>Princess Twilight Sparkle wasn’t prone to making little mistakes.  
>She was a very methodical person and as such she was precise and measured in her actions.  
>It was a practice she had developed at a young age resulting from a combination of her realizing that she was naturally somewhat clumsy and a desire to impress her mentor, Princess Celestia.  
>She might make large errors in judgment leading to magical near catastrophes, but little things, like knocking over a bottle of ink, were things she hardly ever did.  
>That was why the sound of the of the book thumping to the floor was one that was especially abhorrent to her.  
>It was the third item she had knocked over in a week and it was starting to get on her nerves.  
>Not that it was completely her fault.  
>The previous week Twilight Sparkle, the reserved and studious librarian and student of friendship, had gone through an unexpected trial and as a result had become Princess Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship.  
>She had also been transformed into a 6 foot, 5 inch tall amazon in the process.  
>Nothing in her wardrobe fit her new form.  
>Not that it mattered; according to royal protocol she was given regal garb fit for a princess.  
>Garb that consisted of thigh-high leggings, fingerless elbow gloves, a g-string with several translucent pieces of thin guazy silk hanging off it, and a pair of metal decoration meant to cover her nipples and not much else.  
>It was an amazing outfit, similar to those worn by all the other princesses in Equestria, but Twilight wasn’t sure if she would be able to go outside in such a getup.  
>Frankly she felt embarrassed just looking at it.  
>It exposed so much skin and, while she wasn’t cold thanks to her new physiology, the feeling of so much of bare and uncovered flesh was a weird sensation.  
>Not to mention that her bosom ornaments gave her absolutely no support.  
>She was reminded of this when she unthinkingly bent over to pick up the book she had knocked to the floor.
 
>Forgetting her new assets, the top-heavy Twilight bent over at the waist instead of crouching down with her knees.  
>She felt a strange slapping motion as her massive, unrestrained breasts collided with her thighs.  
>Feeling a ‘POP’ and a cool sensation on the tips of her boobs, the mortified princess saw her nipple ornaments drop and bounce across the floor.  
>Without thinking she reared back to stand up strait.  
>In doing so, her much stronger back muscles pulled her entire torso up, causing her buoyant bust to bounce up and slap her in the face.  
>Surprised by the unexpected mammary attack, Twilight fell over backwards and landed square on her butt.  
>It didn’t hurt (Twilight’s rear end was far more padded than it had been) but it still knocked the wind out of her.  
>Gasping for air, she was finally able to draw a breath.  
>Gulping down large drafts of air, she looked down and saw her gigantic juggs rising and falling.  
>It was like looking at two weather balloons rapidly inflating and deflating.  
>She wrapped her arms around them, or rather, she tried to.  
>They were simply too large to completely encompass with her arms.  
>The best she could do was latch on to her nipples, one with each hand.  
>Her nips had gotten bigger too and when they became erect, like they were now exposed to the cool air, they stuck out quite a bit.  
>Twilight sighed as she casually pinched both nipples.  
>The swollen teats were thick as cigars and long enough that she could wrap three fingers and a thumb around each one.  
>Perhaps this was why the princesses wore metallic bras, she thought, so no one could tell when they were nipping out.  
>Tugging on her tits a few more times to relieve some of the stress she was feeling, Twilight sighed and got up.  
>Maybe she could get Rarity to make her an alternate outfit: one made out of fabric.  
>Surely it couldn’t be too hard to design a top that would be able to hide her superhuman nipples?  
>Right?
 

 
From the /mlp/ thread.