Content: TG/TF, personality change, orientation change, submissiveness, mild age regression (still adult), nudity, vulgar.

“Trust me, I’m lookin’,” Thom said with a smile. The way his eyes fixed on Chris’s butt… it did things. Chris’s body wanted to giggle, but she wouldn’t let it. Why give Thom that satisfaction?

“All my clothes look just like this, too,” Chris said, trying to move past the subject. “It’s ridiculous!”

“Well if you don’t like the clothes, feel free to go without,” Thom said with a wink from the sofa.

Chris blushed harder, a warm feeling fluttering up from her stomach and tickling like fizzy soda was running through her veins. He really is incorrigible! she thought, mildly annoyed yet flattered. Wait, why flattered? And why mildly annoyed? She wasn’t here to be a piece of meat for him to drool over! She was… she was a he, dammit! A man, more of one than Thom in fact! Being about five years older than her college-aged roommate, who was only 21 while she was 19… no, wasn’t she 26? Wasn’t he, Chris, 26? Something didn’t seem right. Her birthday was January, two-thousand and- no wait, it was supposed to start with nineteen ninety-something! She distinctly remembered being teased by some kids for being born “last century,” yet…

Chis had to check something. She turned and made for her bedroom once again, prompting a sweet little wolf-whistle from Thom on the sofa. This time, caught off-guard, she couldn’t help but giggle at his enthusiastic obsession with her butt. Not before catching herself and getting angry about it again. What was that wish doing to him?

The spot on his nightstand where he usually kept his wallet was blank, empty. Chris looked around for a moment before realizing it might be in the hot-pink purse beside the bed. He bent over, fat tits pulling harder and faster than he was prepared for. He toppled face-first into the mattress like an idiot, flicking his tail angrily and grunting into the bedsheets before hoisting himself up on his stick-thin arms and bending his knees to kneel down safely.

Dumb boobs! It’s a good thing Thom likes them this big, or… Wait, why was it a good thing that Thom liked them? Chris put the question out of his head before allowing the implications to settle in and picked through the purse, withdrawing a wallet. She didn’t recognize it as the one she was looking for, but how many wallets can a person have?

Flipping it open, she pulled out her driver’s license. The picture had changed to show her current marshmallow unicorn girl with pride flag-colored main, even the horn. The name was no longer Christopher Harper, but instead Crystal Heartthrob! And the date of birth had changed, erasing seven years from her age! Sex F, that checked out, weight… a much larger number than she thought possible, until she remembered how much fat was packed into her around two certain bodily features.

“What’s up?” Thom asked from the bedroom doorway. Crys twisted and looked up at him from the floor, brushing a huge mass of multi-colored hair out of her eye.

“My ID is different,” she said. “The name is wrong, and so’s the age.”

“What’s it say?” Thom asked.

“It says I’m Crystal Heartthrob, age 19,” she replied, replacing the card in her wallet and the wallet in her pink purse.

“Yeah, that checks out,” Thom said. “You got turned into my OC, after all. And the age is juuuuuuuust right!”

“Why?”

“Because freshmen chicks are the best. Old enough to make mistakes on their own, young enough that they need someone to buy them booze!” Thom smirked. “A lot of porn stars do their best stuff at that age, too!”

“Gross,” Crys said, shuddering a little at the raw perversion Thom was stating openly. He really does have just one thing on his mind, she thought. It’s kind of cute how simple he is. Where did that last thought come from?

“Anyway, I thought I heard you fall so I came to check on you. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just… leaned over too fast,” Crys said, flattered that Thom was so concerned for her.

“Oh yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah, these stupid boobs,” she said, putting her hands on either side and giving them a demonstrative shake.

“Ah, balance issues, ey?” Thom asked with an almost audible leer.

“Yes,” Crys said with an edge to her voice. “Damn things pulled me right over into a faceplant on the bed. And it’s all your fault, you know.”

“Oh yeah? Show me how it happened,” Thom chuckled.

Crys found herself shooting back to her feet, wobbling slightly as she fought for equilibrium on the points of her absurd stiletto heels. “Okay, so, I was looking for my wallet, and I thought it might be in the purse,” she explained. “And I leaned forward to get it, like this,” she demonstrated, carefully thrusting her backside and tail out to the maximum extent to counterweigh her dangling shirt full of titflesh. “And then I just…” she let herself fall forward as before, shoving her face into the mattress. “-fuff oaffer lyg thiff,” she mumbled through the thick materials before lifting her face up for fresh air.

“Oh no, what a dis- ASS -ter,” Thom said sarcastically.

Laughter boiled over and erupted from Crys’s mouth like steam shooting out of a released valve. Genuine, mirthful, raucus laughter that took her by surprise. As did the involuntary wagging of her horse-like tail in orbit around her butt, which she realized only too late that she was presenting prominently to her roommate. Whose stupid joke she was laughing at for some reason. In fact, why did she even show him how she fell over? As the peels of inappropriate comedic relief subsided, she as left wondering what had just happened. “Hahaha-heheh… heh… what the hell am I doing?” she asked out loud.

“Good thing you didn’t get turned into a cat girl, otherwise this would have been a total CAT ASS -trophy!” Thom remarked.

Again the storm of guffaws and giggles exploded from deep within Crys’s body to escape from her wide-open mouth, which had pulled into a full-on smile so large it felt like her head might split open. These dumb puns were somehow the funniest things she’d ever heard in her life, and her body was paralyzed by paroxysms of ecstatic laughing as she half-lay-have-stood on the bed, butt swaying side to side with the rocking of her body. Her breasts were aching from the weight of her upper half squishing them down into the mattress, her chest shaking into them as it spasmed to move air in and out as fast and loudly as possible.

“Instead of my big, sexy pony-ass trophy!” Thom said simultaneously with the groping of Crys’s butt from behind.

Crys giggled and blushed, overcome with a happy, giddy feeling all over as her hilarious roommate took advantage of her semi-prone position to grab her ass and begin kneading its plump cheeks as if he owned them. “Hahahah-he-hey! What are you doing?” she asked, suddenly realizing what was going on and feeling very conflicted.

“Just call me BUTT -erfingers!” Thom said as he continued squeezing and massaging her rump. This triggered another irresistible fit of laughter that saturated Crys’s brain with joy and happiness like a night at the comedy club, filling in any rough spots she might have had in her mood from the day’s terrible events. Even the way her roommate was groping her seemed to be less “horrifying” and more… fun? Her giggling slowed to a trickle and then stopped.

“But seriously-” she started.

“I agree! BUTT seriously!” Thom interrupted, squeezing and shaking her behind even more vigorously. Her body once again quaked from a geyser of loud, braying laughs reflexively inspired by his, admittedly lame but somehow hilarious, joke. And she was starting to feel more relaxed as her mood was buoyed by all the gratuitous humor. With the easing of her tension came a new sensation, one that was at once both familiar in its unmistakable nature and yet oddly different in details. She was getting turned on by all this. The way he’d somehow talked her into presenting for him, the way he’d confidently claimed her butt while she was unknowingly vulnerable, the way he was disarming her with stupid jokes. It was, for some reason she couldn’t quite understand, incredibly exciting.

“Gawd,” she mumbled when her latest giggle-fit died down, “why do I like this?”

“Maybe you like being man-handled,” Thom suggested, sliding his fingers underneath the tight second-skin of her athletic shorts and triggering another episode of uncontrollable horse-laughter combined with some happy squeals projected into the bed. He saw the tips of her pointed ears turning cherry red from his vantage point. “Anyway, what boyfriend doesn’t love a girl who laughs at all his dumb jokes?”

“Awwwwww!” Crys cooed, unable to help herself from feeling happy and warm and tingly from the implied expression of affection as Thom continued massaging her butt vigorously. Her nipples were trying to burrow into the mattress beneath her heavy tits as they pressed into the bedding. She’d never known Thom could be so sweet. Suddenly his strong, warm hands were removed from her pants and one of them gave her a sharp slap on the right butt cheek, causing her to squeak in surprise. The quick, gentle sting faded into a heat that spread all over her body with unnerving rapidity, warming her from toe to ears.

“Okay bitch, roll over!” Thom said eagerly. Seemingly without any oversight from her, Crys’s body responded by turning and twisting until it was pulling her heavy tits out from the bed. As she adjusted her legs so that her feet were supporting them on the floor where they rose from the ledge of the bed, exposing her bare inner thighs to Thom, those massive growths rolled over her, impressing her with their weight, and settled onto her in a way that pinned her upper arms down but left her free from the elbows. She had just enough time to begin thinking how lewdly her posture was making her body available before Thom’s hands sought out the stiffened peaks of her fleshy burdens. Their touch sparked electric thrills that frantically signaled their excitation, reaching her brain and her twat approximately simultaneously. Even the hard, bony horn that projected from her forehead seemed to react to the stimulus by energizing itself like a live wire. It was overwhelming Crys to the point that she couldn’t speak, just gasp and moan.

“Sorry if my voice sounds rough,” Thom said suddenly, interrupting her attempt to process her response to his fondling. “I guess you could say I’m FEELING a LITTLE HORSE!”

His words dumped their power into her flesh as though he’d flipped a switch. Crys’s tremendous breasts were caught between Thom’s groping hands above and the thudding hammer of her own body below as his word-play triggered a magnitude 6.0 mirth-quake, leaving her helplessly seizing beneath their constricting masses. There was no control she could exert to bring her lungs back into line, her stomach vaguely aching from the work of pumping them in and out so frantically and so suddenly, so many times already.

It didn’t help that she realized she was a ‘little horse,’ most of her body having shrunk from the amulet’s wish granting power into a form that was overall quite petite compared to Thom’s as he leaned over her, large and tall and so warm and sweet and cuter by the minute. She didn’t wait for her laughter to subside before lifting her thighs up to surround Thom’s hips, so much narrower than hers now, and housing a throbbing organ that she could very nearly feel despite the inches between their respective counterparts in her. It was right there, so close, so pitifully trapped inside Thom’s pants, calling to her own excited snatch in silent proximity as she let the last of her giggles find their way out of her.

“Please don’t make me laugh,” she asked while Thom administered some delicious manipulations to her overstuffed chest.

“Can’t help it, babe,” Thom replied, leaning in even closer. “It’s part of the deal, I guess. Like I said, I love a girl who laughs at all my jokes.”

“Fuuuuuuck,” she moaned, trying to restrain herself as much as her breasts were. “What else did you saddle me with?”

“Heh, saddle,” Thom pointed out, earning another riot of guffaws and chuckles that left Crys feeling a little dizzy, especially in concert with the way her body reacted to the erogenous stimulation by somehow seeming to speed up her pulse yet slow down her muscles, a strange combination of energetic and relaxed she had never felt as a guy. “Anyway, did you know I liked subby girls?”

“Subby?” she asked, luxuriating in the entrancing distraction of his continual fondling of her giant breasts.

“Yeah, like, when I told you to show me how you fell over? Or when I said to roll over just now? Did you stop yourself from doing it?”

“Hnnnnng, no,” she replied languidly.

“That’s how you’re wired now, I think. Your instinct is to just do as I say without question, and you, uh, kinda get a kick from it.”

“You mean I’m your stepford sex slave?” she asked, wondering if he wasn’t right about that. The very idea didn’t seem to land as revolting and degrading the way she thought it probably should.

“Eh, not quite that dramatic,” Thom said as he sank to his knees. “Let’s test it out.”

“… and Thom said if we rent out each of my holes every day, we’ll be able to afford to move to a new place in no time,” Crys said, struggling to heft her naked breasts up to her chin but still smiling as instructed. “So don’t worry about me, mom and dad! I love you guys!”

“Aaaaaaand cut,” Thom said, flipping the phone around to turn off the video recording. “Okay babe, let’s review it before we send,” he said, sitting on the bed and patting his leg. Crys got up from the floor and walked over, easing her naked butt onto Thom’s lap and noting with satisfaction how hard he was after watching her recite the message. He wrapped his arms below hers and brought the phone up above her tits so that she could see it, then hit the playback button on the screen.

“Hey mom, hey dad,” the pretty white-coated, pink-eyed unicorn girl beamed up at them. “I don’t know how much the wish has changed, so maybe you don’t recognize your son because he’s your daughter now, and a horny horse besides.” Crys giggled again at the play on words Thom wrote for her, which had stopped filming twice when he couldn’t contain her laughter. What they were seeing was take three. “Well don’t worry, your daughter is happy and healthy and a big girl now,” the video said while lifting up her shirt for emphasis, spilling her soft breasts out into the open for the first time since confronting Thom with the effects of his wish. She was blushing a little, but still smiling. “And a nudist!” her video-self announced, pulling the shirt all the way up over her face and letting her multi-colored hair spill out. The video switched to an upwards shot where Thom had knelt down to film from a low angle, framing her face in the valley between her gigantic breasts. “Pretty hot, don’t you think?” she asked the viewers while untying the knot in the drawstring waist of her exercise shorts and slipping them down over her outsized hips.

“All this belongs to my roommate and boyfriend, Thom,” she continued to recite from the recording while looping her thumbs under the strings of her thong panties and wriggling to free herself from them as the camera watched. A patch of very short, naturally triangular hairs with the same green-blue-pink-purple pattern as her mane and tail was revealed when the underwear disappeared from the frame, leaving her naked and exposed. She blushed deeper, but also smiled a little more broadly before biting her lip, clearly enjoying the recording session. “He says we’ll probably wait a few years before pumping out grandchildren for you out of this,” she said, running her fingers lightly over her bare snatch and shifting her hips, “because we’ll need a lot of practice first.”

Back in real life, Crys hugged Thom’s arms and snuggled in closer, leaning her head against his cheek as they watched together. His hair was tickling the inside of her ear, which twitched all on its own until she shifted its position. It really was hot seeing herself on video, happily going along with whatever Thom had told her to do. She could tell in the viewing that she really had enjoyed it as much as she thought at the time; even if the situation would have been humiliating, something about letting Thom take control and direct her had been so much fun! He told her to do things with her body that she wouldn’t have dreamed of doing on her own, taking possession of her sexuality and guiding her along. It was so easy for her, and really hot. Seeing Thom smiling and looking at her from behind the phone as she showed herself off and said what he’d asked her to say had been surprisingly gratifying, and now seeing it from his point of view on the phone added an extra layer of intimacy that thrilled her like discovering a brand new favorite anime.

Or a really great new hentai, she thought with a wicked smile as she shifted her seat on Thom’s lap and felt his shaft straining to escape its confines. Thom was loving her cuddling as much as he was loving the video, and that was extra nice for Crys. She knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

“With funbags like these, he’s not gonna leave me any time soon,” Video-Crys assured her parents with some demonstrative jiggles of her heavy bust. “And Thom said if we rent out each of my holes every day, we’ll be able to afford to move to a new place in no time! So don’t worry about me, mom and dad! I love you guys,” her recorded self told them. The video suddenly cut off, leaving Crys surprised at how much she wanted it to continue. She really enjoyed seeing Thom’s directorial debut, maybe even as much as acting it out for him.

“Did it turn out good?” she asked.

“Oh yeah, and it proved a point, didn’t it?” Thom asked. “Looks like you’re a perfect little subby, slutty pony babe after all.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot!” she giggled, remembering why the made the recording in the first place. “Wow, that didn’t feel like slavery or anything. It was just fun! Um, so are we really going to send that to my parents?”

“Do you want to?” Thom asked, nuzzling her fluffy head affectionately with his cheek.

“I… I don’t know. I guess I’m fine with it if you are,” she admitted. She wondered if that was a normal thing to say. It was hard to tell, and anyway what mattered more to her was whether Thom wanted it to happen or not.

“Well that’s a subby little answer,” Thom chuckled, kissing her affectionately near the base of her horn. She giggled happily. If going around naked or renting “each of my holes” out was what Thom wanted from her, she realized, it was worth it for kisses like that. “But,” Thom said, interrupting her moment of self-reflection. “I have a better idea. Let’s spend the next couple of hours breaking in that pony pussy of yours, you guzzle my dick a few times, then we hit the showers, and finally fall asleep with my head between your dirty pillows while watching My Little Pony on the couch. Normal boyfriend-girlfriend stuff.”

“That sounds wonderful!” she said enthusiastically. Having a plan to follow, no matter how lewd, seemed incredibly enticing to her! And to finally get Thom out of his pants was something to look forward to. She squealed happily and nuzzled her boyfriend’s neck, overjoyed at how well his off-the-cuff wish had turned out for the both of them.

Look on the bright side, Chris’s Roommate. You’ve got a pride flag on your shirt and your mane and tail are bisexual colors. So at least you won’t have any hang-ups about sleeping with him!

@Background Pony #E440
Nope, still Dall-E leftovers from pre-1/26/2024 I’m sorry to say.
I really do have A LOT, though

Are these still DAL-E leftovers, or did you find a new generator?