Character LoRAs - Want more character variety? Then check This List!
Description

Image imported from Derpibooru.
Original: https://derpibooru.org/images/3271800
Metadata at the time of import:
Field Data
Favorites 100
Upvotes 138
Downvotes 4
Score 134
Comments 4
Uploader Anonymous
Original description below this line

Tags
safe13645 ai content38947 ai generated37994 automatically imported33020 derpibooru import33202 prompter:horselover fat227 oc4393 oc only3689 anthro13305 bench202 big breasts6389 breasts15336 busty oc116 cleavage1785 clothes14258 crossed legs153 female32825 high heels486 lava43 park bench33 part of a series79 part of a set250 ponytail532 sexy4516 shoes953 smiling12579 solo28514 story in the comments44 tank top201 volcano18

Comments

Syntax quick reference: **bold** *italic* ||hide text|| `code` __underline__ ~~strike~~ ^sup^ ~sub~

Detailed syntax guide

Background Pony #6717
@Background Pony #6717
Sounds good to me. Still drafting for Part 6, it probably won’t go up until tomorrow. It turned into a big one with a really significant development, but I might snip that part off and save it for the Monday storyline.
Again, this has been a really engaging bit of cooperative challenge. Thanks for playing along!

Imported from Derpibooru
Posted Report
Background Pony #6717
Part 5.5 - Stewing, Dreaming, Steaming, Scheming
(Retroactively grafting this serial fic to this older image. References part 4 and is a post-script to part 5, which both take place on the same day in the storyline. Just wanted to explore the OC’s mental state a little more before the next part)
Spoilered for lots of implied mental and physical TF, suggestive/questionable content and descriptions of acts.
Thursday, between 10 and 11 am:
A knock on the door. Lexi put her clipboard down and strode to the front desk. She hit the button that raised the protective steel screen over the front door, but left the window shutters locked. She didn’t feel like being in public after her involuntary growth spurt, but Lexi had to know if her own mother would notice something the store did to her and react for once. Adjusting her purple mane to partially cover her bulging cleavage, Lexi went over and unlocked the door, letting her mom in to drop off the overnight supplies. She greeted her mother, took the bundle of food and sleeping gear, thanked her, and (as nonchalantly as possible) brushed aside her long hair, exposing the mysterious augmentation of her bust.
Shockingly, her mother did in fact notice that something had changed for once. And she didn’t like it. Moreover, she accused Lexi of going for surgery behind her back. When the impossible logistics of that was pointed out (she herself had dropped Lexi off here at the shop just a few hours ago), she turned to drugs as the culprit, or some sort of botox injections, or anything tangentially related to reality but which somehow pinned the blame on Lexi herself. The unicorn girl tried to get through to her human mother that this wasn’t a normal, physically possible kind of thing. She pointed to her big ears and sparkly horn as other impossible things, but somehow 2 and 2 just didn’t come together. Her mother left in a huff, telling Lexi to find her own ride home tonight just to see how the world saw “those things” instead of her as a person in the attempt. Of all the terrible things that had happened to Lexi in the past two weeks, this was… definitely close to the top. Fighting back tears, she dragged her bundle of supplies into the stock room and doubled down on angrily completing this madness called “inventory.”
Friday, after 1:30am :
Exhausted physically, mentally, and emotionally from the longest day of her life (so far), Lexi gave up her attempt to masturbate in frustration with herself. Instead, she slumped further down onto the sofa and began to dream. Unfortunately for her, without something like a Happy Nap Hammock to guarantee gratifying dreams, her overstressed psyche decided to attempt unpacking all her recent experiences at once.
She dreamed she was working in a garden center, then suddenly she tripped over stacks of coiled hosepipe. The more she tried to untangle herself, the more entangled she became. She could feel them everywhere, pulling against every part of her, even under her clothes. Not alarming, not even unwelcome, just… some kind of anticipation she didn’t want to acknowledge right now. Just as the rubbery tubes started moving on their own and tightening around her, she fell through the floor.
She landed on a large yoga ball, the size of a basketball court. “That tickles!” it declared in a tinny, pre-recorded voice. It then began to quake, vibrating in response to a million giggles. Lexi felt her chest pulling her down, two enormous breasts spreading out in front of her with the weight of sacks of cement. She started to panic until Creepy Boss, his beard unusually still, reminded her that there wasn’t anything wrong with having huge tits. Everyone liked huge tits. With this truth established, Lexi calmed down as the fleshy mounds starting lifting her up into a kneeling position.
“These would draw a lot of compliments,” she smiled. She hoped someone would tell her they were pretty.Pretty titties,” she said. The silly rhyme caused her to giggle, and she joined the chorus of giggles in the air around her as the outsized orbs lifted her up to her feet. She laughed so hard, her still-growing breasts started to bounce. Their building momentum soon pulled her up and she tumbled backwards- flipping- spinning- whirling- caught up in a cyclone of old clothing. Dorothy in the tornado, she thought. But where would she land if-
She was standing in the mall. Her bust was back to the size she remembered from before; large, but not immobilizing. The mall’s central courtyard lifted up in the distance, tables and benches falling away as the ground split and streams of molten lava rolled down in red, shiny veins. Her mom was sitting nearby, watching the eruption. Her mom… she looked different somehow, but Lexi couldn’t nail it down. Her mane was pulled back into a purple ponytail, her ears were large and erect, her skin a light grey color. Unlike Lexi, she had no horn. She wore the same kind of outfit that Lexi liked; skimpy tops, skimpy shorts, and platform heels. Lexi noticed that she and her mom were now the same bust size, each bearing a pair of round breasts squeezed into white tank tops and trying to crawl out of the neckline. The same way Lexi had been when her mother turned her away.
“Hey, mom?” she asked. “Why’d you snap at me for suddenly getting big boobs if you have them, too?” But her mother just stared into the distance, taking in the view, without acknowledging her daughter’s presence.
Then Lexi realized what was wrong. Her mom… this wasn’t her mom, even though she knew it was. Her mom was human. Her mom wasn’t busty. Her mom wouldn’t be-
“Hey, Mrs. Alverson!” a familiar voice called out, causing the pony-human hybrid on the bench to wave. Lexi turned to see Darius, 14 years old with dark skin and short-cropped curly hair like when they’d met at their first year of boarding school, running up to the “mom” on the bench. “Can A̴̟̞̽͠l̵̢͕͙̓͌e̸͖̼̓͒̿͜x̵̡͇̔͒͝ come over to play video games today?”
“I’m sorry, sweetie,” the horse-mom said. “A̴̟̞̽͠l̵̢͕͙̓͌e̸͖̼̓͒̿͜x̵̡͇̔͒͝ is working today.” Lexi couldn’t catch who they were talking about, but it sounded like her. She perked her ears up to try and catch that name again. But the harder she listened, the more it seemed like their voices sank into a whisper. She started moving in to get closer, when something yanked her backwards by the neck. She sprawled out, being pulled away from her mom and best bro. A collar. A leash. It was reeling her away from them and into something she didn’t like. A rave of neon in white, magenta, and blue.
Creepy Boss was drawing in the leash. And this time he didn’t have agreeable words of wisdom about the benefits of a great rack. This time his wiry beard was splitting open, and… things… waving, flailing things… dark, whipping around, thrashing the air for something. Someone. Just as Lexi spotted rising colored orbs of light in green, yellow, red, and blue-
She bolted upright on her own couch, gasping and sputtering, her eyes flying from one wall to the other, a hand feeling for anything around her neck and finding nothing. Panic subsiding, she looked at the wall clock. 6:23 am. Enough time for a shower and breakfast, she decided.
Lexi stepped into the steamy shower booth with relief, her sleep-deprived body relishing the gentle heat that seeped into her muscles and helped them relax. Damp curtains of rainbow hair fell over her face and hung from her tail. She opened the bottle of special dual-use shampoo and gave it an experimental sniff. It smelled like… shampoo. She squirted a token-sized amount into one palm and started to lather up her mane, working her scalp with her fingernails gingerly. She followed up with her tail, letting them stay sudsy for a minute before rinsing all the detergent out and switching to the dual-use conditioner. This she worked into her mane with warm water, adding more and more conditioner until her hair was full of it, and repeating with her tail. She could tell she’d need about five times as many bottles of this stuff as the shampoo, so she made a mental note. After letting the conditioners linger for a good three minutes, she rinsed that out as well.
Then, while the water was still warm, she decided to finish what she’d abandoned last night and work out her other frustrations manually. She treated herself to a parade of sexy thoughts, including the pleasant weight of her own chest, to drive herself up the hill and over the peak to a shuddering finish, melting into a gradual ramp-down. It seemed to take forever; didn’t this used to be faster? The shower was running cold by the time she was ready to get moving.
Cheap as it was, her new hair dyer still made short…er work of her wet mane and tail, after a little toweling to start them off. Donning her Pretty pink bathrobe with blue accents, she walked with her obligatory tip-toe stance into the kitchenette. She’d gotten her fill of oats last night, so instead she poured out a bowl of barley and munched on that until her coffee was ready. She used it to dull the flavor of her daily protein bar before using her apple-filled toaster pastries as dessert.
Next it was time to get dressed. She disrobed in her bedroom and opened up her closet. Picking another casual but form-fitting outfit, Lexi elected to at least hide her cleavage at the expense of showing more midriff. Hopefully her mom would appreciate the modesty. She strapped on her platform heels, prepped her purse, clipped up her hair, ignored the un-dealt-with bundle of goods from last night’s sleepover, and stepped outside. Locking the door behind her, she click-clacked down the steps towards the car where her mom was waiting to ferry her to work. Friday afternoons were always busy, Creepy Boss had said.
She paused for a moment, trying to pull memories from her dream last night… but it was already a blur. All she knew was that she hated her boss, she hated this job, she hated her life, and she was going to quit soon. Better to face the legal consequences of shoplifting instead. Just as soon as she could earn her original name back. That meant keeping her head down until Monday.

Imported from Derpibooru
Posted Report