A Date with Barbara (Patreon)

(Contains feral to anthro TF, mild macro growth and BE, and lots of cuddling)

Art by Goattrain

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Wes could not believe it. He was finally setting foot in Ponyville.

Okay, technically, he was on a sound stage. It was still exciting to be on ground zero where the real magic of friendship happened. The young blond man had arrived just in time to witness the filming of the season finale no less. Not that the stagehands paid him a drop of respect. One had planted him by the catering table hoping the prospect of free food would keep the 'freeloader' out of productions way.

A free buffet was more than enough for Wes to forgive some professional curtness. The table had been set up with a perfect view of the set, so he got to enjoy the show regardless. The colorful palette of ponies ran about doing their thing with the aid of flashing lights and smoke bombs. It kind of surprised him how little of the show was actually CGI.

"AND CUT!" Squawked the griffon director through a megaphone. The actors slumped almost in unison, relieved for the chance to rest. "That's a wrap fillies and gentlecults. Great work today. We'll see you at the post-season party tomorrow."

Very few responded with more than gentle murmurs as they clopped off the stage for separate destinations. Wes had become so enamored by just being in their presence he almost locked up upon realizing some were heading towards the food tables. A yellow pony with a pink mane got right up next to him with their attention focused on a fresh cup of coffee.

"Fu-fu-Fluttershy?" Wes managed to squeak out loud enough to get the curious ponies gaze. "It's...It's so nice to meet you!"

Fluttershy's eyes darted down to the 'visitor' badge hanging off Wes' neck and then back up into his eyes. They cracked a warm smile and took a sip of black brew. "Thanks, kid. I hope you enjoyed the show. This season has been a killer on my vocals."

Wes watched slack-jawed as Fluttershy washed down a muffin with the rest of their coffee. Seeing no more conversation to be had, the pony gave an amused nod before trotting off. The very masculine tone of their voice continued to resonate in Wes' ears long after they were gone.

"Flu...Fluttershy is a stallion!?"

"Trust me, babe, you do not want to go down that rabbit hole." Wes whittled to find a familiar pink pony addressing him. She offered him a hoof upon gaining his attention. "Frank is a great voice actor, but he will talk your face off. I'm Paulina Petti, but you can still call me Pinkie Pie if it's easier."

"Thanks, Paulina. I'm Wes." He shook the hoof to the best of his ability. "I won the um...thing?"

"Oh, yes! You're from the character design contest? Everyone's been expecting you." Paulina giggled giving Wes a playful jab in the belly. "e cast loved the sexy designs you came up with, especially Barbara."

"Oh? T-thank you." Wes shifted sheepishly on his feet. The contest had been a pretty cheesy 'design the ponies in new outfits' kind of event. Obviously, it was more a ploy to get free toy ideas, but getting to stand in the presence of stars was worth a quick paint doodle.

Granted interacting with them had made Wes aware of how little he knew about these horses "Which one of you is Barbara?"

"Oh!" Paulina perked her ears in a revelation. "I almost forgot, she wanted to meet you soon as you got here. Why not make it a surprise by letting me introduce you? Follow me!"

Wes was hesitant to do just that. Usually one would be a fool to refuse an invitation from Ponyville's party master, but this was not really her. Although it was fun to watch her literally bouncing away. They seem to share the same energy on and off camera.

"Are you a Pokemon? Because you sure are a slowpoke!"

Paulina's beckoning hoof spurred Wes to move once more. He had to run to catch Paulina before she vanished backstage. Already his footsteps left an almost eerie echo with how fast the studio had cleared out. Except for when he rounded the corner and nearly tackled two other mares on their way out. Their own dark blue and purple colorations made them, or at least their characters, instantly recognizable to Wes.

"Oh!?" The pony that played Twilight Sparkle sized up the sudden human with wide eyes. They quickly narrowed into a knowing grin spotting the visitor badge. "Well, hey, gorgeous! You must be that winner we've been expecting all week."

"Ugh! Bwha? Hnngh?" Being addressed by the princess of friendship herself had overloaded Wes' brain to the point smoke might have oozed out his ears. Especially when she was giving him compliments right off the bat.

A sight that made Princess Luna's actor hide a giggle behind one hoof. "Oh my, it looks like we got another fanboy too. You've already got him gushing after just making eye contact."

"I...I'm not gushing." Wes could feel his face burning red, even as his eyes wanted to gaze over the ponies adorable faces and very hug-able bodies. It was interesting to note Luna's mane and tail did not wave like in the show. Did they CGI that stuff?

"Looks like I need to try harder, then." Twilight stepped up to pull Wes into a hug before he could react. There was great effort into rubbing her head against his chest, making her fluffy purple mane tickle his chin. "Why not join us for dinner? Diana and I were about to get changed for a pre-celebratory outing and could use a wingman."

"Pffft! You don't want to hang with a hack like Tara Sparks." Luna, or Diana apparently, took the opportunity to smother against Wes' other side. Her breath tickled at the back of his neck, nearly making the poor man's knees buckle. "We've seen your designs, and I know you're a total Nightmare Moon fan. I'd be delighted to give some 'evil performances' for you."

"W-what!?" Wes felt a surge of embarrassment warm his frozen nerves. Of all the concepts he had submitted for the design contests a new Nightmare Moon had not been one of them. "How did you…?"

"Ease up, you horny bees!" Wes yelped as a hard yank dislodged him from the princess sandwich the actors had trapped him in. Paulina kept a firm hoof wrapped around his hand to help lead him away. "You both know Barb already called dibs. I don't want to listen to her whining if you steal the fan away."

"Hah, she was always greedy that way." Tara gave Wes a wink. "See you at the party tomorrow then!"

Paulina released her hold on Wes after they gained some distance. His mind still swam, nearly making him ram into a stage light after looking back to watch the other ponies walk away.

"Luna, I mean, Diana has seen my Deviantart?"

Paulina gave a sputtering laugh. "We've all seen your DeviantArt, hunny. AND your Furaffinity, and Twitter. Ponies know how to use Google search to see what art you get commissioned."

"O-oh…" Wes discovered his face could turn even redder just thinking about some of the content he has hired artists to make over the shows seasons.

"I mean, the idea of a Pinkie Pie alicorn was adorable, if I may be biased." Paulina gave him a playful nudge as they stopped before one doorway. The bright gold star on it highlighted the name 'Barbara Greenscale.' "But Barbara was enthralled by your ideas the most. She's basically bribing me not to sweep you off your feet right now."

"You...you really want to?" Wes gave a goofy smile trying to imagine this horse carrying him away in her arms or forelegs.

She gave a sly grin back. "Oh man, you just wait. We all got special surprises in store for you later. Speaking of which!!"

Instead of going for the knob, Paulina turned to raise a hind leg. One swift kick sent the door flying inwards with a loud crack. That got a scream out of both Wes and the room's occupant, but neither could drown out Paulina throwing forehoofs out in dramatic flair.

"SURPRISE!!"

"Dang it, Paulina! Stop doing that before you break my door and make me pay for it."

"But it's so cute when you squeal."

"I do not squeal!"

Wes needed a few more seconds to process what was transpiring in front of him. It slowly clicked that he had heard that young boy voice plenty of times. A peek around Paulina confirmed a purple baby dragon was picking themselves off the floor of a lavishly decorated dressing room. They appeared to have fallen off a step stool trying to work a cylinder tank almost bigger than Wes.

"Whoa! Spike gets his own dressing room?"

"SHE shares one with me," Paulina corrected.

Before she could elaborate the dragon cut her off with another squeal. This time their attention was on Wes with eyes wide enough to encompass their head. Arms wrapped meekly around the green scales of their smooth chest as if trying to hide something.

"Damn it, Paulina! You knew I had this whole thing planned out. The dang tank isn't even set up yet."

"Well, sorry!" Paulina rolled her eyes, shoving Wes into the dressing room with one stretchy foreleg. "Think of it as an encore performance, since he's definitely into this sort of thing. I'll see you both later."

Wes almost stumbled face first in front of Spike after receiving Paulina's hard shove. He looked back hoping for an explanation, but the dressing door promptly slammed shut. A fading series of clops gave way to a very awkward silence.

"So, uh…" Spike eventually spoke up, gaining Wes' attention. The baby dragon drummed their fingers together looking more sheepish than Wes felt. "Congratulations on winning the contest. I, uh, really loved a lot of the ideas you commission online. I mean, we all do but, ugh! This was not the way I wanted to introduce myself, I'm sorry."

"Oh, um, It...it's okay, Spike." The young man looked down unsure how to address such a skittish looking dragon. "I'm just getting pulled all over the place so fast I'm still trying to make sense of what you two were even talking about."

"What? Oh!" Spike looked down at themselves and slumped in obvious disappointment at their baby body. "I guess Paulina had a somewhat good point; better to show you than explain it. Mind giving me a hand with this tank?"

"Sure?" Wes perked up happy for a chance to interact a bit with stars. "What do I do?"

Spike got a strange grin as they plucked a hose off the tank's side. They gestured with a clawed hand at the nozzle connected at the top beyond their reach. "Just give that a twist when I signal and stand back. I don't want to accidentally bowl you over."

Wes approached the tank with growing excitement. Now that had been one of the biggest mysteries in the room. That and all the fancy dress gowns scattered about. They were clearly cut for ordinary people and not four-legged equines. Somehow watching Spike put the hose in their mouth and flash a thumbs up made Wes feel like he was about to get all the answers.

CLINK!

PHHSSSSSSSSSSSS!!

The nozzle released in a loud explosion of compressed air. That quickly dropped into a steady hiss that flowed through the tanks rubber hose.

"Mmpphh!" Spikes cheeks bulged when they caught said stream a second later. To Wes's shock, the hose did not blast out of the dragon's muzzle. If anything their mouth twisted into what looked like a satisfied smile. The hissing drummed on as Spikes movements slowed. It was only when their tail unfurled stiff as a board that Wes realized they were taking the air into themselves.

BWOOM!

Air that was having an incredible effect on the dragon's body. A sudden tension overcame Spike, making them clench hands and eyes. The release came in an explosive rush that surged their body double in size.

BWOOM!

And then they doubled size again. Wes only now took the advice to back up and give some space. Spike had instantaneously inflated from reaching the human's knees to scrapping his chin.

KA-FWUB!

Correction, the dragon grew to tower over Wes. They must have reached some sort of threshold for size because the air next shifted gears to start collecting in specific dragon parts. In one surge both Spikes stumpy legs stretched incredibly long. Sleek curves filled them out with generous fat and muscle deposits under the soft scales. While it was funny to watch Spike teeter on such disproportions, Wes found their shape oddly feminine.

SCHOOMP!

Spike groaned, flexing their right arm. It shot out a moment later several times longer to become slender and muscular just like their legs. The hand at its end puffed out to a humongous size. Claws extended out of each finger to glint in the light thanks to a spontaneous manicure and red nail polish.

SCHOOMP!

Spikes other arm repeated this process before they could be thrown entirely off balance.

THOOWMP!!

"Ack!" Wes ducked to avoid Spikes tail shooting out. A thick, powerful appendage coiled around the air tank with enough length to still poke him with its spade green tip.

Spike gave an apologetic shrug, not daring to dislodge the house from their mouth. Especially when their hips began to tremble before giving a loud pop. Their spine suddenly straightened into a more human posture perpendicular to the tail. The rest of Spike's torso stretched and contorted trying to fight the air pressure building up inside.

BRRRRRR-BA-DOONK!!

A fight it just could not win, much to Wes' shock. The dragon's tail jerked as something gave in their hips, and their butt fell out into an amazingly plump shelf. Each cheek jiggled with a heavy weight despite seemingly filling with air.

Spike groaned in bliss as their waist pushed inwards. The excess mass poured into her hips, spreading them wide to give her extra butt lift.

"Mmmpphh!" Spike's voice gained a higher pitch every time she moaned. This could not be a result of air in her lungs either. Her face etched into its biggest smile yet, dropping a longing gaze to the scales of her chest. Well manicured hands now more fitting in size to her hourglass torso moved up to rest on either pectoral.

Bwwmp! Bwwmp! Bwwmp!

And then Spikes chest began to push back. Fat swelled in excess under her scales to push through the gaps in her fingers. When that could no longer suffice, her palms were driven away in rapid surges.

It did not take an episode guide for Wes to realize Spike was growing breasts. Not small ones either by the way they spilled around her grasp. Air continued to steadily feed into her, inflating them into firm scalie balloons. They even made a rubber 'boing' noise when she released them to settle on her chest.

"Holy cow!" Wes could feel his face heated just from watching Spike's sexy inflation. He just hoped she did not notice the tent those boobs pitched in his pants.

However, Spike raised a finger before he could comment further. Things were clearly not done when their little dragon head began its own series of violent shakes.

FHOOOMP!!

Wes found himself fascinated to watch Spike's head bulge out in a literal big finale. Everything about her face became puffed like some overinflated parade float before deflating to better match her curvy body.

It was not like watching her grow bigger so much as older in that instant. Spike's spikes lengthened down one side of her head, developing a curve that resembled a fancy hairstyle. Her eyes grew angular with thick fluttering lashes. With a yawn of release, the spent hose fell free while her muzzle stretched sleek and slender to match full, softened cheeks. It was a face that glowed of regality worthy of an elder dragon.

"Ah! That feels so much better." Gosh dang it, even her voice came out angelically captivating. After taking a second to click her sparkling, sharp teeth experimentally together, Spike seemed content everything about her towering hourglass frame was in place. She turned to smile down at Wes while blindly reaching back to close the valve on her air tank. "It looks like a proper introduction is in order now that everything's back to normal. My name is Barbara Greenscale, a dragon very experienced in the art of air magic. As you can probably guess we exploit it a lot with a bit of shapeshifting to save on computer effects. Let me just say 'deflating' into that little dragon shape is a pain in the old caboose, too."

Wes swallowed the hard lump resting in his throat. He was having a hard time keeping his eyes from jumping between Barbara's sparkling eyes and the sloshing weights on her chest with all the dramatic body gestures the dragon was making. Such a glorious sight was nothing short of a dream come true. Wes had spent many a pretty penny commissioning the talented artists of the internet to design concepts of Spike being secretly more than just a baby dragon. It was taking his mind centuries to wrap around the actress herself declaring his notions to be incredibly accurate. She even looked a lot like some of his commission art, and he had not submitted any of those for the contest.

"You okay, hun?" Barbara cocked an eyebrow with mild concern. "You've been staring into my girls so much I'm worried you're going to get lost."

"I. Big fan. Am. Dragons. Of. A. Wes."

At least the man got out a complete sentence, if in the wrong order. Barbara rolled her eyes and moved towards a wardrobe full of dresses now perfect for her size. She did not need a dressing mirror to know Wes had his attention glued to the hard swishes of her tail.

"Damn it, Paulina. This is exactly why I didn't want to be introduced like this." She grumbled pulling a moderately elegant purple dress off the rack. It took a lot of butt wiggling to get it through the back opening. Legs vanished under a puffy curtain of fabric that rested snug around her waist. Arms slipped through a pair of sleeves before they pulled the bodice into a tight embrace against her boobs. "Broke another fan showing off at least a dozen fetishes, all of which he's probably into. The whole studio will be smelling his arousal tonight. Oof!"

Hands groped behind her back for a second before Barbara found a string to pull the zipper up, securing the gown in place. She took a moment to smooth out the skirt with a little pose for the mirror, and then did an about-face. She approached Wes once more with long confident steps, apparently unaware the highly embarrassed human heard her entire tangent.

THUNK!

"Okay, sweetie, what say we...Wes? Hunny?" Barbara paused mid-step to glance around her dressing room. There was mild confusion by its sudden lack of a fanboy until a violent tapping against her boobs drew her gaze straight down. It was her turn to blush to find a mesh of blond hair, and by extension Wes' head, firmly wedged in her cleavage. "Ah, fudge! I'm so sorry! I forget how tall I can get sometimes."

"Th-that's perfectly fine, Ms. Greyscale," Wes mumbled once his head had been dislodged from the dragons soft, squishy prison. "I can think of far worse things to be crushed by."

"Heh! That's a good sign I haven't broken you enough if you can make lewd jokes." Barbara draped her arms around Wes' shoulders, pulling him in for a gentler hug. Something the human took with gusto; wrapping arms around her hips as his face nuzzled between her pillowy mounds. "Oh, you silly little guy. This must be a dream come true for you, huh?"

She led Wes in an awkward waltz over to a bland studio couch. It still took a bit of coaxing before Wes could be convinced to break their warm embrace to have a seat. Once Barbara was sure the bouncing boy would not tackle her tail, she turned for another cabinet. It opened in a fancy way to reveal a hidden mini bar.

"What's your poison, sugar?" Barbara tried her best southern accent but was no Applejack. Glasses clicked in the silence while a hand hovered around the array of bottles poised for an answer.

Wes needed another clicking of glasses to get his attention off the dragons soft dress, and even softer body. "Oh, I'm not much of a drinker."

"Roy Rogers it is!" Barbara popped corks and poured fluids in an almost clumsy rush. She returned to sit beside Wes handing him a glass of cherry scented cola. Meanwhile, she took a moment to kick back on her cup of Gin. "Mind if I ask a question?"

"S-sure?" Wes looked up into her smiling face blushing. He was far from scared of such a big girl but amazed what they could be asking of a lowly fan like him.

One muscular dragon arm draped around Wes' shoulders, welcoming him to press against her side. Barbara took another sip while thinking over her words. "I have to admit we were all surprised when Tara decided to track you down online. You aren't the first to make all the ponies princess alicorns, but having them as anthros with enormous boobs? That was surely something noteworthy. Hasbro will be arguing for months how to make that kid friendly. Maybe we can get them to start a particular brony market, so they don't remove the curves."

"Heh. That'd be pretty neat." Wes sipped his drink, finding the flavor a bit overdone. "Does that mean everyone is...uh...like you."

Barbara snorted. "You mean 'in character?' Yeah, almost all of us use magic to shrink down or become 'kid friendly' as the marketing tries to push it. I assure you we're all legal here. That also means you are in for a heck of a party, kid."

"I'm twenty-six…"

"Wow, you look good and young. Keep up whatever it is you're doing, Wes." The majority of Barbara's drink found its way down her lengthy scaled throat at this point. Its effects were getting a bit more apparent with the lazy way her head drifted side to side. Her hold upon Wes continued to tighten around the poor human intent on pinning him to the side of her breast. "But you're ideas would be prime for something like Adult Swim. The stupid network could really use a good show. What was it you called my princess version? Spikearella?"

"Oh yeah!" Wes took a long drink for how dry his mouth suddenly became. "I mean since Spike is sort of a servant to Twilight I thought it'd be cute if your transformation followed a Cinderella theme, and…"

"Cute?" Barbara nearly smacked Wes off the couch with how hard she patted his back. It was impressive his drink did not spill either. "Those kind of ideas are downright adorable and drive the imagination wild. I love it oh so much. I actually had this dress tailored after one of your commissions since the purple matches my scales."

"It's adorable. Although, your...um...hair is a bit different than hers."

"I'd like to think my body is a bit more stacked too, huh?"

Wes' response came out a muffled grunt since the big dragon's hand was gently shoving his face into her chest for emphasis. Thankfully she let go so he could gather a breath of air while she downed the remaining booze in her glass. There was definitely a bit of bubbly glaze developing behind those eyes.

"Aah! I dunno why, but that just got me curious about what else this horny little man could be thinking off. Thanks so much for sharing everything in your galleries, by the way. I'm actually a bit surprised you never submitted to me, I mean, submitted Spikearella for the contest."

"Oh, that? I just thought it was for pony characters only, so…"

"Pfft! Of course!" Barbara almost slammed her glass down on a small table. The now free hand went back up to drum angrily against her chin. "It's always the dang ponies they want to show off. Spike has always been one of those token boys that can't even get a decent moral for his episodes. How many times have we visited dragons and they never want to utilize how awesome I really look?"

Okay, seeing smoke coming out a serpents nostrils was definitely a bit intimidating. Wes was just grateful Barbara was staring drunkenly into a wall like it was her sworn enemy and not him.

"And, oh my gosh, the other ideas I found digging through your FurAffinity!" Like a light switch, Barbara went from jaded employee to delightful hostess once more. She bent down to nuzzle her snout through the man's shaggy blond hair giving an approving moan to his scentful shampoo. "What was that one...uh...werewolf detective?"

"Who? Groovia? She's my werewolf superhero." Wes blushed both from the clumsy affection, and swelling of pride in his creations. "She's a funky disco lover that spreads her own joyous groove like you.

"Ah, superhero? That's even more awesome. Surprised anyone these days even remembers what disco is though." Barbara giggled, and burped, as her head bobbed around trying to find a coherent thought. "Oh right, the detective was a squirrely chick, right?"

"Oh, no. She's my secret agent character; Airbagia Squirrel."

"They're pretty much the same thing, except one causes more explosions. HIC!" Barbara tettered her weight a bit too heavily on Wes, causing his cola to splash across her gown. "Oops, sorry. Ugh, but I really loved how silly that dynamic of hers worked. Just a big ol' puffed up trench coat. I could do that so much better. Wanna see?"

"Wait, what?"

But Barbara had already inserted her thumb into her muzzle. Taking a deep breath, her cheeks bulged as she blew into her finger. From somewhere deep inside the dragon came that familiar hissing noise of inflation. It grew steadily higher in volume until…

FWOOMPH!!

"Hehehehehehehe!!" Barbara fell back upon the couch as her form surged to take up all but a sliver of space at the end. Her dress puffed several times thicker until it overflowed the armrests, blanketing the human squished under her hips. Hands absently roamed around the dense satin unable to resist enjoying the feeling of being trapped in a tent. "How about that? Did I make myself large and puffy like her?"

"M-maybe a bit larger than I ever imagine." Wes' head poked out from the mess of silk, enjoying his own view of enormous mammaries looming over him like balloons. "I can't believe you can even make your dresses grow too. Wait, are you drunk?"

"HIC! Using magic to drastically shift my size does tend to mess with my metabolism, yes. It's why I only had one glass." Barbara pushed off the couch to stand over Wes. Her frame cast a shadow over her human guest while she twirled and struck a curtsy pose. "What do you think?"

"You're fit to be a princess any day, far as I'm concerned." Wes gulped what remained of his drink, giving Barbara an enthusiastic thumbs up. "You look just like one of my Bridezilla's at this size."

Barbara gasped, the blush on her scales glowing in the overhead lights. "Oh my gosh, I had forgotten about those fancy babes from outer space. Does this mean I can make you my husband now?"

"Um…" Wes blinked. "S-should we really be having this conversation?"

"If sweaty forty-year-olds can daydream about marrying Fluttershy on Reddit, I can enjoy having a man that loves me for my real self. HIC!" Even a fluffed-up dress could not hide the unbalanced swings of Barbara's gait. Each footstep resounded like a hammer in the silence of her dressing room as she approached Wes again. "Come on, let's have at least one little waltz. Make a girls night before the next convention kills my pride in this gig?"

Hands large enough to ensnare Wes' head reached out, making him gulp. "Well, I don't suppose it could hurt to…"

GRRRRUMBLE!

"Oh, uh," Wes blushed putting hands on his stomach rather than into Barbara's. "Actually, I'm a bit more interested in that dinner Tara spoke of since I didn't eat anything off the catering table."

It was clear the wrong thing had been said just from the few seconds pause Barbara needed to process the polite rejection. Wes only began to worry about it when her smile twitched and plummeted into a frown. Smoke once again seeped out of the dragon's nostrils with increasingly heavy breaths.

"And...what's...wrong...with...me?" Barbara punctuated each word with a large puff of smoke. Luckily the air conditioning seemed top notch to keep the room from suffocating Wes.

He had way bigger, bouncier things to suddenly be afraid of. When Barbara took a step towards him, it made the picture frames shake. He lept from the couch trying to sidestep around her ample dress.

"Nothing's wrong with you, Barb! You got to be one of the biggest dragons I've ever met."

Technically the tv actress was the first dragon he had ever met, but why spoil a compliment? Not that it seemed to help his cause any. Barbara turned in place with a swooshing of her skirt, hands balled into fists against her hips while she glowered down at Wes.

"Oh, I see how it is; I'm 'one of' the biggest? Hunny, you don't seem to understand just how special a situation an inflation kinkster like you is in."

For most circumstances, Wes might have felt he had been insulted. However, his focus was on the fact Barbara was popping both thumbs into her mouth. Slowly, her head arched back with a deep inhale. All that air gathering puffed out her chest in a tight strain against the dress's neckline.

PPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT!!!

Barbara lurched forward blowing with the force of a jet engine. The effect was instantaneous; the spikes along her back thickened while her body shot towards the ceiling. Wes found himself having to scramble back to keep from being swept under the dragon's dress filling out the room.

POP! POP! CRRRRRKK!

And it was not just size increasing this time. Wes looked up gasping to find Barbara's breasts had swelled tight in her brazier. The cleavage bulged around stubborn fabric before the dress itself adjusted to better contain miniature dragon moons. Meanwhile, her arms were popping out with little bumps that quickly formed the ridges of hardened muscles. A minor flex made them bulge with power to rival professional bodybuilders. The human could only imagine how the rest of her body swelled under that dress.

And the mental images were more than enough to get him aroused.

"Oh, that is definitely better, isn't it?" Barbara sniffed twice and giggled at picking up his scent once more. One arm gave a harder flex, letting Wes examine the rigid mountain of her bicep. "Don't think I'm as big as Groovia, though. HIC! Still, you like muscle babes too. I've seen the porn of it."

"I, uh, don't really commission porn that often."

"Not the point, silly." Barbara shuffled towards Wes, finding it even harder to balance when drunk and over ten feet tall. The spikes on her head were practically digging lines through the ceiling paint. "Now what say you pucker up and give your bridezilla a-WHOOPS!"

Wes could not see what had happened with her dress covering most of the room, but it was apparent by Barbara's rocking forward she had tripped on something. All light became bloated out around Wes as her form lurched forward in an uncontrolled descent. And yet, staring into a pair of breasts the size of beachballs plummeting towards him, Wes could not have been happier for winning this contest.

THWOOMP!!

Neither occupant of the room would be wholly sure how long they laid on the floor. Barbara had become a barely coherent giant dragon that was content resting on her own squishy breasts like pillows. Wes was equally satisfied to be wedged into the pocket space between the soft dress fabric and warm mammaries. It's not like he could have crawled his way out of the dark heavy weight without her consent anyway.

The next thing Barbara was aware of was a light tapping sound feeding into her mild headache. The annoying sound grew louder and closer fast. Realizing the notion of footsteps, she worked up the strength to shift across her boobs to face the door. Soon a golden dragon woman much like her stepped into the room and promptly stopped in surprise. Putting together the scene quick, this new arrival broke into giggles running a hand through her puffy purple hair, the other resting on the belt of her sky-blue dress.

"Seriously, Barbara? I know it was the season finale, but they make you pay for the macro damages."

"Ugh! Not now, Sam. I kinda had a bit too much to drink by accident."

"Right. Accident." The gold dragon rolled her eyes, leaning against the doorframe. "That's what you said when they shot your Equestria Olympics episode too. You sat on the director's trailer thinking it was a spa."

"It had a spa in it! That's a crucial distinction of motives." Barbara rubbed her forehead groaning. Taking a deep breath, she pushed off the ground into a sitting position. The soft mass of her chest sloshed and fell back into its natural hang inside her bodice.

A slip of memory caused by her mild hangover made Barbara feel bad when a disheveled Wes slipped out from under her boobs. At least the excess fluff of her dress gave him a makeshift slide onto the flat floor.

"Ah, there he is!" Sam's high heels clicked rapidly in flight across the room to stand over Wes. The poor boy looked completely flabbergasted, but happier than any fan yet. Giving her head a soft, amused shake, she bent down to help Wes back onto his feet. "You must be the lucky contest winner. I'm Samantha Goldenwing, but you probably know me as Smolder. Looks like Barb already demonstrated our special talents for magic shapeshifting."

"Hi, Wes, I'm a sexy dragon!" Wes grumbled out in a slur. His whole face was a lopsided grin as he raised a hand intending to offer a shake. Only problem was they smacked into one of Samantha's breasts and decided to latch onto that instead. "It's very soft to boob you!"

Samantha's face straightened out while she took a moment to consider this turn of action. Slowly she turned to stare up at the shade provider that was Barbara. "What did you do to this boy?"

"He's twenty-six, and don't blame me for everything!"

"You're almost as bad as those damn alicorns when it comes to flirting with the fanbase, and bigger than a truck to boot. Hurry up and deflate so we can get him to the limo. Everyone's waiting for our dinner party."

"Dinner? Whoa, we get a limo!?" The notion of food knocked Wes back to reality thanks to his growling stomach. A moment later he noticed his hand and jerked it off Samatha's chest like she had burned it.

If anything Samantha could only grin just as amused as her giant colleague. "Hey, sweetie. Welcome back! I hope you're hungry."

"Starving actually." Wes chuckled as he let Samatha lead him out of the dressing room. Before they were even away from the door, there came a loud popping sound, followed by the slow shrill cry of rubber squeaking. He looked back unable to see much around Samantha. "Is she going to be okay?"

"Oh, yeah. Barbara just hates having to deflate," Samantha turned towards the door raising her voice over the squealing. "Even for a normal person's size!"

"Bite me!" Barbara's voice called back.

"Oh, in her wildest dreams I would." Samantha giggled, only to straighten up after noticing Wes' interested gaze. "So yeah, bet you didn't think we were all actually anthro's huh?"

"It was certainly a surprise." Wes found himself starting to get used to the idea a little. At least, the overly friendly mass of Samantha pressing into the back of his head as they walked through the studio was less intimidating. "If I had known how close my ideas were to reality I would have sent a lot more in actually."

"Hah! I bet I'm not one of those yet either. Lordy, I hope I get some episodes next season." Samantha reached around Wes to push open the exit door for them to walk through. There was still just enough sun to blind them slightly before a limo could clearly be seen parked just off the lots roadways. "Barbara was rubbing it in my nose for days when she found herself dancing across your art galleries as a princess. Don't let the silly inflation nature fool you, that dragon's ego will always be the biggest part of her. OW!!"

A sharp strike against the back of Samantha's had caused the domino effect of her chest smacking into the back of Wes'. The cause stomped into view of both pained victims to reveal itself as Barbara. She towered over both still a bit on the tall side, but at least eight feet can fit into a limo.

"Excuse me? You were saying something funny," Barbara said flatly, crossing arms under her massive chest. "But how long did you brag about your own plot involvements when they finally came around?"

"I was just getting you back for season three. Sheesh!" Samantha rubbed her head, shooting the other dragon a raspberry. "You were bragging for months about saving the Crystal Empire, and I was just an extra in two dragon-related stories."

"Whatever!" Barbara rolled her eyes with a giggle. Ignoring the scowl from Samantha, she instead focused on the human sandwiched between them. "Come on, handsome! You got a whole crowd waiting for you, and our ride is burning gas."

"I got what now?" Wes yelped when Barbara to yanked him by the hands towards the limo. He was only released when the big dragon could open the door and step aside for him to enter first.

Turned out that had been a trap. Wes only managed to step up to the car before a mess of purple and black arms shot out to grapple him into the vehicle. Lights and velvet seats circled around him in a flurry thanks to his captors fighting for the dominant hold on his body. Apparently, they decided to compromise as he found himself dropped into a seat along the left side of the cabin. Almost immediately he found himself engulfed in overinflated tents of frilly silk filled out the adjoining seats. These were, of course, the puffed out dresses of two familiar pony women of royally epic bustiness.

"Tara?!" Wes gawked once he pushed the dresses aside to look up at the purple alicorn scrapping the car's roof with her horn. His gaze whipped to the other side where a black furred pony grinned just as playfully down at him. "Diana?"

"How sweet! He remembered us." Tara giggled as she leaned in to kiss the mans cheek.

After mirroring the action on Wes' other cheek, Diana looked over with a smirk. "I would hope so. It was only an hour ago, you dumb bimbo."

"Me!?" Tara shifted in her seat, angrily lifting her breasts. "You're the one with the bigger tits, even by Barbara's standards."

"Leave me out of this!" Barbara had shuffled inside the limo almost having to be on hands and knees at such a size. She eventually managed to fill up a seat and a half across from Wes. The perfect vantage point to coil her long serpent tail around his legs.

Diana refused their request, staring down the enormous dragon with a flash of teeth. "Yeah, little Spike can act tough all she wants when full of hot air."

A small puff of smoke oozed from Barbara's nose. "Excuse you?"

"Hey now, let's not get petty." Samantha had filed into the cabin, closing the door before taking a seat next to it. "You girls promised to behave in front of the fanboy."

"And you don't hear him complaining."

In his defense, Wes found it hard to slip a word in that would be appropriate for horse and dragon humanoids with the bodies and dresses of gods. He would have seized this opportunity to squeak out anything from the mildest compliment to a total topic change. That window slammed shut when Diana leaned down to press against Wes' face. Opening his mouth would only result in some very awkward kissing moments for the water cooler.

Not that Wes felt any of his present company would mind. They almost seemed to be making it a contest not to point out the aching tent in the crotch of his pants. Tara certainly did not help when her purple mounds crushed in against the back of his head.

"Besides, Barbara already had him for almost an hour." Tara's satin gloved hand teased some of Wes' golden locks. "It was 'Twilestia' he submitted for the contest. It's only fair he gets to have a good time with the live version. Ow! Hey!"

Diana smacked the hand away, replacing it with her own to hug Wes more towards her. "You say that, but his Nightmare Moon pictures were of way higher quality. You know he likes evil girls so much better."

"And who says I'm done with him, huh!?"

Wes gulped seeing Barbara heft off her seat straight into his face. He felt compressed tight and warm with the trio forming a ring of soft flesh around him. Barely any light of the overhead bulbs could get through their mess of luxurious hair. "Hmmpphh!? Gah, what? I. Soft…"

"I think you broke him, Barb," Tara said flatly, and almost looking disappointed.

"Hehe. Nah! He's just enjoying our special friendship treasures."

"There is no way I'm calling my tits that." Diana hissed.

"Give him a few minutes. It's almost cute how his brain needs time to figure out what a sandwich he's in."

Wes grinned up at the smiling beauties pinning him in place. This had certainly not been any of the first impression scenarios his imagination concocted on the trip over. And to think he got to spend the next few days meeting everyone. Hopefully, the rest of the cast was this friendly, or a bit less forward about it. At least no one was a self-absorbed snob like in most Hollywood productions.

A soft chuckling snapped him out of the happy daze a sea of breasts brings. Daring to shift among the soft masses, Wes managed to get enough of a view to see Samantha still kicking back in the rear seat. Not only did she find this pile of personal space violation amusing, but she also had her cellphone out to record it.

Everything jostled as the limo kicked into drive. Barbara nearly fell off her squatting position in the cabin, making everyone's squashed breasts push against each other.

"Aw yeah, there's a Twitter-worthy shot!" Samantha cackled behind her phones bright flash. The scene of Wes gasping while three sets of breasts jiggled violently around his head became forever enshrined as digital data. With that image secured, she lowered the device to give Wes a confident wink. "Strap yourself in hun. You are in for one hell of a trip."