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Heavy. This was Skyler’s new reality ever since his bizarre transformation 10 weeks ago into an anthropomorphic Twilight Sparkle. The mental shock of suddenly becoming the opposite gender had been quite unpleasant enough for poor Skye, but that was nothing compared to what came next.
Forced to cope with a virulent, relentless bout of unnatural puberty, Skyler’s body decided that simply having breasts bigger than her head just wasn’t good enough. No – she shuddered, reflecting – that had only been the beginning… And now, walking down the clinic hallway, cursing her lot in life, Skye’s entire body wobbled & swayed like a waterbed on a stormy sea, jostled by the relentless bounce of an enormous pair of beachball tits, each fatty lobe measuring more than three times the size of her head.
Finally working up the nerve to call a gynecologist, she had been immediately booked for a mammogram to check the health of her recent unwanted acquisitions – and now here she was, making her way to the back office, steering her gargantuan bust past the usual stream of gaping jaws and staring faces. Making matters worse, the air was insidiously cool, teasing the thick wafers of her bloated, overly-sensitive nipples into swelling up harshly against the fabric of her dress, warping the material and making the whole experience all the more humiliating.
Skye’s back hurt. Her whole posture slumped forwards to compensate, but it wasn’t enough. With every step, her whole bust quaked, tugging at her shoulders, throwing her equilibrium off-balance, feeling the immense, mind-numbing heft of her gargantuan breasts, heaving heavy against her overworked lungs.
How much longer could this nightmare go on?
Heavy. This was Skyler’s new reality ever since his bizarre transformation 10 weeks ago into an anthropomorphic Twilight Sparkle. The mental shock of suddenly becoming the opposite gender had been quite unpleasant enough for poor Skye, but that was nothing compared to what came next.
Forced to cope with a virulent, relentless bout of unnatural puberty, Skyler’s body decided that simply having breasts bigger than her head just wasn’t good enough. No – she shuddered, reflecting – that had only been the beginning… And now, walking down the clinic hallway, cursing her lot in life, Skye’s entire body wobbled & swayed like a waterbed on a stormy sea, jostled by the relentless bounce of an enormous pair of beachball tits, each fatty lobe measuring more than three times the size of her head.
Finally working up the nerve to call a gynecologist, she had been immediately booked for a mammogram to check the health of her recent unwanted acquisitions – and now here she was, making her way to the back office, steering her gargantuan bust past the usual stream of gaping jaws and staring faces. Making matters worse, the air was insidiously cool, teasing the thick wafers of her bloated, overly-sensitive nipples into swelling up harshly against the fabric of her dress, warping the material and making the whole experience all the more humiliating.
Skye’s back hurt. Her whole posture slumped forwards to compensate, but it wasn’t enough. With every step, her whole bust quaked, tugging at her shoulders, throwing her equilibrium off-balance, feeling the immense, mind-numbing heft of her gargantuan breasts, heaving heavy against her overworked lungs.
How much longer could this nightmare go on?
Heavy. This was Skyler’s new reality ever since his bizarre transformation 10 weeks ago into an anthropomorphic Twilight Sparkle. The mental shock of suddenly becoming the opposite gender had been quite unpleasant enough for poor Skye, but that was nothing compared to what came next.
Forced to cope with a virulent, relentless bout of unnatural puberty, Skyler’s body decided that simply having breasts bigger than her head just wasn’t good enough. No – she shuddered, reflecting – that had only been the beginning… And now, walking down the clinic hallway, cursing her lot in life, Skye’s entire body wobbled & swayed like a waterbed on a stormy sea, jostled by the relentless bounce of an enormous pair of beachball tits, each fatty lobe measuring more than three times the size of her head.
Finally working up the nerve to call a gynecologist, she had been immediately booked for a mammogram to check the health of her recent unwanted acquisitions – and now here she was, making her way to the back office, steering her gargantuan bust past the usual stream of gaping jaws and staring faces. Making matters worse, the air was insidiously cool, teasing the thick wafers of her bloated, overly-sensitive nipples into swelling up harshly against the fabric of her dress, warping the material and making the whole experience all the more humiliating.
Skye’s back hurt. Her whole posture slumped forwards to compensate, but it wasn’t enough. With every step, her whole bust quaked, tugging at her shoulders, throwing her equilibrium off-balance, feeling the immense, mind-numbing heft of her gargantuan breasts, heaving heavy against her overworked lungs.
How much longer could this nightmare go on?
[…]
My fat, unweildy bust bounced & clashed against each other like heavy, basketball-sized water balloons as I strode uncertainly down the long, cold, white clinic hallway towards the radiologist’s office.
I frowned.
I couldn’t believe I was having to do this…
I mean, I get it. These things went from JJ cups to Q’s in barely over 2 months, and my hormone levels were all over the place… Dr. Floyd wrote me up a referral immediately, just to make sure there wasn’t any chance of cancer hiding out somewhere in all this mass of newly-developed breast tissue…
I sighed.
27 pounds of solid breastflesh bounced across my chest, and my poor, achy shoulders were feeling every ounce.
[…]
“Name?”
“Skylar Spence…”
“May I call you Skye, Miss Spence…?”
“Um… sure…”
“Sign here, please…”
Her crooked forefinger tapped the guest sheet.
Because I was so short – and “they” were so big – I had no choice but to rest the entirety of my fat, globe-sized rack on the receptionist’s counter, steering my arms around the bulbous bulk of my chest to grasp the chained-up pen and sign my name & the date.
When I had finished, the receptionist was staring at me like I escaped from a freak show.
Her finger rose to press the bridge of her glasses.
“And what are we here for today, Miss Skye…?
I hesitated.
I didn’t want to have to say it…
“Just here for my m-mammogram…” I choked. “Ma’am…”
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This is part of the (semi-abandoned) Skyler Sparkle story: https://www.deviantart.com/horselover-fat-01/gallery/73420147/skyler-sparkle
I had bigger plans for this story, but now I’m working on a brand new idea that I like ever better, so I’m dumping what I got now.