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@Background Pony #6497  
If I can instantly recognize the art, and all the lines match-up, I’m pretty sure we can boil it down to a trace, my dude.
 
Though to be honest, the fact that he’s putting his shitty-ass fetish into all these pics upsets me more than the art theft, not gonna lie.

@Whatsapokemon  
I think the fact that they did mention the fact that it was a sketch study but couldn’t re-find the source, followed immediately by them updating the original text once the source had been located, does not sound like somebody trying to steal or hide anything.  
Every pic in their gallery that I see which is based on other pony art I recognize has a source attributed, so I dunno

@Background Pony #6497
 
It was edited, the original text said ”(the art is a sketch study of something I found a while ago that I can’t re-find so uhhh…)”
 
It’s also shoved wayy down at the bottom. The artist seems to be trying to hide the fact that it’s based on another image. Studies should be clearly labelled and not attempting to hide that they’re based on other people’s art.
 
A whole heap of the other pics in their gallery also don’t have sources…

Thicclight Sparkle is a blessing. :)

@Whatsapokemon  
from the description:
 
(the art is a sketch study based on: derpibooru.org/2074221 )
 
so I guess that should be added to the description

(from the source description):
 
His name was Dr. Floyd.
 
They said he could help me.
 
“What did you say your name was again?”
 
“Skyler. Skyler Spence, sir…”
 
The school admin office had set up the appointment.
 
“Alrighty then, Mr. Spence… just come on over here, move a little closer if you please… that’s it… now then, can you move your arms over… back behind your back for me, if you don’t mind…?”
 
I was so fucking hungry after school last Monday – and so fucking miserable – that I ended up scarfing down a whole BLT from the fridge, pretty much giving up on trying to starve off the changes.
 
And boy, was that a mistake…
 
“– there we go… now then, stand up straight… let me get a good look at you…”
 
Now it was Friday, and the impact of 3 square meals a day had proven devastating to my body’s petite figure. In just 4 short days, my body had shot straight from “anorexic middle-schooler” to “sexy schoolgirl” – and I hated it.
 
It’s like – the minute I started eating again, whatever-the-fuck was in that syringe needle made 100% sure that every single fucking ounce I ate got put towards making my bodyshape as fucking feminine as possible. Like… my tits grew, my ass grew, my hips got even wider… my waist, of course, remained microscopic, so now I had this ridiculously over-sexualized, total-cockbait hourglass figure.
 
As if just looking like a fucking purple unicorn bitch wasn’t shitty enough…
 
With old, professional eyes the doctor scrutinized my body, scribbling notes on his clipboard as he glanced up, and then back down again.
 
He gestured.
 
“– chest out, please… hips over to one side – now then, a little futher…”
 
I sighed.
 
This was humiliating.
 
“Further… now then, breathe in big…”
 
The big white button-up shirt my sister had given me on Tuesday was now far too tight. Puffing up my lungs, the top button strained against my now-D cup chest, restricting my breath. Quickly, I unbuttoned it, relieving some of the pressure.
 
I breathed a sign of relief.
 
“There we go… one more time… breathe in…”
 
Looking down, all of a sudden I felt incredibly self-conscious. I had cleavage. My tits were as big as baseballs. The skirt I’d been wearing since Monday was stretched exceedingly tight over the width of my over-exaggerated hips. It rode up high on my butt, looking more like a fucking miniskirt than a modest, proper skirt at this point.
 
My ass, my tits, my hips… everything had filled out so much over the past week that I felt now felt naked & exposed in clothes that had actually been too big for me just a few days ago. It was hellish.
 
My face flushed hot red.
 
“And out…”
 
I exhaled.
 
“There we go… perfect… thatta girl…”
 
I shot him a dirty look.
 
“Er – my sincerest apologies, Mr., ah, Spence…”
 
I rolled my eyes.
 
Dr. Floyd stood up.
 
“Well… that certainly is Dr. Barnes’ work, alright…” He shook his head. “He always did have rather… idiosyncratic tastes…”
 
“You knew that son of a bitch?!”
 
He scratched his bald head.
 
“Well, I was familiar with his work, anyhow… you see, to a geneticist, the name Dr. James Barnes was indeed quite famous, his disappearance a calamity to the scientific community; his theoretical papers regarding the plausibility of a biogenetic nano-virus, legendary… but I never dreamed he would actually be capable of developing such a virus…”
 
“So… you know what’s going wrong with me?” I gasped. “You can fix it…?”
 
“Well… not exactly.”
 
“Why not?”
 
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(the art is a sketch study of something I found a while ago that I can’t re-find so uhhh…)  
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.

Seems like a serial art thief, damn.
 
>>2074221