Of course, this being Fuquestria, although all ponies were generally ridiculously endowed, some were even more massive than others. For the past week, ex-Queen Chrysalis had been drawing attention and whispers and catcalls with hir towering proportions, standing some two and a half times taller than an ordinary pony and even then being completely outsized another few times over by the gargantuan assets jutting ponderously from hir wasp-waisted, bimbo-like body. With hir hundred-foot balls bulldozing through the sand, two hundred or more of brightly-colored green mare penis leading the way, shi jiggleclapped hir way to the Clothing-Optional beach each day to bask in the sun like a plant, hir gargantuan assets visible for the better part of a mile in either direction and an even better landmark than the lifeguard towers occasionally dotting the way. When shi wasn’t getting a tan or dozing in the shade of hir extra-sized umbrella, the massive changeling splashed around in the surf, hir humongous curves giving hir the appearance of an entire pod of whales clustered together by the shoreline and the milky trailing slick of white leaking from hir mare penis outlining the shoreline currents before it dissolved away into the water. As the hours ticked on, it was time for a good meal at one of the restaurants in the lively resort town, followed by aimless meandering through the many boutiques, tourist traps, and at last when night fell the neon-lit carnival atmosphere of the boardwalk itself. If anypony were to ask, Chrysalis might say it was wonderful to have nothing to do at all.
Shi’d barely packed for the trip. There was little need to worry about what to wear. Although nakedness would have been perfectly acceptable, and many of the smaller ponies didn’t bother with clothing of their own, their towering horse penises jutting twenty feet skyward or more, Chryssy was one of those who took the opportunity to accessorize and delight in feeling feminine and pretty, and the ample bathing suits available for purchase in town were enough to suit the occasion. Hir bikinis made no attempt at modesty and barely even support, the micro-strings merely stretched across hir unending curves like one of Rarity’s measuring tapes at hir clothing store, held in place by hope and dreams and napkin-sized triangles of fabric which snugly dug into the soft, pliant flesh of hir enormous nipples and vast, engorged flare. A huge, floppy-brimmed sunhat and a polarized pair of hir usual large eyeglasses rounded out hir look. Dressing up felt nice, even if shi were engulfed in hir own curves, hir ballsack and buttcheeks and breasts so gigantic that even with hir considerable stature few ponies could actually see much of hir unless they managed to burrow in close. In hir opinion, being so purposefully underdressed only drew even more attention to hir size than it would if shi’d been merely naked.
The smell of hir penis quickly became a familiar aroma around the beach and in town, the sunny oceanside setting taking on the uncharacteristic bouquet of petrichor and creamy matcha tea, like a moist woodland refuge with calming earthy and vegetal notes. Ponies who unfairly expected the ex-queen of the Changelings to have some kind of a sour or bitter smell were in for a pleasant surprise - especially given hir newfound proclivity for physical affection. When shi hip-checked, smooshed into, bowled over or, Celestia forbid, hugged an unwary stranger hir assets engulfed them entirely, and when the ponies would finally re-emerge they did so with a dazed expression and a completely altered new outlook on the joys of life. Between hir incredible appearance, ridiculous size, and the sheer force of hir friendliness, word spread pretty quickly around town and soon a considerable number of onlookers were adjusting their vacation schedules just so they could come take a look at the giant dickmare changeling romping about.
There was just something about hir these days, after all. No pony could quite tell, but looking at the expression on hir face it seemed impossible that shi had ever been a villain. Hell, it seemed impossible the big grrl had ever had so much as a furrowed brow darken hir radiant smile. Just watching hir made the crowds feel better, hir happiness and relaxed feeling of comfort as obvious and contagious as the thick tendrils of penis-scent that poured in copious plumes from hir mammoth, triple-digit genitalia. Perhaps only a mind as keen as Twilight Sparkle’s could have properly discerned what was going on and explained it, but it seemed as if the Changeling’s abilities towards emotions and love, when not completely corrupted and put to evil use, weren’t actually something as trivial as vampirism or mere love storage. A Changeling of pure mind and heart, especially one as powerful as the former Queen, could act more as an emotional conduit, absorbing, amplifying and broadcasting positive feelings like an enormous beacon. Perhaps at one point long ago, if shi hadn't been corrupted, shi would have taken the mantle of the Princess of Love and positive emotions for ponies. But regardless of what could have been, for quite some time now without realizing it, Chrysalis had been resonating with hir own self-actualization to turn hirself into a walking gender-euphoria bomb. The magic within hir reverberated and concentrated until it emanated out in a constant, passive aura with quite the incredible radius, causing every pony around hir to not only swell bigger but to also physically transform in a myriad of subtle and unsubtle ways that guided them towards their ideal physical appearance no matter how impossible it might be.
Chryssy hirself was no exception to this, either. Shi hadn’t consciously chosen to become a cartoonishly-exaggerated, gigantic bimbo, but it made hir feel happy inside on an indescribable level that reached down right to hir very soul. It’d even quietly affected hir pronouns, hir own inner voice and the world around hir adjusting the spelling just enough to respect and emphasize hir gender. Hir proportions only careened further into the hyperideal the bigger shi became, with hir waist narrowing and hir legs lengthening subtly, hir buttcheeks ballooning out behind hir until their upper sides nearly wobbled level with hir shoulders. And although hir basic appearance hadn’t much changed from before, now instead of looking at hir sharp teeth, wicked horn and gnarled limbs with terror and disgust ponies now gazed at hir supermodel-like proportions and thought that hir traits lent hir a sensual, femme-fatale kind of vibe. Chrysalis hadn’t ever realized how much it hurt to experience scorn until it had vanished from hir life entirely, and now the looks of welcoming and lust directed hir way made hir feel so gratified it nearly brought hir to tears.
And so shi blossomed into a social butterfly, taking full advantage of hir lack of aristocratic obligations to mingle with ordinary ponies more than the Princesses could ever dream of doing. Shi didn’t yearn for hir old position anymore, and in fact having to run the hive again would have just been stifling. No, this was so much better, constantly surrounded by a chorus of growy, rubbery creaks and groans and the friendly touches of various species who were glad that shi was there among them! Santa Marenica was a lovely place to visit, and there was an entire month and change left before hir vacation would be over. From there? Well, reacquainting hirself with Canterlot would certainly be nice, but even then shi couldn't help but think about all of the other wonderful places around the world just waiting for hir to visit. Manehatten? Prance? Neighpon? Zebrica?
Celestia really had been right. There was a whole wide world out there to discover just full of fun and friends. And... at the rate shi was growing? There would be more than enough of hir for everyone to share... and someday soon, crossing the oceans might be just as easy as taking a stroll next door.
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Another pic from
\n\t\t\t\t\tsimonaquarius, with two colored versions thanks to \n\t\t\t\t\tnonsequitur's generosity - porn of Chrysalis is often inconsistent with coloring and I wasn't sure which one I would like more. In the end, I do greatly prefer the brighter hue and the gradient is super fun too, so that's definitely what I'll use going forward... but here, I'm happy to share both versions, including the extras without the inset bubble and the one that removes her balls from the inset for greater clarity and contrast. Plus the original lines too... gosh, this is easily my biggest upload ever. :bAnyway, so this was a birthday pic for me and I really desperately needed something indulgent to brighten things up. I'd quite literally had a heart attack at the beginning of the month after all and I'd spent the next two weeks feeling tired and sore lol. Suffice it to say that this really did live up to my hopes, it's a wonderful piece and it looks even more amazing in color. I can't thank Non enough. The only really tricky part was thinking of a marvelous-enough vignette to go with it... as always... but I'd like to think this is an appropriate match for the art! Also, this is definitely a good size to imagine Chryssy at in my AU from now on.
I hope you guys enjoy~