Background Pony #0308
Content: Implied TG/TF, mind control, butt expansion.
“H-honey, we’re not so sure about this…”
“Don’t worry, babe!” Jennifer said dismissively. “I just need you to walk around the convention hall a few times and clear out all the creeps so I can enjoy the con unmolested.” She brushed a stray blue hair from her boyfriend’s shirt, smirking as the light and casual contact still set off a slight tremor of surprisingly erogenous sensitivity in the transformed girls’ body. This was perfect!
“Um, is there any way we could back out of this plan?” Max, now sounding exactly like Tabitha St. Germaine’s Princess Luna, asked nervously. Jen was pleased that even the Royal We was coming through.
“Nope!” Jennifer replied, giving her handiwork a final inspection. “In fact, just to make you extra attractive to those losers, I’ve temporarily blocked your ability to say the word ‘no.’ Don’t worry, you won’t even miss it! Now I think you’re just about ready… hmmm.” She spun the lady-shaped subject around in front of the hotel room mirror, swishing the ankle-length blue hair with its momentum. “That might be a problem?” she said thoughtfully.
“Oh?” Max asked.
“Yep, with all this gorgeous hair your butt won’t be able to grab their attention. Want me to make an adjustment? The simps won’t be able to keep their hands off when I’m done.” she asked, knowing that her boyfriend would normally have refused such a request.
“Yes,” the blue-skinned girl said, blushing profusely as she realized this was one of those times she’d normally have refused and finding it odd how agreeable she was feeling instead. How was it that this sounded like a good plan?
“Great! Hold still, babe!” Jen said as she picked up the makeup compact and opened it, gathered some dust on the applicator puff, concentrated on the effect she wanted, and bent down to blow the magical dust onto Max’s backside.
The dark fabric of Max’s shorts groaned as flesh began growing against it, pushing and pressurizing the garment as blue butt cheeks got heavier and plumper. Max groaned too, as the tighter pants applied pressure to the front as well as the back. Her grunt was suitably cute and just a bit erotic, Jen judged, perfect for her purposes.
At last, the spell had successfully modified Max’s body one final time, adjusting the outfit barely enough to accommodate such tightly-packed pony buns. Max was left with an ass so huge it looked like it wouldn’t even fit into the easy chair in the corner of the room.
“Nice!” Jen said, giving her latest modification a playful smack that elicited a surprised chirp from the blue unicorn girl and left her jello-like flesh wobbling smartly inside the seemingly vacuum-packed shorts. “Babygirl got BACK!” she remarked with a smirk. “All the pony-philes out there are gonna flock to you like ants to a sugar party! Doesn’t that sound fun?” she asked, throwing the question in for good measure.
“Yes,” the lewdly-shaped Luna look-alike responded instantly, blushing purple at the implications of her answer.
“So you remember the plan?” Jen asked, gently guiding Max-Luna’s face up to look at her directly.
“Yes. We cruise the con floor, attracting all the creepers, then text you to let you know when it’s safe,” her formerly-boyfriend partner recited.
“And what do you do with all those creepers?” Jen asked.
“Keep them busy while you’re out there and wait for you to call us back to the room,” the night-skinned girl said with a deeper blush that was starting to show up a little red on her purple cheeks.
“And what do you do to keep them busy?” Jen asked.
“Whatever it takes,” the spellbound anthropomorphized girl replied, biting her lip anxiously.
“Good girl!” Jen beamed at her partner in satisfaction. “Okay, then! Get out there and strut your stuff! And remember, have fun!”
“Yes ma’am,” Max said, compelled to respond affirmatively for the duration of the curse. She broke eye contact with Jen and picked up her con badge from the dresser and her phone from the nightstand before heading for the door. Jen watched Max’s enormous lady-butt swing hard from side to side with each step on her way out the door and knew she’d made the right choice to attract all the unwanted attention away from herself.