Nicole’s eyes flickered nervously over to the classroom clock. She only had fifteen minutes left.

She had already missed her first deadline – but it was just so difficult for her, the whole idea of just going up to random people – or worse, people she knew – and trying to go through whatever social steps people went through to have sex. She had struggled plenty when she had still been a guy – struggles which had in fact precipitated her present predicament – but now, in her current form, she was even more shy than usual…

It had all started two weeks ago. Nick, still a virgin in his senior year at university, had borrowed a book (or perhaps “ancient tome” was more accurate) via interlibrary loan that promised to end his lifelong celibate streak once and for all. Reciting the arcane chant laid forth on the 420th page in the forbidden Eronomicon initially appeared to have no effect whatsoever; but then, exactly one week later, he had woken up to discover that his body had transformed overnight into the spitting image of Fluttershy from “My Little Pony” in anthropomorphic form… not exactly what he had intended, to say the least. Stranger still, no one seemed to feel the slightest bit like this was anything out of the ordinary; even her driver’s license now read “Nicole”. Her new pony-girl body was rail thin, almost malnourished in appearance, with fair yellow skin, long pink hair, and a flowing pink tail protruding from her rear end that she was continually tripping over. Her 5’4”, somewhat gangly frame was light and agile, bearing a modest B cup bust that she still felt she was getting used to wobbling across her chest to during her daily morning runs, a refreshing exercise ritual that kept her grounded and sane especially in this particularly confusing time…

Studying the almost deliberately misleading pre-latinate text of the Eronomicon closely, Nicole realized that while the incantation she had carelessly invoked DID guarantee an end to chronic virginity, it would not be by means she would consider anywhere near agreeable: the spell which had seemed to do nothing for one week had in fact been counting down a 7-day time limit during which her original male self was apparently given a last chance to achieve complete intercourse via his own independent volition; failing this, the ancient magic would activate in an attempt to improve the odds of its summoner getting laid… by transforming his body in accordance with the nearest human’s deepest sexual desires as soon as the 7-day window had expired.

Nicole’s roommate, of course, she’d rapidly discovered, had long harbored a secret fetish-fantasy for slender anthropomorphic Fluttershy images.

No way was she going to have sex with him, though. Fortunately, the Eronomicon promised that if she could somehow work up the courage to fuck another woman, she could return to her original form as a man – but have sex with a man, and she’d be trapped forever in her present state. The idea of remaining the embodiment of her pervy roommate’s kinky brony fantasies for the rest of her life made her shudder with disgust. Somehow, she thought irrationally, this was all his fault – what a fucking creep…!

And making matters much worse, every week she failed to achieve intercourse would lead to further revisions to her DNA at the stroke of midnight – in accordance, of course, with the deepest desires of whoever happened to be nearest by…

But her new self was somehow even more introverted and reticent than her male self had been. Now, with only five minutes remaining until midnight, she knew that her body would change even further if she didn’t act fast and find another girl who would agree to have sex with her, NOW. But there was no way! Every time she tried to talk to anyone, she found herself tongue-tied and deeply embarrassed. She just felt like such a dorky, awkward weirdo…

She had waited too long. It was far too late now…

She shifted her weight nervously in her chair. Late-evening film studies class was normally one of her favorite subjects, but tonight she was definitely far too overwhelmed to be interested at all. Besides, she got the eerie feeling that one of the loud raucous boys sitting behind her kept leering at her when she wasn’t looking, and it was really making her uncomfortable…

“… and that’s why even the greatest film works of Jean-Luc Godard are utter and complete dogshit compared to Disney’s A Goofy Movie – oh, look at the time. Class dismissed – alright, see you all next week,” the professor drawled.

11:58 PM. Two minutes left…

Nicole shivered in her seat as the rest of the class began to murmur and stand up. She felt like crying. Even as a cute little pony girl, she was still just too darn awkward and reticent to hit it off with anybody… and now it was definitely far too late.

Just then, something she really should have thought of far earlier occurred to her. Maybe… maybe if she found a girl in class to just talk to or hang out with right now, or at very least be in nearest physical proximity to when midnight hit – a girl who was into strong, masculine men – she would turn into that girl’s deepest fantasies, and she’d be a dude again in no time! Yes… it could work…!

Nicole’s eyes scanned the crowd for a likely female. Spying a normal-seeming girl who looked like she probably had absolutely vanilla taste in men, Nicole stood up and swallowed her pride, making a beeline for her target. All you have to do is say hi and start up a conversation, she encouraged herself silently. Just say hi, and ask what she thought about the lecture, and…

“Hey, Nicki, what’d you think about that lecture??” blurted out a loud voice behind her as the rest of the class filtered out of the lecture hall. Nicole spun around. It was Michael, the slightly heavyset bearded creep who she suspected had been staring at her the whole previous hour. Her heart sank.

At that exact moment – far sooner than she’d anticipated – the clock struck midnight.

The curse Nicole had placed herself under acted almost instantaneously, projecting Michael’s deepest desires directly into her DNA. Time froze. Her body modified itself in mere seconds to her, and in less than the blink of an eye to anyone else. A hot, tingling pressure filled her upper torso, swelling up beneath her chest wall like a boiling injection of searing liquid bubbling beneath the surface of her skin. Her nipples sprang to attention immediately as burning reams of fleshy tissue multiplied and proliferated rapidly deep within the twin cores of her breasts, stretching and expanding the surrounding skin as the pressure mounted, transforming her modest B cups into D cups before Nicole could even process what was happening. The fatty cells in her tits continued to double, triple, and quadruple their number at an exponential rate, forcing her bust measurements to explode up the cup-size register so rapidly she nearly lost her equilibrium and toppled over. G cup, H cup, HH cup, J cup… her boobs were nearly as big as her head and showed no sign of slowing down, pulling her shirt up as they grew outwards, stretching and bunching up the fabric and straining the material, exposing more & more of her midriff… K cup, L cup… Nicole grit her teeth as her blood vessels pumped more & more fuel to feed the unwelcome augmentation, hyperactive nerve-endings blossoming like tendrils of lightning throughout the burgeoning breast-tissue seizing a stranglehold over all her mental faculties… as her breast size exceeded an N cup – each bloated lobe now easily bigger than her skull – Nicole felt the roiling flesh begin to cool and slow its expansion as her new enormous rack approached its final dimensions. Finally, as her aching boobs ballooned with one final upper-body jouncing pulsation into heavy, burdensome P cups, Nicole felt the nightmarish changes to her body subside at last. In a shockingly small amount of frozen time, she had become the stunned & reluctant owner of the biggest boobs in the whole school, if not the entire state.

Michael hadn’t noticed a thing; time restarted for him as if nothing had happened at all.

“Pretty good lecture, yeah?” Michael repeated, his eyes glued to his classmate’s chest lasciviously.

Nicole’s mind reeled with horror. Her body was now a freakish combination of incredibly light, reedy, and petite features – her tiny waifish waist, frail shoulders, wire-thin arms and legs without an ounce of body-fat – forced to bear the incredibly unwieldy freight of two overgrown fetish-model-sized blimp tits bursting from her upper body like two fat, juicy flesh-pumpkins. They were incredibly sensitive and distracting, not to mention the fact that Nicole’s lower back was already screaming at her – weighing 15 pounds each, her new babyfeeders jiggled onerously with her every breath and wobbled with her every step, her overactive nerve-endings alerting her to each and every minuscule shift in their position. There was no way she’d be able to do her morning jog ever again with these things…

A hot wash of hormone-supercharged emotion pulsed through her endocrine system. Nicole just wanted to run away, hide in shame in the bathroom and cry. What the hell had she just become? A dark vision of what her life would become if she wasn’t able to undo all of this flickered through her terror-paralyzed mind: all the unwanted lustful stares from hungry men, all the expensive custom bras she’d be forced to buy, all the humiliation of now having to struggle to hide her supersized melons in all public spaces, the fact that no one would ever take her seriously again, reducing her whole body, mind, and personality in the eyes of others to mere chauffeur status for a ludicrous pair of embarrassingly overgrown flesh-bulbs protruding from her tiny torso like fat tumorous parasites stealing away her dignity and self-identity. The overtaxed flesh stretched across her overgenerous “assets” stung with tingling erotic sensitivity, drinking in her attention and brainpower like black holes of neediness. She felt certain that if she ever became pregnant they would grow even further, her overripe swarms of glands swelling up with rich milk for her lucky children… and their father…

Michael licked his lips as Nicole’s mind struggled to focus enough to come up with an adequate response to his conversational overtures. She needed to figure out a way to give him the slip NOW, so maybe she could get home, come to grips with her newest reality, make plans for how she was going to finally figure out a way to actually make it in the sack with some other girl, ANY other girl, and return back to her old male self, before…

Nicole suddenly realized that she had been staring at the swelling bulge in the crotch of Michael’s jeans this entire time. Her whole body seized up, hot and swarming with a sudden intense energy.

She was… incredibly horny.

Unlike her roommate – who preferred his slender women shy and ladylike in their thoughts & demeanor – Mike loved insanely massive-chested girls with equally insanely massive libidinal urges to match.

Nicole’s panties were soaking wet. The sight of Michael’s body, and the thought of his dick bursting to get out of that incredible bulge… before she knew what she was doing, her legs were carrying her directly into the surprised but eager arms of her new lover as she pressed the bloated cargo of her tits into his chest until they flattened out into broad, compressed pancakes as her lips tilted upwards to receive the full passion of his voracious kiss. Her hands pawed brainlessly at his jeans, finally plunging down into his boxer shorts to massage the full, throbbing shaft of his impressive cock as deep animal ecstasy clinched its total stranglehold over her mental faculties. Her pussy felt like it was going to melt her panties clean off.

“Fuck me,” she whispered into her man’s ear. “Now.”

The lecture hall was empty. They were the only two still there.

Michael’s hands felt the contrast of Nicki’s girlish hips as they connected to her impossibly tiny waist, finally reveling in the phenomenal dissonance between her taut tummy and her supernaturally colossal funbags as he seized the sides of her huge breasts and squeezed, squashing the plump doughy lodes of overabundant flesh roughly in his firm masculine grip. His extra-buxom pony-girl partner squealed with desperate glee as he lifted her shirt rudely over her shoulders, her monstrous braless melons splaying succulently, two jouncing gelatinous teardrop-shaped fleshbags dwarfing her tiny torso, the huge strawberry tips of her broad-stretched bloodswollen nipples eager and firm and screaming to be suckled in the cool schoolroom air.

Alien memories flooded Nicki’s brain: of growing breasts earlier than other girls, of being diagnosed with macromastia in high school, endless doctor visits, all those secret escapist fantasies she’d dreamed up to channel her excessive sexual urges…

“Look at you, you poor thing,” he mocked, massaging their massive doughy bulk mercilessly in his palms as Nicki whimpered and moaned pathetically in his ear. She was born to be, and would soon be sure to forever remain, Michael’s loyal fat-chested little nymphomaniac Fluttershy fucktoy… and, in 9 months’ time, the stay-at-home milk-producing mother of 4 thirsty newborn healthy quadruplets.

Michael unzipped his pants.

Tonight was going to be fun.