On page 4 Celestia's neck, bosom and musculature really begin to swell. She slides onto the double-sided, iron chaise longue (in the shape of a blindfolded pegasus) to steady herself. The pressure spreads and squeezes her so wonderfully that tears of yearning and lusty joy start welling up. Instead of running down her ever-more-glossy form, they begin to drift up to the ceiling as though it were raining in reverse. she pats her swollen neck helplessly as even her plump lips rise out of reach.

This series contains magical, self-inflicted, latex-bondage, muscle-amazon growth. My good friend Seritaph commissioned this comic to help blow off some righteous anthro-pony, amazon-flation, magic-inflato-bondage, giantess mojo. =^_=