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#Breast Expansion
localboobsenjoyer · 3 days
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"Agalactia?" "Yes, Agalactia," said your wife after your first night of sex on your honeymoon. "Is it a condition were a mammal that should produce milk can't. My family has been cursed with it for almost 500 years. We used to be able to produce a high quantity of quality milk that was used to nurse most of the kings and queens of Europe. But one day we got cursed by a queen who thought one of us was trying to seduce the king. So no more boobs and milk for us. That is, until now, the course should be broken tonight." It took you a few moments to process this story. "Let's suppose that I believe you. Why are you telling me this now?" You asked, quite puzzled. "Because I needed to know that you loved me for real and not just..." Your wife suddenly stopped talking. You could see her dropping to her knees on the floor. Her face was a mix of ecstasy and pain. Her once flat chest was rapidly growing, her bra was already thorned apart, and her shirt was so stretched out to be almost see-through. Her once-disappointing A cup was now at least a massive O cup. Despite their unbelieveable size and lack of a bra, they were extremely perky, jutting out without the slightest hint of sag. But the most impressive thing was the milk. Tons of it was pouring out of her massive nipples without the need for stimulation. It was quite dense and left a sweet aroma in the entire room. You didn't know you had a lactation fetish, but your rock-hard booner said otherwise. Many galons of milk later, the lactation finally stopped. You definitely loved your wife before, but this was something else. The sex was the best you ever had, and your wife was a walking wet dream, tall and slim but with massive, beautiful breasts that were one stimulation away from showering you with the best milk you ever had.
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cow-princess · 2 days
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Have been forgetting to do my laundry so I’m currently panties as I’m waiting for my laundry to finish and all I can think about is if I had to run a quick errand out of the house and having someone notice I’m wearing nothing underneath my shorts.
Maybe I trip and my shorts slip down a bit or maybe someone accidentally bumps me and it pulls down slightly but either way someone in the grocery noticed that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Before I even realize hes pressed me up to the shelves and slip a finger down my shorts, caressing my ass and giggling.
He grabs my hands before I have the chance to run and start to drag me over to the supply closet.
“You know if you didn’t want it you wouldn’t have gave me such easy access.” He mocks, shutting the door and tossing me across the room. I fall over as they pull my shorts off with ease, leaving my bare cunt exposed and vulnerable. “We’ve been needing a new milk producer for awhile, a slut like you should do perfectly.”
I take a second to look at my surroundings, a modest storage room stuffed full with typical grocery store stuff, as well as a small table in the back and a conveyer belt stacked with gallon jugs. In my stupor I’m picked up and slammed on the table face up. The attendant quickly straps my hands above my head and legs far apart so all my hose are easily accessible. My shirt and bra are torn off and dropped onto the floor.
“Hmm, you look plenty wet already, probably enjoying this so much aren’t you, so we’ll just get started right away,” he mumble as he sticks his finger into my slick cunt. He unzip his jeans and quickly thrust into my cunt. My moans and please are ignored as he pumps load after load into my pussy, making sure I’m properly bred.
After awhile has passed he pulls out and slots a fuck machine into my cunt, setting it on the medium speed. My stomach is bulging from his thick seed and my tits already feel swollen from milk. He attaches two suction cups to my breast and watches me moo helplessly as they start to tug, though no milk has come out.
“Aww don’t worry pet, it won’t take long for you to start producing. I’ll come back tommorow to breed you again, can’t have our precious cash cow going dry can we?” And with that he exits the closet.
Weeks pass and all I’ve become is a sloppy dumb cow. My only confirmation of time is the knowledge that each day a staff member breeds me deep, my womb always uncomfortably full with sperm. I’m fed a mixture of all sorts of fattening foods so my chubby breasts are always swollen with rich creamy milk. As my mind melts into brainless moos, all I can wonder is if my laundry is finished.
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water-exactly-head · 2 days
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The Caregiver
An Outbreak story
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Sandra was concerned about her stepson Jim. She is certain he has the virus. The symptoms had been there for three days now: Complete physical changes along with mental ones. Jim seemed more aggressive lately and more irritable. She was so tempted to call the authorities but was scared of what experiments they would do to her sweet boy.
“You can’t keep me cooped inside forever Sandra!” Jim growled. He paced back and forth, his eyes burning with anger. Sandra stood her ground, her expression calm but firm. “Jim, baby you’re sick! If people find out you have the virus.. they’ll put you in a research facility. You know that right?” She took a step closer, reaching out to touch his arm. But he flinched away, his fists clenched at his sides.
He looked at his stepmother as some clarity returned to his mind. He unclenched his fists and sighed. “I’m sorry mom. It’s so hard to think lately… All I want to do is…” Jim looked at his mother with compassion but with a hunger she never saw before. “What is it baby?” she asked softly, taking another step closer. Jim stepped back fighting the natural urges the virus had brought forth. “It’s nothing mom… I just need to be alone.”
Jim walked swiftly and ran up the stairs. Sandra heard her stepson’s door close behind him. Santa looked over at their family portrait in the middle of the living room. “Oh Jack! How am I going to protect him?” Sandra was scared as her sweet nerdy stepson had returned a different man. Sandra had always been afraid of losing Jim ever since Jack passed away. Now the fear was exacerbated by his current… ailment.
Sandra placed her hand on her heart as she felt it beating fast. It was from fear but it was also from her stepson’s presence. She looked at the picture of Jack and how strong and handsome he was. Jim looked so much like him now and it was affecting her.
Sandra turned on the television as the news was still talking about the outbreak. The anchor was discussing the news with their health correspondent. “Yes it has spread throughout Asia and it is confirmed to have hit Australia.” The correspondent said with a grave expression. Sandra felt a chill run down her spine. She could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on her shoulders. “And what about the flight that landed in LAX? The one with the two ehhh affected flight attendants?” The anchor asked cautiously. Sandra knew that flight well. It was the one that Jim had taken to come from a school trip just 4 days ago. “Well it seems to have transformed them into blonde…. And I’m sorry to say… bimbos. They have insatiable libidos and irresistible pheromones. The good news is the strain they have is not airborne and only transferred by fluids. They seemed to have only transferred the virus to the two pilots of the plane.” The correspondent explained. “Thank you Dr. Mullin. We remind our viewers if you notice any physical or mental changes in any of your friends or family please isolate them and call the proper authorities. When we come back more ‘outbreak’ coverage.” The anchor said as the screen cut to a commercial break.
Sandra turned off the television and sighed. She rubbed her temples as she slowly walked up the stairs. She decided to check on her stepson. The sound of grunts and slapping came from his room. Sandra shook her head knowing the sound of her son masturbating. Sandra turned to walk to her room but stopped when she heard Jim scream “mom!” Sandra rushed quickly to her son’s call. She opened the door to find her son still pleasing his engorged cock. Sandra gasped as she realized the extent of Jim’s transformation.
Jim’s body was covered in shapely muscle as his abs flexed as his hips gyrated into his hand. The room’s scent was strong as it was filled with the smell of sweat and cum. Sandra inhaled deeply and felt herself become wet with desire. Sandra looked higher and saw that Jim had a pair of her pantyhose covering his eyes and nose. “Ung mom, yes suck my cock like that.” Jim panted as Sandra felt herself walking closer to her son.
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She found herself at the foot of the bed as she licked her lips. The temptation to touch her own stepson was great. “Yes, you’re gonna make me cum!” Jim’s cock erupted as streams of cum landed everywhere. Sandra quickly exited as her son uncovered his face and cleaned himself off.
Sandra rushed into her room and closed her door. She could feel her heart racing as the images were fresh in her mind. Jim’s toned body covered in sweat as he called for her. Jim holding her pantyhose to his face. He must have imagined herself sitting on him. He was so large and he came so much. “No! Stop it!” Sandra said out loud hoping to silence her naughty thoughts.
Sandra knew that Jim wasn’t her own but she practically raised him. Jack found her as a lonely young woman longing for a family. She remembered fondly the first time Jack introduced Jim to her as a young boy ten years old all that time ago. He hugged her tightly as she felt her eyes fill with tears. Sandra knew then she had found her family and she would never let anyone take it from her.
“I have to call the authorities…. For Jim’s sake.” Sandra muttered to herself as she prepared to take a shower. She reached down to undo her jeans. She gasped as felt a wet spot on her pocket. “Oh my God… is that his cum?” Sandra felt awkward as the substance covered her fingers. She played with it a bit as it felt very sticky. She smelled it as her whole body reacted. Sandra’s eyes rolled back as she felt goosebumps and her nipples hardened. She began licking her fingers as it tasted like sweet honey in her mouth. She began sucking her fingers until she realized what she was doing. She undressed and showered with cold water before hitting the bed.
“I know you want me to Sandra.” Jim said at the foot of her bed. Sandra jumped up as she saw Jim naked stroking his hard manhood. “Jim you know I hate it when you call me… Jim stop that!” Jim laughed as he walked closer to her. His body glistening with sweat, his muscles bulging under his tight skin. He smelled intoxicating, a mixture of sex and desire. She wanted to resist but couldn't find the strength. “C’mon mom you promised to take care of me when dad died. Let’s take care of each other.” Jim said as he climbed on the bed and straddled her. His thick cock pointed at her lips. Sandra felt her heart race as she opened her mouth and took him in. Jim moaned loudly as she began to suck him off. His sweet taste filled her mouth and she couldn't help but swallow.
Sandra awoke from her dream drenched in sweat as she tried to catch her breath. Her body ached as she was tempted to touch herself. She stopped herself as in a trance she got up and disrobed her pajamas. She put on her black lace bra and panties and her thigh high stockings. An outfit she hadn’t worn since Jack’s passing and walked to Jim’s bedroom.
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Sandra opened the door and found Jim tossing and turning in bed. He was naked, his muscular body covered in sweat. The sheets were tangled around his legs, and he was moaning softly in his sleep. Her heart raced as she took a step closer to the bed. She reached out and gently ran her hand through his sweaty hair, causing him to stir slightly. She leaned down and kissed his forehead, her lips lingering there for a moment before pulling back.
"Jimmy?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. He didn't respond, still lost in his dreams. Sandra climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips, and laid her head on his chest. His heartbeat thundered in her ears, matching her own racing pulse. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, and the scent of his skin filled her nostrils. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly, feeling the warmth of his skin against her own.
She let her fingers wander, tracing the lines of his abs, teasing the hairs on his chest. Jim moaned softly, his body tensing beneath her touch. She leaned forward, capturing one of his nipples between her teeth, gently biting down. He cried out, his hips bucking upwards, seeking contact with her. She released his nipple, feeling the hard peak beneath her fingertips as it stood at attention.
Her heart raced, her breath coming faster as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear. "You feel so good, Jimmy," she whispered, her voice husky. "So alive." She slid her hand lower, over his abdomen and toward his hip. Her fingers found the soft cotton of his boxers, tracing the outline of his erection through the fabric. "Let me help you feel better," she breathed, her hand moving lower still, reaching beneath the fabric and grasping him firmly.
Jim awoke and quickly jerked up. He looked around confused before focusing on his mother. "Mom?" he said, his voice thick with desire. Sandra smiled softly, her eyes locked on his erection. "You're so big," she breathed, running her hand up and down his shaft. "So hard." She leaned forward, taking him into her mouth, sucking gently at first before deepening the kiss, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. Jim's hips bucked, pushing deeper into her mouth as he moaned loudly.
Sandra increased speed as her head jerked up and down on Jim’s cock. His hips began to thrust forward, meeting her movements with an urgency that she hadn't expected. His moans filled the room, mixing with her own wet, slurping sounds as she sucked him deeper. She could feel his hot seed building in his veins, ready to explode. “Yes please taste my cum!” he gasped, his voice hoarse.
With one last powerful thrust, Jim came, his seed erupting from his cock and splashing onto the back of her throat. Sandra swallowed eagerly, savoring the salty taste as it filled her mouth. Jim collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving as he fought for air. Sandra slowly pulled her mouth away, her lips still wet with his cum, and looked up at him.
“You taste so good. Ahhhh” Sandra moaned as she felt her body shake. The virus flowed into her as her older skin tightened and gained a more youthful color. The crows feet under eyes vanished as she felt her breasts firm up. She grabbed them and felt them grow in her hands. Her graying blond hair gained its vibrant blonde color of her youth. Sandra’s back arched as she felt her ass grow. The stockings stretched as her thighs got a bit thicker and her calves got strong. She stood on her toes as her foot arch returned to her dancing form. She felt her tight abdomen as she smiled remembering how men desired her. She was even better than how she was then and an even more handsome man than Jack was before her.
Jim felt his cock come back to attention as he saw his mom become even hotter than she was. Jim was always attracted to her but the virus had made his desires impossible to ignore. “Damn Sandra you’re smoking hot.” Sandra with lightning speed jumped on Jim as she guided his hard member into her wet pussy. She began gyrating as Jim fell back on the bed paralyzed by pleasure. “What did I say about calling me that? I’m mommy baby” she moaned as she squeezed her inner muscles around him. Jim moaned as he felt every inch of her tight, wet heat envelop him. He thrust into her, meeting her rhythm, their skin slapping together in perfect harmony.
Jim finally looked up and caressed her body freeing her breasts from her bra. “Yes mommy. Ungh you feel so good.” Sandra moaned as she felt his hands on her. She reached down and held his wrists, guiding them up above his head, pinning him down as she continued to ride him. Jim felt helpless and utterly at her mercy, his hips bucking uselessly against the bed.
Sandra grabbed Jim’s hands and placed them on her hosiery covered thighs. Jim groaned loudly as he felt his cock twitch. “You like when mommy wears these?” she asked, her voice husky with desire. Jim nodded weakly, his hips moving involuntarily against the bed. She smiled down at him, her eyes flashing with lust. With a swift motion, she slid her hand down between their bodies and began rubbing her clit as she continued to ride him.
Her other hand moved up to cup his face, her thumb tracing circles around his lips. Jim opened his mouth, eager to taste her as she leaned down and brushed their lips together. Their tongues tangled, their breath mixing as they shared the sensation of her body moving against his.
Sandra arched her back, her nails digging into his chest as her orgasm washed over her. She cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure as she came. Jim felt her walls squeeze tight around him, her muscles contracting in the most exquisite way. His own release followed close behind, his seed spilling deep inside her as he groaned.
They both collapsed on the bed as their morals disappeared and their desires increased.
“I was so wrong to keep you cooped up here in the house. I better let you go back to school baby.”
1 week later
Jim was brought into the research facility when a student called the CDC. Apparently Jim couldn’t recall how many students he had sex with. The CDC began testing students to see who was infected and found them all. The virus was contained.
“Sir, he did spend time home before coming back to school. Should we test the mother too?”
“Negative, the virus is only transmitted via fluids. He wouldn’t fuck his mom.”
And so the virus spread.
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bustybounty · 1 day
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An all-you-can-eat buffet but all the weight goes to your breasts.
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"Whew, that was a filling buffet...literally, look at these gigantic puppies! Hours of eating only fueled these boobs to get bigger...shame it's not an actual ALL YOU CAN EAT buffet. Liars..."
Standing up despite their sheer weight, hands on my back as I walked, looking at one of the cameras, breasts bouncing very heavily in front of me like two enormous exercise ball crushers.
"I hope there are more buffets in town. Oh, I remember another one that's open right now..." Soon these puppies will be as big as actual wrecking balls, and then I will be banned from buffets forever. Not actually banned. Just too big to fit in the building because one tit is too fucking enormous not to instantly crush it.
A price to pay for all this growth <3
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beatrixstonehill2 · 4 hours
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"I'm ready for my injections," Holly told her boyfriend, Ryan.
"Good, you're becoming so obedient. I told you you'd come around eventually. You almost look eager."
Holly blushed, feeling the weight of her breasts hanging off her chest, already about twenty-five pounds each. Fifty whole pounds of pure breast. It felt absurd to her, so wrong, and yet inescapable. It was her new reality. "I'm excited to see them grow for you....."
"That's a good girl," he said, inserting IV needles into her breasts at various points.
Holly winced as her boyfriend injected her breasts with over a gallon of saline each. She remembered when she first met Ryan barely a year ago. He was so charming, they met at the gym and were both very passionate about being fit and healthy. She worked as a gymnastics instructor. Now she couldn't imagine trying to work her old job. The mothers would be horrified at such a huge-breasted cow of a woman trying to teach their daughters.
Soon into their relationship, Ryan mentioned having a big tit fetish. She thought nothing of it, what guy doesn't? Before long, she noticed her breasts were getting bigger and started lactating. He fessed up that he was drugging her water bottles, and apologized, but said he wanted her EE-Cup breasts much bigger. She was angry but as her girlfriend was still excited to please him and get bigger for him, despite not wanting large breasts.
Her breasts got bigger and bigger, impeding her ability to do gymnastics. Women began recommending she get a reduction or chop them off outright. Holly had to reluctantly admit her boyfriend was making her grow them out like this. His fetish consumed her life, made her lose her job, getting so bad she found herself becoming a living embodiment of his kinks. No longer Holly at all, just an object he acted on and molded into his perfect toy.
She gasped as the gallons of saline flooded her breasts, his new favorite means of torturing her. When they were done, her breasts ballooned to double their size, red and swollen, round and very taut like fake tits. He took out the needles and placed heart-shaped bandages over them to help keep her tits from springing leaks. This new way of increasing her breast size would ensure once the saline is absorbed her breasts would stretch, getting saggier, longer, emptier. Instead of being beautiful and full from the breast growth drugs, like a woman who's pumped out a dozen or so kids, her breasts would switch between extremely saggy, floppy and empty, and enormously round and heavy, filled to the point of popping with saline, heavy as two water coolers strapped to her chest.
Holly winced as Ryan tightened her leather straps and added the rest of her corrective harness, which looked a bit like bdsm gear, to help keep her back upright, pushing out her giant saline-filled boulder tits. Ryan smiled, smacking Holly's breasts, which made her recoil in pain. "It feels incredible when I hit them, doesn't it?"
Holly nodded, barely able to catch her breath. "Y-Yes.... Smack them all you want. They're yours."
"Good girl, but they're about to be all of Lower Manhattan's. I want you bringing in lots of money tonight, OK? Smile a lot, eagerly service any man, even the homeless ones or violent looking ones. I can't have you saying no to any clients. Don't worry, I'm taking my anti-STD pills every day so I won't contract all the bugs you're collecting. Oh, and if you don't mind, I want you whoring on the corner by your old dance studio, hopefully some of the moms and other women you worked with might get to see your new occupation. Doesn't that sound nice?"
Holly was blushing beat red. "B-But....."
"None of that. You don't have 'no' in your vocabulary. Now off you go!" he said, smacking one of her breasts again.
"OK.... I won't disappoint you."
"Good, otherwise I might have to paddle all that saline out of your tits when you get home"
Holly yelped as he spanked her, sending her out wearing only her harness and nothing else, to go enjoy her new occupation as a whore with giant saline-filled breasts. Which she slowly started to feel was exactly who she was always meant to be.
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cutiehypnocow · 3 months
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reblog this post to give the person you reblogged it from bigger breasts
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makethemmilky · 1 month
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Can I Get a Reblog In My Hour of Need?
Friends, tumblrinos, fellow perverts, lend me your reblogs. After once again reaching 10,000 followers, whatever asshole who happened to be on duty that day at tumblr HQ once again deleted my blog.
I'm back once again, because I'm a stubborn bastard, but also because this is the community with whom I enjoy engaging the most. So, if you could give me a like, and share this post, I'll be able to get back in touch with many of you all.
And as a bonus to get your attention, here's a gorgeous preggo chick loving her transformation as much as we do:
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seenfull · 4 months
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localboobsenjoyer · 5 months
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As soon as she removed her clothes it was obvious how utterly defeated as a woman you were. Her breast stopped growing at an enormous size, wildly bigger than everything you've ever seen before, her waist was slim while her hips and thighs were as impressive as her bosom, completing the perfect hourglass she was.
You were as powerless as were your now ex boyfriend. How could you compete with a litteral goddess that walked among you mortals?
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besuggestion · 7 months
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After searching for a long time, your girlfriend finally brings you something that can make your chest bigger! You've always been a little insecure about your chest, and finding something that could grow it naturally felt like a miracle.
"Take one of these every day. Hehe. How about I feed it to you?"
It sounds like fun, so you accept. Every day, your girlfriend feeds you a pill.
For the first few days, you don't feel any difference. Your nipples seem a little puffier, but your boobs haven't changed.
The next few days after that, your chest starts feeling really...sensitive. Even your clothes brushing against your nipples makes you turned on, and once you even got hard in public. It doesn't take long at all before your A cup bras don't fit.
And then...almost as if some floodgates have been opened, on the second week your chest grows. Your girlfriend feeds your daily pill, and watches as your chest gets bigger, growing tight against your shift until she pulls it off, watching as your heavy tits bounce around from being released.
It feels so heavy, and hard to move, almost like your chest is filled to the brim. Your girlfriend gropes you, enjoying as you moan and whine with every squeeze.
"Maybe today, we can do two pills?"
Before you can answer, your girlfriend stuffs the pill in your mouth and forces it closed.
*gulp*
Instantly, your body feels like it's burning up. You start moaning as your chest swells, growing bigger, each tit pressing against the other one as the pressure builds, until you're barely hanging on to your sanity...
"Hehe. I knew you were ready."
"R - ready? What do you mean?"
In lieu of a reply, your girlfriend sits down and pulls you into her lap, reaching around and grabbing your tits with both hands, and squeezing - hard. Something seems to be coming out from your nipples...!
You moan, arching your back.
"I mean...those pills weren't just to make your chest bigger. I also wanted you to be...full of milk...so full of milk..."
You open your mouth to reply, but only a moan comes out as she freely plays with your chest, more and more milk dribbling down your tits, spilling all over your lap with such a mess.
"God, you're such a mess," she says with a giggle. One of her hands reaches down, tracing down your stomach, lower down, until she touches the top of your crotch.
"Your cock's making a cute little tent," she murmurs, giving a nibble at your ear. "Let me milk this, too~"
Slowly, agonizingly, she unzips your pants, slides her hand underneath your underwear, and lightly traces her fingers up and down your cock, teasing your tip.
You whimper, and her other hand grabs at your nipple, pinching hard. Milk sprays out, and you tilt your head back, moaning again.
She wraps her hand around your cock, and your breath stops. And then, she strokes it, as your breast milk spills all over, milking and stroking and milking and stroking until you can't take it, until your hips buck uselessly at nothing -
Until you finally cum into her hand.
"What's this? You're still hard? Oh nooo, it looks like I can't stop...!"
"W-wait-!" you manage to get out, but -
You whimper. She's not going easy on you - in fact, she's not stopping at all. Milk and cum spill around your thighs as she keeps jerking you, keeps milking you, even leaning in to bite your neck as she keeps milking you, milking milking milking -
"Nnnngg!" you moan as you cum again, but for whatever reason, you're still hard, and your girlfriend isn't letting up any time soon...you feel like she's splintering your mind into pieces, it feels so good - !
"I wonder how many times I'll have to do this?" she says, but her voice betrays her excitement, and her hands keep moving, as both your legs get covered in your milk and cum, more and more and more...
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cow-princess · 2 days
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They say that it's technically not rape if you enjoy it. But I think I'd like to see how far I can push that. Because I know you'd love to be bent over and rutted into like the breeding cow you are. So maybe the factor is time. Keeping you in a constant state of arousal. Fucking you roughly and stuffing you with buzzing toys to keep my cum inside you and to keep you wet so that, when I get hard again, I can just slip right in and breed you.
You won't need to think anymore. You won't need to do anything but be an empty set of holes for me to use like a fleshlight. I'll make sure your curves get bigger, especially your tits, so you can become the perfect fuckdoll for me and my friends to use.
Ooh that’d be so perfect, after a while I’d just be so brain dead addicted to cock that I wouldn’t even be able to think about resisting and would just take it like a dumb slut
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professormaniac · 30 days
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“Wow Doc, your serum works quick!”
“Of course, Darling! I’m a perfectionist! Potency is of utmost importance! Now how about another dose?”
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“Excellent!”
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beatrixstonehill2 · 2 months
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"Are they almost big enough?" Cheryl asked her boss, holding up her hefty, oversized breasts, oiled up for him.
"Hmmm, let me see." He poked and prodded them, squeezing her nipples, pulling on them until they dripped milk. "No, still too small."
"Ughhhh...... Mr. Hernandez, I don't know how much longer I can keep taking these pills you gave me. My boobs have ripped huge holes in all my tops and dresses...."
"I've noticed."
She blushed, holding them up eagerly for him. "I feel like they're really getting big now! Remember when I hit a EE-Cup and I thought I was big enough....?" She giggled nervously.
"Not going to lie, my dear, but you're still in a similar boat. I like my secretaries to have mammoth breasts. Ones so big you need to carry them to work in a wheelbarrow. I'm not joking, Missy."
"Oh.... I...... wow, that's so big! I have so much more work to do. I'm sorry to disappoint you. I had no idea you wanted my breasts that big! I was actually worried they would start getting too big for you.... after all, I mean, look at them...."
"They are looking quite large, Cheryl. But unless they're spilling over your lap to either side, so big if you sit on the floor you can put your laptop on them to work and your thermos. Ideally your breasts will get so big you won't need a desk, you can conduct your business from on top of them, even speak with clients as they come in. I trust you would not mind that, and yes, they would be bare."
"Oh! No trouble, Mr. Hernandez! Sir! My dresses and tops are already so ripped up from my breasts that they're spilling and falling out all day. Clients see them all the time. They even reach over my table and help me put them back in......"
"How thoughtful of them! Now, on your knees, let me give those fat tittites a nice fucking before the rush of clients we get at noon, I wouldn't want our loyal clientele seeing you if your breasts weren't covered in my cum, and they couldn't smell it on you like perfume, sweetheart."
"Oh, thank you so much! I won't disappoint you! I'll take double my normal dose, no, triple! My boobs will get so massive my old desk will look tiny! I don't really need to be able to walk anyway...."
"Good girl," he said, patting her head as she titfucked him, eager to not disappoint him, picturing her breasts weighing over 200lbs each, she salivated at the mere thought of how please he would be with her then.....
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milkyhoneybee · 7 months
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Need to be strapped into a milker with someone or something using my pussy, keeping me sloppy and horny while I moo
Being fed and injected with special drugs and hormones that make my tits bigger and milkier until they're massive udders that need support if I need to move away from the milker
My teats stretching further and further and thickening, still sensitive enough to make me cum easily
Once I'm finished and at optimum output, I get put up for auction, unsure who will take me and if I'll be someone's hucow sex slave, just another head of cattle on a farm, or put to work as a milk dispenser and/or cumdump
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