꧁eternal✧entity꧂

18+ knk no dms no minors

[3nt3rn4l-3ntity]

[growth-opportunities]

The vampirism was manageable, but less so those times their friend's milk really started coming in and that brought in their own cravings.

Elizaveta learned two important lessons the day she first tasted her best friend Becky's milk.

The first was that vampires don't actually need blood to survive. Despite being well on her way to three centuries old, she only then realized that it was the life force she needed and she was stunned to find that her friend's milk was able to meet her craving for life force. The last few decades, she had grown weary of having to find and drink blood, in at least small part because of the fact that hunting for prey was getting harder and harder to hide. To know that her friend's milk could meet that need without the need to hunt the old fashioned way was revelatory for Liz.

The other thing she learned, however, was the true depth of her hunger. Blood was an incredibly efficient way to absorb life force, though often at the cost of her victims. Milk, though containing life force—all bodily fluids contain some amount—didn't contain nearly as much, per volume, as blood did. A traditional feeding could meet her need for a few days, sometimes as much as a week. Liz could still taste the sweet milk on her tongue by the time the cravings started again.

The vampire tried to be patient. She tried to be gracious. The need to feed, however, could not be calmed. Minutes felt like hours as she tried to gauge how much time would need to pass before she could ask Becky for more milk. The hunger was grating on her, making her agitated, making her violent. She never took it out on Becky, but she came awfully close a few times. Despite the emotion behind it, screaming "Then fucking make it faster!" did little to accelerate Becky's milk. The end of Liz's tether was getting awfully close and, if she didn't do something about it, she knew that she would do something she'd regret, something that might push her cow friend away forever.

Secretly dosing Becky with lactation drugs didn't feel good, but the results were magnificent. Almost immediately, Becky's production doubled and Liz was right there to help her with the milkings. As her production continued to climb, Becky suspected—she knew that Liz had done something to her, but she couldn't prove it. And, even if she could, what would that get her? Her tits were still massive and growing and making more and more milk with each passing day. Without Liz to help her drain it and to drink it all, what would she do? Besides, it wasn't all bad. She liked feeling useful. She liked being able to provide for her friend. There was something about the way Liz looked at her that was... enthralling. She couldn't look away. She couldn't resist. It had frightened her before, but now, when Liz asked her to make more milk, she simply agreed. And she knew that she would.

[europeanmanclassic]

[sunbeamsoftness]

[sunbeamsoftness]

[milk-niple]

[massivebagingos]

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[massivebagingos]

so far I'm fully convinced that the original post for this doesn't exist anymore, so a link to the owner of this OC instead.

[growth-opportunities]

My wife is a hucow and has been avoiding being milked. She's afraid of being seen with "floppy, saggy boobs" so she keep herself backed up with milk. Her boobs are massive but painfully engorged. I see her wince when she thinks she's alone. How can I help her?

I don't want to alarm you, but you need to get your wife hooked up to a set of milk pumps right away. You may have to be sneaky about it. You may have to force her. Regardless of how you do it, your wife needs to be milked as soon as possible.

There are two possibilities. The first is that, by not milking herself, she'll tell her body to stop making as much milk in general and, over time, the supply she has will naturally drain and stop. Disappointing, but not the end of the world, though she'll wind up with the "floppy, saggy boobs" that she fears so much anyway.

The other possibility is a lot more dramatic.

Her body might perceive the intentional non-milking as some sort of blockage and, in attempt to clear the blockage, will ramp up production of milk to force it out. Her body doesn't know that she's purposely refusing to drain her udders, only that no milk is coming out. The longer she goes without milking, the worse it'll get. Her tits will continue to swell and engorge, sloshing with more and more milk. Her production will increase exponentially, her milk glands working overtime to push as much milk out of her as possible. Her tits will become swollen and painful and huge and tight. They'll start to leak from the pressure alone, soaking into her bras and her clothes as they get tighter around her sensitive udders, until they finally erupt in milk. Fountains, torrents of milk will gush from her teats, more than any standard milker would be able to handle. And that's her new baseline, making that much every day, her whole life now dedicated to the sole task of pumping as much milk from her tits as possible.

Either way, this abstention from milking isn't going to end how she thinks it will. It's up to you to help her. Good luck!

[tiddyaddicted]

This is not an original idea, but I wanna talk about it.

I want your tits to bloat and swell for the same reasons your stomach does.

You eat a greasy, fatty, unhealthy meal?

You let out ragged and blimped out burps, feeling the pressure and digestion pushing them against each other and your Bra. You’re immensely stuffed, unable to take the pressure of your gluttony swollen porn tits against your clothes.

[plumpedxprincess]

After endlessly begging to be knocked up I finally agree but on one condition, you need to be prepared for it ahead of time. Finally excited you got your wish you agreed without thought, the next day I start you on new hormones and diet. You're sat at the table while I encourage you to keep eating while I stuff food into you. Over the next week your thighs have gotten thick, hips and ass widened and grown. Your belly now sticks out under all your shirt, partially due to your rapidly growing tits.

Your hormones constantly raging as you beg to be fucked, your pussy constantly wet and twitching. You're almost ready don't worry it will be soon, trust me you'll be glad we did all this. Then the day comes, bending you over I don't even need to remove your leggings as they rip apart from your ass and hips. A trail of slick running down into the remnants of the leggings, you nearly came from the tip alone. But as it continued to reach deeper and deeper you lost more and more control.

Mind numb and the only sounds of moans and wet smacking as our bodies slap together. You feel my cock ramming against your empty, hungry womb. With a final push you feel thick, hot cum shoot into you. Panting in satisfaction you stay there savoring the feeling of being filled. Feeling my hands run across your soft skin, occasionally jiggling your ass.

Then pressure, deep down pressure in your lower belly. Soon to be replaced by the gardening of my cock in you again. Ready for round two? Before you can say anything the abrupt ducking resumes while you're still overstimulated. The pressure continues to rise, feeling your belly you feel a deep firmness that seems to be growing. Your tits warm and tingling as they clearly start growing again, only this time you can feel milk coming in.

Something's wrong, as your belly transitions from soft to firm. Nothing's wrong this is what you wanted, still fucking you you feel the weight you put on start to shed as your belly now fully firm begins to grow. Grasping at it with a free hand you feel life squirming inside you, watching as your belly comes into view part you're swollen tits. Veins popping up on them visible as you continue to swell with milk. You now pass for full term with twins easily, the weight being to take its toll on you.

Laying you on your back you think finally a break, but then immediately filled by cock again. What did you do to me?! I gave you what you wanted, you wanted to get knocked up and to be massively pregnant. Remember when I asked how many you wanted and you said you just wanted to feel full and pregnant. Well here you go, those hormones caused you to release multiple eggs and an extremely high chance of multiples. As well as putting on weight and rapid growth, as to why I keep fucking you. The additional hormones you release during sex help speed things up even more.

Your head falls back as you now approach full term with quadruplets, but no sign of slowing down. I will admit I'm surprised you've lasted this long, but me I think I'm about done. Holding onto your belly I cum one last time before pulling out, here this should help with the weight you lost and the stretching. Placing an IV in your arm and a feeling of relief washes over you as your skin relaxed, then you watch as the weight you lost from the rapid growth starts to return.

Yeah that's more like it, now you stay here, not like you have a choice. I'll be back to check on you in an hour or so, you should be done growing by then, maybe. Should be...you look at your belly protruding out in front of you dancing with kicks as it continues to grow. You're well beyond any comparable size now and you're still growing. Only now you could feel your thighs, hips and ass thickening as the weight returns.

i lay back against the headboard with heavy breaths watching as my body continues to balloon up. i wonder how much of the IV is contributing to the growth but i also don't want to remove it incase its providing necessary nutrients to keep me from growing too big unaided.

my boobs sag against my neck and face, no longer having my belly to support them as my belly continues expanding higher and higher, bigger and bigger.

i feel the pillow of my ass cheeks continue to grow as well, trying to shuffle around in the bed to find a comfy position, but the bulk of myself keeps me weighed down without much movement being possible.

when you finally return an hour later, i'm even bigger than either of us could've possibly imagined. i feel completely overtaken by the jostling babies that reside in my gargantuan womb.

"feeling okay?" you ask innocently, checking the IV drip and rubbing a hand across my explosive midsection. you run your finger across my belly button. i felt it pop a while ago but it's fully stretch out now, sensitive as the babies writhe inside me.

"this isn't what i had in mind," i say, huffing as i try to calm my offspring.

"yeah? you said you wanted to get as big as possible as soon as possible. i thought this is what you wanted."

"i didn't realize it would be this fast," i say, trying to squirm into a more comfortable position.

"no worries, the fast part is over. you'll stay like this for a while," you say. you give my breasts an experimental squeeze and i moan at how sensitive they are.

"how long?"

"not sure, the scientist who gave me the drugs is still going through trials. paid a special price to get this early for you. i know how eager you were to be big and full of babies."

"this is madness," i whine.

"but you like it," you smile.

i couldn't help the gush of wetness than flooded my pussy as you said it. because it's the truth. i'll be stuck like this for a while and i'll enjoy every moment of it.

[bustybounty]

A hyper couple excitedly awaiting the arrival of their first however many children (Wanted a surprise? Too many to count?). Her due date comes around and... not a thing, not even a contraction. Days pass, weeks, months even and she's only getting bigger and bigger, despite all the attempts to kickstart labor. Eventually giving up, and dealing with however long it'll take for them to come out... if ever

They seemed like they were both really happy for the pregnancy itself, though of course delivery was going to be exciting, and pretty interesting too. She wondered how she was going to handle delivering so many, since she was so massively pregnant that the doctors couldn't be certain about the number of babies in her. They also wondered what life would be like after this pregnancy, and they both felt a little sad that it was going to end.

Though as it turned out, the wife wasn't even having a single contraction, or feeling like she was due...she felt relatively full, but her skin still had so much room to stretch, as did her womb. As time passed, her pregnant belly kept on growing, and her milky breasts ballooned out of control as well, as if her body was still trying to reach full term, long past the 9 month mark.

They were enjoying this surprising turn of events after finally accepting this might take a lot longer than expected. So the hyper couple enjoyed her swelling, beautiful, motherly body, making house rearrangements as that hyperpreggo gut was starting to become too large for most rooms, and at this rate, would outgrow the house itself!

Were the babies multiplying inside her? What kind of strange pregnancy had she been cursed or perhaps blessed with? They didn't know, but they still cherished every moment, knowing that even if they didn't get her to give birth, at least they could keep loving her ever growing body.

[es-draws]

Safe

[gluttsmut]

PLEASE

[fullofpie-deactivated20201130]

recently i just looove the idea of somebody getting spoiled by their s/o and they just laze around plump up from all the attention they're given

to be pampered with gentle forehead kisses and fed rich desserts until moving comfortably isn't an option anymore, your s/o rubbing deep circles into your belly to make space for more. cooking you large breakfasts in bed and taking you out to lunch and encouraging extra helpings at dinner, making sure your growing belly is filled with snacks between meals, hand feeding you rich heavy desserts when you're too full and sleepy to eat anymore.

thinking your tummy is only rounded out from being kept so full all the time but you gradually become softer around the edges, your thighs a little chunkier, your stomach starting to soften and fill out until all your tshirts are a little too tight against the soft curve of your chub and your jeans barely hold together when you sit down

indulging in belly rubs at all times - after being fed large meals, when you're sleepy, when we're cuddling, when we're kissing - your s/o kneading and massaging and rubbing your plump belly, fingers sinking into the new plushness, hands squeezing your softened hips.

[bamboomuscles]

[growth-crazy-girl]

“I- I can’t stop coming! 😫😱”

The toy had clearly said “For external use only”, but it felt so good and the vibrations were so strong! 🥵 I knew my boobs would grow bigger after every orgasm, but I couldn’t help but try sliding the small cylinder up inside just a little and….

“Oh shit it went all the way in…. Shit!”

Every attempt to free it with my fingers just made my internal muscles clench and spasm, causing my breasts to swell more and the toy to slide even further in!!

By the time my whole hand was up inside myself, I’d had half a dozen orgasms and still was no closer to relief 😫

“Fuck I’m already so big… I just hope the batteries run out before I’m too big to walk 🥵”

*SWELLLLLL*

[strange-private-fantasies]

Idea that I’ve only ever seen a few times in the past: Tentacles breeding inside someone, only leaving their body to enter someone else’s

Imagine you get caught and restrained by someone in a secluded place. They look heavily pregnant and overdue, out of breath, and you’re not sure what they want from you. The person groans, holding their belly which starts to warp and gurgle from the movements of something inhuman inside. They lean back and spread their legs, just in time for a thick, slimy tentacle to push out of their hole. You barely get time to react before the tentacle shoves itself into your hole. Moving deeper, and deeper, and deeper. No signs of stopping even as it bulges your belly. The person who caught you is moaning and panting as the tentacle drags its way out of them, you do the same as it forces itself in. You might beg and plead the person to stop it, but they won’t listen to you. Your belly is stretched wider, the tentacle squirming within as it takes up more and more space. Finally the end of the tentacle exits them with a wet pop, leaving them sighing in relief as their belly is much smaller than it was before. While they hobble away leaving you to your fate, you still have longer to go. The remainder of the tentacle thrashes and wiggles, pulling itself inside of you. Once everything is fully packed inside, it finally calms down. You’re free to return to normal life, if only with a bigger belly

But you gradually keep growing as the days and weeks pass by. It doesn’t take long to realize there’s more tentacles than there were before. And they don’t seem to stop growing. Your stomach expands, reaching the size of the person when you first saw them, and getting even bigger. You realize now why that person did what they did. But as strained as you feel, you can’t just do this to someone else. So you try to bear it, keeping the tentacles inside yourself, no matter how big they grow.

But then you see through a window that there’s someone alone in their house. It would be irresponsible. But you’re just so full, it’s like you’re gonna burst if you move wrong. You just need one less tentacle inside you. Just one, right?

[growth-opportunities]

i just wanna be lying back, playing with my tits, when all of a sudden they get so big i cant sit up. oh well, guess all i can really do is keep playing with them!

If you thought keeping your hands off your tits was difficult before, just wait until they start growing! Kneading them, groping them, letting your fingers sink into every new inch of soft flesh. The weight on your chest gets heavier and heavier, but you can't stop. You can feel them pushing outward against your hands, your fingers spreading apart as more and more tit billows out underneath them. The bigger they get, the more sensitive they become, too. Just pinching your nipple between the sides of your fingers sends a jolt of pleasure through your entire body, forcing your hips to buck against the air. God, growing feels so fucking good! Under their own weight, they start to spread out. Your torso begins to disappear behind them. Every movement you make sends ripples through them, wobbling and clapping together. The line of your cleavage becomes a canyon, warm and dark and deep. When you gather enough self control to look down instead of letting your eyes roll into the back of your head, you gasp. Nestled between your arms, your tits rise like mountains above you, each one at least twice as big as your head, if not more! You can't even see your own nipple where it crests at the top of your breast, your easily outsizing your own palm. Fuck, this is getting out of hand. You have to take stock of the situation. You have to...

You have to...

Uh oh.

As you try to sit up, all you manage is lifting your shoulders a few inches before you come crashing down, the impact making your breasts wobble on top of you. You try again, marshaling your strength, but the increased weight of your growing tits cancels out whatever extra effort you put in. For a moment, you panic. You can't get out from under your own tits. You're trapped. They won't stop growing. They won't stop growing. They won't-

Your arms slide underneath the mountains of tit rising above your chest and push them towards you. They slosh upwards and, in a moment, your face is buried under their softness. The moan that rips out of you is inhuman and almost entirely muffled by the sheer mass covering your face. Your hands frantically try to touch every inch of your gigantic breasts, but all effort is in vain. They're growing too fast to keep up with, getting bigger, getting rounder, getting heavier. Beneath all that tit, a lustful smile settles on your lips. If you can't stop it, you might as well enjoy it~