The new hucow formula is guaranteed to add at least 5 cup sizes to anyone who takes it, and multiplies lactation capabilities accordingly too! Potential downsides? Wellll.... mmmm... you moooight lose some cognitive function.
*wet spots start appearing on my top as my bra snaps*
Still thinking about all the stories where someone is at a cafe and asks for a "iced latte with breast milk"
I like to imagine just asking someone that and them going "uh sorry we don't serve that here" and suddenly feeling a weight in their chest as it starts to grow and fill, and it gets so large that it burst thru their shirt and starts dripping with milk. Now they got to fulfill the order, I mean, they have to milk their breasts anyways, might as well get some extra money out of it.
Plus charging extra for straight from the tap
And all this money enough to ignore their chest is getting heavier and milker even with all the new customers asking for requests
Being strapped to a table where researchers keep poking and measuring and teasing you until you get wet and flustered. They bring out a baster full of strange goo and shove it inside you, pushing every ounce of the cold thick fluid inside. It takes a little under an hour for your belly to start getting big, your stomach muscles keep tightening as if to fight against the expansion happening inside. Your observers watch apathetically and bring forth a cold metal tray to place between your legs. As your body continues to change, you wriggle and pull against the restraints but they hold you down and keep taking measurements, keep rubbing and stimulating your body. You lose sight of your toes as the mountain of your belly thrusts upwards, jagged with veins and growing transluscent with some unnatural color. You never even conciously push but you hear the splat of eggs hitting the tray, one after the other. They keep growing inside you and overflowing out onto the tray as gloved hands stroke you into orgasm again and again.
I've long been enamored with this idea: Of someone miserably pregnant, but whenever they grouse about it, their breeder is quick to remind them, they literally asked for this — in the throes of passion, they begged to have as many babies put in them as possible. They got exactly what they asked for, and there's no backing out now~
Bonus points if it was recorded, so it can be played back to their embarrassment~
Your substance abuse issues were a matter of public knowledge, but, to be fair, so were every other rock musicians’. So maybe things were a little worse now, after you blew off your 5th gig in a row to pass out in your dealers apartment, but you were still holding it together. You definitely did NOT need to go sober.
That being said, it was remarkably easy for an obsessive stalker to catch you completely alone and already unconscious. You didn’t even realize what was happening until she pulled you from the trunk of her car. You made some weak gesture towards escape and she tased you into a whimpering, twitching mess on the floor. She draped you in a hoodie and supported you in your half-stumble up the stairs to her apartment. You looked like any other couple coming home after a night out. No one could even see the taser pressed to the small of your back.
“I’m doing this to help you” she says, as she handcuffs your hands behind your back and chains you to the pipes under her bathroom sink. “You wrote music that changed my life. But you’ll never write like that again, not like this. You need to get clean.” She shoves a rag in your mouth and duct-tapes over it. “Sorry.” She grimaces apologetically. “I have neighbors.”
The first night is agonizing, your body begging for about 50 different chemicals at once. When she removes the tape from your mouth in the morning to feed you, taser to your throat the whole time, the first thing you do is beg her for something, anything to tide you over. She laughs and leaves you a sweating, sobbing mess.
When she comes again in the evening, your whole body is shaking. You felt so hot you kicked your pants off, leaving you in your boxers. She doesn’t seem surprised by the lack of penis, but you suppose a superfan would already know you were trans. You’re so desperate that you offer her sex, point blank. She seems contemplative, then walks out of the room. For a second you think she’s abandoned you completely, but she returns with a little bag of white powder: the coke you had on you when she kidnapped you. Almost clinically, she removes her skirt and strokes herself to full hardness (and wasn’t that not an unwelcome surprise?). Delicately, she shakes out a few bumps down the length of her cock and offers them to you. You snort it up greatfully, the scent of her cock mixing with the sharp tinge of cocaine on the inside of your nostrils.
She stares wordlessly down at you, expectant. You notice the taser in her other hand.
You take her in your mouth. Before you can even move, she grabs the hair on the back of your head and guides you along her cock. You moan despite yourself.
“You like that, huh?”
Your mouth is too full of her to answer. You feel her cock hit the back of your throat where the coke is starting to drip down, dragging the acrid taste across your tongue.
She takes her time. By the time she comes, it’s well past kicked in. You feel like every nerve is on fire.
“Oh, you really did like that, didn’t you?” She looks down at your soaked boxers.
Fuck. Coke always makes you horny. And maybe a little part of you is really, really enjoying this.
She kneels down to your level and runs her hand over your boxers, sliding your dick between two fingers through the fabric. You can’t help a desperate keen. Carefully, she slides your boxers off. Right when you think she’s finally going to touch you, she stuffs your own soaked boxers in your mouth and tapes back over them.
“Maybe next time,” she smirks, leaving you high and starving for her touch. You whimper and grind on the cold tile.
It becomes routine, after that. She waits until you’re desperate enough to offer anything, then gives you some drug to tide you over while she fucks you into oblivion. You never know what she’s going to give you. Sometimes it’s an opioid, to keep you pliant and suggestible. She gives you one before moving you to the bed, where she keeps you tied up, spread eagle, during the day. Sometimes she forces a joint into your mouth while she thrusts into you, holding your nose until you sputter smoke. Uppers used to be your favorite class of drug, but you dread them now. When she rubs speed or coke on your gums, letting you lick her fingers clean, you know she always mixes in a little gas station aphrodisiac as well, just to make it a little more unbearable. She loves to watch you squirm and beg for her touch before sticking a vibrator in both of your holes, turning them on low, and leaving for the day.
Eventually, she just keeps you drugged up all the time.
“I can’t believe I wanted you to get clean. You’re so much better like this. My celebrity crush. My perfect toy.” She strokes your cheek and it echoes a shudder down your whole body. Some mixture of ketamine and cannabis is running through your system now, leaving you sensitive and dumb. She sounds like she’s speaking through water. “I listen to your songs when I’m at work and wonder what your other fans would think if they knew the man who wrote them is drugged out of his mind in my bedroom, just waiting to beg for my cock.”
She curls a finger into your mouth and you suck on it gratefully. “But I guess we always knew you were a junkie whore, so this shouldn’t come as a surprise.” She shoves her fingers down your throat until you gag. “And your songs were always so sad. You’re so much happier like this, aren’t you?”
You nod enthusiastically. Anything to get her to keep touching you like that.
“This is what you wanted, right? With all the drugs? Just to be high and happy, with no responsibilities? In a way, you chose this.”
You nuzzle into the hand on your cheek, playing with her fingers with your tongue. She pinches it and you moan.
“You don’t even know what I’m saying, do you?” she says.
You stare back, eyes glassy and half lidded.
“It’s okay. I’ll take care of you. I’m your biggest fan.”
Forced lactation?? Forced lactation tonight? How's forced lactation tonight sound? No choice but to swell up and ache until someone relieves your udders? Drippy milky tits/chest?? Humiliated by your own body filling with milk? Forced lactation tonight? ????
lactation as bondage, or better, body horror. knowing that once your tits are full, they'll never be empty again. sure, if you can survive the ache, the engorgement, the pain, your milk might dry up after a few weeks. but no matter what, you'll have been permanently changed. you'll never forget that throbbing ache of being full, or the blissful release of being milk. you'll always have that humiliating memory of leaking in front of your friends. and worse, you'll know that it would be so, so easy for it to start again. one slip up, one too many minutes spent playing with your nipples, and you'll be back to dripping milk at the slightest suggestion. because once your tits have made milk, they will Always be able to make milk again. you will have been fundamentally changed into someone with the threat of your udders swelling with milk one day, no matter what you do.
The idea of having a friends with benefits type relationship with the monster in your closet or the monster under your bed is so hot to me.
Waking up in the middle of the night to feel the tentacles of the thing under your bed creeping up your leg and pushing at your holes, falling back to sleep with a satisfied smile as you feel it slip inside of you.
Getting ready for bed and hearing the closet door creak and knowing that in moments you will be bent over the bed and filled with its cock, fucked senseless and left dripping with its cum as you pull the covers over you.
Getting up in the morning and casually suckling on a tentacle as you get dressed, feeling it writhe and throb and twitch inside your mouth and knowing you’re making the monster happy.
Being cock drunk is REAL and it CAN happen and I REALLY REALLY THOUGHT it was just a cute little idea like lol what if taking dick could make you totally stupid and forget everything you know OTHER than dick. But no it's very very real and makes you say very very depraved shit
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