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This is embarrassing, but... I'm a dude and I signed up for this medical trial a month back, and they injected me with some bovine hormone. I don't know what it was meant to do, but I'm blowing up. My ass is huge, my hair is getting softer and longer, my lips are plumping up... I've already got sizable tits, and they just keep jiggling--I swear I'm starting to lactate. None of my button-ups fit, even after I buy bigger sizes, and I just keep thinking about how big I'll be in another month, or another three months, or even a year... it feels like it's never gonna stop. I'm afraid I might even start liking it, too...

Listen to me. This is very important. If you are "afraid" that you might start liking it, then you are definitely going to start liking it. That "fear", such as it is, is just you recognizing the inevitable. This may seem, at first blush, like bad news, but that couldn't be further from the truth. The sooner you stop fighting against what you know, deep down, to be inevitable, the sooner you can embrace it!

There's nothing that says you have to stop being a dude. You can be whatever you want to be, whatever feels right. If you want to be a dude with massive, milky knockers, an ass that enters a room minutes after the rest of you, and lips that could suck the chrome off of a trailer hitch, then that's fine! However, if you try to fight against something you enjoy, something that feels good, then you're just wasting time. You can already feel yourself enjoying it. That's why you're afraid, because you're already loving it. The sensations of your body bouncing and jiggling, the attention it brings you, the sensitivity and the way it feels when you rub your hands over your sensual, growing curves. Who knows when you're going to stop growing? It could be tomorrow. It could be a month from now. It could be a year from now, when your tits are too big to reach your swollen, gushing nipples and your ass takes up an entire couch! You could spend all that time trying to pretend that you don't enjoy watching your shirts get tighter, that you hate the mind-melting pleasure of sucking the milk out of your own udders, that you resent all the people looking at you with lust and envy, but that's so much effort.

What's the worst that could happen if you embrace it? Hm? You start dressing to accentuate your curves? You start showing off your body to anyone and everyone just to see the looks on their faces? You spend a little extra time every day standing in front of the mirror, groping yourself and salivating over your own body? Untold amounts of pleasure wash over you as you fully let yourself enjoy getting your colossal, milky udders pumped and drained? You have your pick of people who would give anything to just see your body, let alone touch it or play with it? And you're going to deny yourself all that because you're hung up on whether or not a dude should have a body like that.

Let yourself enjoy it. Let yourself be happy. Let yourself have the curvy, goddess-like figure you know you want. And savor every inch as you swell and expand.

transstuffandmore

Reblog if your blog is safe for trans followers.

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daddydomformyprincess

Trans men are men. Someone else’s gender has nothing to do with your life. Respect and support them like you would any other group of people trying to have life, liberty, and happiness.

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Great addendum! I need a more inclusive post.

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growth-crazy-girl

"YES YES YES JUST LIKE THAT 😍"

"Geez this bitch is a freak, but it's honestly really turning me on 🥵❤️‍🔥😏"

*FWHACK FWHACK FWHACK FWHACK*

Thought Bubble 5-7 by SlimyThief (aka Sidneymt)

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I love the Thought Bubble comic series, I highly recommend it for expansion and the story 😍

I was especially inspired by the fact that the women continue growing the hornier they get, and only stop when they eventually cum, otherwise they’ll just keep growing 😏😛

growth-opportunities

For pride month you should make me (tgirl) swell up huge!!! But- *you* have full control over it, make me chubby and fat! Make me big and muscular! Make me tits huge or tiny, ass massive and wobbly or tiny. All the decisions are up to you~

You're very sweet and very trusting to give such an awesome responsibility to li'l ol' me!

But, as if it weren't obvious, I'm a bit greedy. I'm also a hair indecisive. And, well, if I've got all month to swell you up huge, why settle for just one option!

I think to start I'm going to swell up your tits. It's simple and classic, right? Can't go wrong with tits getting bigger and rounder and softer, stretching out your shirts and bouncing with every step. This time, however, I'm not simply making something from nothing. No, all that extra mass had to come from somewhere and I'm taking it from your height. As your breasts get bigger, the rest of you gets smaller. Your whole body shrinks down, inch by inch, as your breasts balloon in front of you. I believe in embracing excess and so, by the time your body stops changing, you're just a tiny little thing, three and a half feet tall, with absolutely gigantic tits. Not only are they objectively huge, but from your diminished perspective, they're even bigger! They dwarf your head, easily, and overflow your hands as you grope yourself. Being so tiny makes it so much easier for others to grope you, too.

Leaving you like that for the whole month is boring, though! You might get used to it and not changing you further would be letting this amazing gift I've been given go to waste! So, after you've spent some time as a shortstack, I think the opposite is in order. Let me be very clear. Your tits will not be shrinking. Not if I have anything to say about it. As I grow you back to your normal height, your tits just keep growing, staying in proportion. Your hips widen, too, evening you out with an absurd but perfectly balanced hourglass. You don't just stop at your old height, though. You keep going. You stretch taller and taller, wider and softer, expanding in every direction. Your growth doesn't stop until you have to bow your head slightly to keep it from hitting the ceiling. After that, though, your breasts still seem to be changing. They're not growing, per se, but swelling and engorging until milk finally sprays from your humongous nipples! Congratulations! You're a ten-foot-tall, massively curvy cow!

After a week of spending half the day playing with and squeezing the milk out of your huge udders, I think it's time to round out the month. Gradually, I bring you back down to your normal height, leaving you with some added bust and some padding on your hips and thighs. The rest of the growth, however, comes from you. All I do is make a little change: calories cling to you like crazy. As you munch and graze and snack, your body plumps and fattens. Your curves turn from perky to doughy. Fat dimples your ass and your thighs and your breasts get full and heavy and start to sag. They drape over your bloated tummy, the fat gut that now rests on your thick thighs. And the bigger you grow, the lazier you get. Pretty soon, you're taking up most of your couch as your bloated, chubby hands shovel bite after bite into your mouth. Your jaw has almost completely melted away, your cheeks blending seamlessly into your double chin. Getting off of the couch is a Herculean task, one that leaves you gasping and sweating, but it's a necessary one so you can waddle your way to the fridge, feeling your feminine softness jiggle with every step. It's hard to reach around your belly to play with yourself, but groping your big, fat tits with your thick, sausage fingers feels pretty damn good anyway. And so does fingering your bellybutton

As pride month comes to a close, the weight starts to shed and your body returns to some semblance of normal. I'm not sure if my changes will stay once the month is over, so I decide to leave you with something a bit more wholesome. Large breasts, wide hips, a juicy ass, and a little bit of softness on your tummy, the kind of shape that radiates fertility and femininity. Happy pride, cutie!

growth-opportunities

What happens when a side effect for a pill makes a boy slowly grow tits... Which makes him realize that he might not be as much of a "he" as he originally thought?

-🚂

Same thing that happens any time someone embraces their identity and starts living their truth:

AN ANGEL GETS THEIR FUCKING WINGS!

After that, of course, is when the real fun begins.

The pills already did a good job of softening her chest. They puffed out and budded until they got heavy and full enough to properly hang, truly looking like breasts. Adding HRT to the mix only made the growth accelerate. Pretty soon, she was outsizing her friends, growing well past sizes that had taken them years to reach! It was a little embarrassing to have to get fitted for a bra for the first time, but it was affirming in a way she didn't know she needed and having her friends there to support her really helped.

The attendant's jaw dropped open when she saw her newly enormous breasts. Their size was difficult to believe to begin with but even more unreasonable was the idea that she had never been fitted for a bra. Thankfully, her friends were quick to jump in and justify it for the attendant, who seemed skeptical but at least stopped asking questions. The process was new and flustering. Getting her new breasts lifted and moved, feeling the cool tape measure sliding over her new, sensitive tits, made her knees weak and her heart pound. She had never felt anything like it. Thankfully for her, the shop had exactly one bra that was close to her size, but the attendant warned her that it might be a little snug. Both of them knew that it probably wouldn't last long. She walked out of the store wearing the bra, her friends showering her in compliments of how good she looked wearing it, confident in her figure and excited for what future growth might bring.

Of course, she might have to be careful. If she gets too big, her friends might start getting inquisitive. It's not fair, after all, that she gets to be so big so quickly. A girls' night where the wine is flowing resulted in a fashion show of sorts, the new bra shown off for everyone who didn't get to see it in the store. A chorus of gasps filled the air when they noticed not only how big it was but how much she was spilling out of it. They all looked to her expectantly and she blushed deep enough that her cheeks ache. An unspoken question hung in the air. Slowly, sheepishly, she nodded. The dam broke and a torrent of hands rushed forward. She was completely helpless as her friends groped and squeezed and kneaded her swollen, growing tits, the massive breasts that helped her discover her own identity. Her hips writhed and breathy moans mixed with the tipsy awe of her friends. They were careful not to stretch the bra too far as they pulled out her tits and latched on, fighting over space on her nipple, lips and tongues and hot breath making her dizzy. She could have probably gotten them to stop if she had wanted to, but why would she? She felt more like herself than she ever had before and the pleasure is indescribable. The bulge in her sweatpants throbbed and a damp spot started to seep through and darken the fabric. She'd never been happier.

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(#アイドルマスターすごく大きくなって真ちゃん - くまこのイラスト - pixivから)

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thegrowinggirl888

may growth spurt!

hey all!! sorry that im late to posting this, I have been SUPER busy as of late. or busty, ha. anyways, may was a BIG month for me for some reason, but im not complaining. i broke a chair, two bras, a pair of pants, and almost ripped open a pair of shoes. oh, and I snapped two pairs of panties. sad about those, but im just getting too big~

my new measurements are 6'7.5-52II-36"-66". i basically almost grew a quarter inch in height, and because i've been practicing some NBE for fun, my boobs not only got a good bit heavier, but also BIGGER. my waist stayed the same, as well as my weight. i've been eating less and doing more, which is the reason for that. my ass/hips grew a lot though. almost a full two inches! i guess what I was eating went to the right places in that regard.

anyways, as for a general update, i am super busy all of the time basically, which is why I haven't been posting a whole lot, and why i was even late on posting this. i am very sorry about that, but I hope to stay around the same amount of activity or increase slightly, depending on how busy I am. anyways, thats all! i hope june is a big growth spurt as well. and also, HAPPY PRIDE!

seieifsetsuna

growth-opportunities

Okay sooooooooo. I had been reading this blog. As a trans gurl I keep dressing up in gym costumes. Pants and sports bra for win. But then seeing other girls with badonkers I start feeling soooo jealous... I start crawling the walls and exercise harder just not to think about the cushions. I want their problems. So much.

It's good that you're channelling your envy into working out more! You're going to need all the strength you can get to keep yourself upright, after all.

Just picture it. You're at the gym, as usual. You're looking good in your outfit, rocking a sports bra and a pair of leggings. The rowing machine seems like a good place to start, so you settle into the bench, squirming your hips a little to get into a good position. And then, as you reach out for the grip, you see... her. You don't know her name, but you recognize her easily. It's not the neon pink of her tight, athletic leggings that stand out most, nor is it the way her skin seems to shine even before starting her workout. It's not even the camera she has already set up to take her thirst traps. The most obvious thing—or, rather, things—about her are her huge, bra-stretching tits. They're colossal, like nothing you've ever seen, even late at night on your computer.

So, you do what you always do and throw yourself into your exercise. You turn straight ahead and try to imagine blinders on yourself, blocking out anything that might distract you. It works for a few moments as you get into the repetitive rowing motion, but it doesn't last for long. Tits that big are just so hard to ignore. You push yourself a little harder. You're still thinking about her huge tits and imagining how she'd squeeze them for her followers. Adrenaline surges through you, but you grit your teeth. Your heart is pounding in your chest and your arms are already tingling. The machine groans under the strain of your work out, pulling on the bar as hard as you can. Deep breaths make your chest heave and sweat trickles down your face, beads rolling over your skin. You're pulling and pulling and pulling, as hard and as fast as you can, seemingly under the impression that, if you pass out, then you won't be able to think of anything at all, including that tight gym bunny and her envy-inducing tits. Just when you feel like your body is about to give out and your heart is about to leap from your chest, something... squishes.

As you pull the bar to your chest, something blocks your way. You try again, only to be met with the same softness. Slowly, you turn your gaze downward and your eyes go wide. Your breasts are growing. They're already huge, much bigger than when you sat down. Gasping only makes the problem worse as it forces them to bulge out around your sports bra even more. Even after you let go of the bar, letting it retract into the machine, your breasts still grow. They push outward against your sports bra, stretching it, straining it, finding any open space they can to bulge out of it. The creaking of the seams is the only warning you get. As quickly as you can, you leap up from the machine and race towards the locker room, staggering as you go.

Before you know it, you're in the shower, barely able to breathe, the sports bra too tight over your growing tits. You brace yourself and, a moment later, the elastic pops and the sound of ripping fabric echoes off the tiled walls. Your breasts, enormous and heavy, flop free. They absolutely dominate your torso and, as you try to lift one of them, their sensitivity nearly knocks your knees out from under you. Between the high from exercising and the pleasure coursing through you, your mind is a little hazy and you let out a giggle, biting your lip as you grope yourself. In a way, it did work. After all that exercise, you finally found a way to ignore that girl. Now the next question is: will she be able to ignore you?

gensin98

Eirin shows you what to do when you overwork your rabbit!

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growth-opportunities

Okay sooooooooo. I had been reading this blog. As a trans gurl I keep dressing up in gym costumes. Pants and sports bra for win. But then seeing other girls with badonkers I start feeling soooo jealous... I start crawling the walls and exercise harder just not to think about the cushions. I want their problems. So much.

It's good that you're channelling your envy into working out more! You're going to need all the strength you can get to keep yourself upright, after all.

Just picture it. You're at the gym, as usual. You're looking good in your outfit, rocking a sports bra and a pair of leggings. The rowing machine seems like a good place to start, so you settle into the bench, squirming your hips a little to get into a good position. And then, as you reach out for the grip, you see... her. You don't know her name, but you recognize her easily. It's not the neon pink of her tight, athletic leggings that stand out most, nor is it the way her skin seems to shine even before starting her workout. It's not even the camera she has already set up to take her thirst traps. The most obvious thing—or, rather, things—about her are her huge, bra-stretching tits. They're colossal, like nothing you've ever seen, even late at night on your computer.

So, you do what you always do and throw yourself into your exercise. You turn straight ahead and try to imagine blinders on yourself, blocking out anything that might distract you. It works for a few moments as you get into the repetitive rowing motion, but it doesn't last for long. Tits that big are just so hard to ignore. You push yourself a little harder. You're still thinking about her huge tits and imagining how she'd squeeze them for her followers. Adrenaline surges through you, but you grit your teeth. Your heart is pounding in your chest and your arms are already tingling. The machine groans under the strain of your work out, pulling on the bar as hard as you can. Deep breaths make your chest heave and sweat trickles down your face, beads rolling over your skin. You're pulling and pulling and pulling, as hard and as fast as you can, seemingly under the impression that, if you pass out, then you won't be able to think of anything at all, including that tight gym bunny and her envy-inducing tits. Just when you feel like your body is about to give out and your heart is about to leap from your chest, something... squishes.

As you pull the bar to your chest, something blocks your way. You try again, only to be met with the same softness. Slowly, you turn your gaze downward and your eyes go wide. Your breasts are growing. They're already huge, much bigger than when you sat down. Gasping only makes the problem worse as it forces them to bulge out around your sports bra even more. Even after you let go of the bar, letting it retract into the machine, your breasts still grow. They push outward against your sports bra, stretching it, straining it, finding any open space they can to bulge out of it. The creaking of the seams is the only warning you get. As quickly as you can, you leap up from the machine and race towards the locker room, staggering as you go.

Before you know it, you're in the shower, barely able to breathe, the sports bra too tight over your growing tits. You brace yourself and, a moment later, the elastic pops and the sound of ripping fabric echoes off the tiled walls. Your breasts, enormous and heavy, flop free. They absolutely dominate your torso and, as you try to lift one of them, their sensitivity nearly knocks your knees out from under you. Between the high from exercising and the pleasure coursing through you, your mind is a little hazy and you let out a giggle, biting your lip as you grope yourself. In a way, it did work. After all that exercise, you finally found a way to ignore that girl. Now the next question is: will she be able to ignore you?

growth-opportunities

"Fuck me, I thought all this would stop by now! I'm not upset about being this big, but I'm running out of clothes! This enormous, juicy ass is a menace to all of my pants, swallowing up my underwear and threatening to break the seam of anything I try to stuff it into! Thank God, my tits have been growing to balance me out, but I'm running out of stuff to cover them! Every shirt I own has either become so low cut that I'm bursting out of it or so tight that you can practically see through it! Even the clothes that I specifically got for my new size are getting too small! I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm already bigger than anything I could find in a store and, while I might be able to order something, it might take weeks for me to get it here! By the time it gets to me, I'll probably have outgrown it and that doesn't even answer what the hell I'm supposed to do until then! Just stay at home and feel myself expand? Walk around my apartment, jiggling and sloshing and growing, feeling my expanding curves with every step? Lay in bed and, mmf, let my hands roam over all of my body, exploring every new, soft, jiggling inch...

"Actually, that doesn't sound so bad~"

the-titfucker

I am a lesbian and my attraction is primarily towards women, but I have lain with people of many genders, and they've all had two things in common

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*

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