Growth Opportunities

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to me, the blorbo to make absolutely overflowing with milk and a towering horny mess would be rwby's pyrrha nikos tbh

Between her prowess as a fighter and her impressive, imposing figure, Pyrrha's celebrity seemed almost inevitable. She was the pride of Argus and a fixture at Beacon Academy. Standing two heads taller than just about everyone else made her easy to pick out of a crowd, not to mention that it put almost all of her fellow students at eye-level with her magnificent, armor-straining bust. Even with her popularity, she remained friendly and outgoing, with many of her classmates and especially those on her team looking to her for friendship and support.

While many of them thought that the expectations of others were a heavy burden, they knew nothing of the true burden Pyrrha carried.

A deep sigh rolled out of Pyrrha as she closed the door to her dorm room and leaned back against it. For the first time since she had left that morning, she could finally relax. Her shoulders dropped. Her expression softened. She allowed her strong legs to weaken for just a moment. She set Milo and Akouo on their rack and let her arms hang at her sides. A quick glance around the room confirmed that nothing was in the way. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, Pyrrha pushed off of the door and moved, somewhat shakily, towards the center of the room.

She took a deep breath.

She closed her eyes.

And she let Polarity go.

FWOOOMP!

Her semblance had been pulling on the metal in her outfit all day, keeping it close to her body. Without that effort, it immediately gave way. Her breasts surged forward, her center of mass shifting so suddenly that Pyrrha was almost pulled off of her feet. Her breasts looked large inside her uniform, bulging over the edges slightly and easily matching the size of her head. Without the compression, they extended a few feet in front of her, so large that her strong arms could barely reach her own nipples. The brilliant green of her eyes nearly disappeared as they rolled back in her head, her tongue lolling out and a moan erupting from her throat. Compressing them didn't hurt, but letting them free felt so fucking good!

Flesh bulged around her arms as she reached around them, squeezing them as hard as she could. Drool dripped from the tip of her tongue and disappeared into her own cleavage. In the past, in this fit of arousal, she had been known to buck her own hips against the undersides of her tits in lewd fury. She was too exhausted for that today, however, and simply slumped forward, resting her weight on top of the massive mounds.

A soft hiss filled the room as her own weight pressed down on her tits and forced a small trickle of milk from her nipples. She trailed her fingers over the deep, red grooves left by her tight outfit. They were so sensitive, Pyrrha couldn't help but whimper. God, they were so fucking big. She had to keep them compressed to stay combat-ready, but there were times when she wished she could just let them free, let them bounce and wobble, let everyone know how big she truly was. A small part of her brain knew that, someday, it would come. She was still growing, after all, and making more milk every day. And her semblance could only compress them so much...

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Hey uh... A little embarrassed to ask but uh...

I went to the club last night and this man kept giving me drink after drink. Of course I accepi. But now? my chest feels a little full. Is this something I should be concerned about as a guy? it feels softer for some reason...

Concerned? No, not at all! What's happening to you isn't something to be worried about; it's something to be celebrated!

You're growing tits!

We can talk about whether or not it was fair for that guy to force you to grow them, but now that you are, I just know you're going to love them! Everybody loves tits and everyone should have the chance to enjoy a pair of their own!

If it started last night and you're already showing plump fullness and growing softness in your chest, then I have a feeling that you're going to wind up with a pair of BIG tits, too! You're so lucky!

Over the next few days, you'll get to feel your chest swelling and growing, plumping up and getting heavier. It'll expand outward, little mounds at first, and then eventually get full enough to properly hang down from your chest. Honestly, with how quickly you'll be growing, I wouldn't worry about trying to measure them for a while. Don't try to quantify it or assign a number to your size. Just enjoy the feeling of growing, of getting huge.

It might be embarrassing at first, to have to debut as a busty boy, to be a boy that's bustier than almost every woman you encounter, but you'll find it empowering so quickly. You'll love being big. You'll love being bigger than anyone else. You'll love your massive titties!

See? Nothing to worry about in the slightest!

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After being kissed by a radioactive bimbo, she became BimboWoman! Now she must use her powers to...to...what was she supposed to be doing, again?

While BimboWoman's methods weren't exactly what one would call 'orthodox', it was difficult to argue with the results. Crime—at least real crime—had plummeted in Bedlam, down more than 80% from the highs before BimboWoman first gained her powers, such as they were. And most of the crime that remained was more or less just token crime, crime in name only, perpetrated not for material reward or financial gain or even to wreak havoc; they just hoped that BimboWoman would arrive to 'like, totally stop' them.

Mega-Bloated Bimbo Titties were her signature weapon and they simply couldn't be resisted! Wrap them around a foe and they crumpled in defeat less than a minute later. The "Luscious Lips of, like, Lightness and Junk" were also mighty weapons, rendering her opponents incapacitated with just a few, hard sucks. While she rarely put anyone behind bars herself, BimboWoman was more than capable of occupying and distracting criminals and keeping them busy until the authorities arrived. The Bedlam Police Force would usually haze their rookies by having them show up to a BimboWoman scene, just to see their reactions when they saw the Hero of Bedlam, the Lady of Lust, the Silicone Savior herself in the middle of three or four criminals, all getting their dose of 'justice'.

BimboWoman wasn't completely effective, though. All heroes have their weaknesses and BimboWoman was no different. What set her apart, though, was that—more often than not—she was her own biggest weakness. The Bim-Signal would illuminate in the sky and Bianca Jenkins would leap into action, but she didn't always make it out the front door. Sometimes, she'd get distracted by the thought of all the yummy cocks she'd be servicing and her mouth would water thinking of all of the pretty titties she might get to suck. In some cases, it just took a glimpse of her own reflection, an inflated porndoll through and through, to get her too worked up to continue. The Bim-Signal would go unanswered as she sat on her couch, edging herself and letting her brains leak out of her heroic pussy.

She was her city's protector and she'd proudly giggle and bounce her titties towards anyone who dared to disrupt the fragile peace.

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Could you do a height to breast, hips, thighs and butt? (Mainly bust)

Like a super tall lady who's self conscious of how flat she is and ends up getting her wish at the cost of her height leaving her under 5ft but super curvy and busty?

"I know, right? It's crazy! Little o'l me, standing tall at four feet and eight inches, used to be a basketball star! I also used to be flat as a board, but they don't usually give out trophies for that. God, I was tall back then. Almost seven feet, if you can believe it! And that was just about my only measurement that was even close to average, let alone above. It felt so weird, to be the center of attention in every room just from towering above everyone else, and yet have nothing that would normally draw one's attention to a woman. That's why I made my little wish and that's how I got to be the busty, curvy shortstack you see before you.

"Now, I didn't know, when I made the wish, that it was going to use my height to make my curves bigger. I just wished to be curvier; that was it. In hindsight, could I have been more specific with my wish? Sure, absolutely. Do I regret the way things turned out? Fuck no!

"There were some things that sucked about it. Going from star of the basketball team to being 'retired'—that's what they called getting booted to make me feel better—in just a few short weeks didn't feel great. It was especially troublesome because I was in college on a basketball scholarship, so I lost that, too. And then there were little things, like needing to get a step stool just to reach the shelves in my dorm room and, y'know, needing to get an entirely new wardrobe. Shit, that was expensive.

"But, for god's sake, I have tits! And not just some proportional C cups boobs or any bullshit like that. They're tits. Fat, full, heavy, and fucking huge. And that's not even mentioning the wagon I'm dragging behind me. It may be kind of obnoxious to have to look up at people now, but I still have absolutely no problem holding their attention. Plus, my girlfriend loves it. She liked my height before, but now she gets to throw me around and we both really like that. And she's definitely not complaining about how big my titties have gotten; I'm just at the right height for her to spontaneously fuck my cleavage!

"And, you know what? At the end of the day, I didn't even really like playing basketball all that much. This is so much better."

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girl who insisted she didn’t like big tits bc girls who had them were dumb and obsessed with their own body and they look ugly anyway, she definitely isn’t jealous and definitely doesn’t want them. now that she has a pair of ginormous tits, she’s found that she was right! girls with big tits WEREa little dumb and obsessed wit their own body. she’s having trouble remembering why that was a bad thing though…

It had been... fuck, Carmen had no idea how long she had been obsessing over her own reflection. She never used to be like this. Even at her own sister's wedding, she had barely worn makeup. Spending more than five minutes on one's appearance was, to her, a waste of time. She actually had a brain and that was far more important than anything external. The feeling she felt towards bustier women—something she barely acknowledged as jealousy—was clearly just a product of society at large. She definitely didn't envy how they filled out their tops, how they commanded attention, how they exuded sexuality; at least, she didn't envy them in a way that mattered.

Now that she had them, though, her eyes were opened.

Rather, her eyes were focused entirely on her reflection and the big, bouncy tits spilling out of her top.

God, they were huge. She looked at her cleavage, biting her lip as she tugged on the neckline of her top. The movement of the fabric pushed her tits together, not only showing off more of her cleavage but actually making it deeper. She thought about how she felt one time when she saw a woman pull her phone out from between her tits and she wondered if she now had the power to make someone else feel the same way.

Carmen turned to the side and her jaw dropped when she saw just how far in front of her those massive tits extended. They were enormous, sticking out ahead of her while also sloping down her torso. She lifted an arm and poked at the soft flesh spilling out of her top. Meeting almost no resistance, her finger sunk into the softness. A spark of pleasure arced through her body and she gasped, her eyes fluttering.

As she turned towards the front again, she started to fantasize about all the outfits she could pull off now. She thought about wearing nothing but a tank top, not even a bra, and catching everyone staring at her bouncing tits while her nipples poked through the fabric. The idea of wearing a push-up bra when her tits were already this big made her giggle, but the thought of her tits looking even bigger sent another jolt of arousal through her. Dresses, tube tops, all sorts of outfits that had seemed off limits to her and her flat chest were now possible. She could even still wear her graphic t-shirts. The way her tits would warp the logos on the front beyond recognition would make her tits seem even bigger!

As she posed for the camera, her phone buzzed in her hand. A calendar reminder, something about a quiz today in one of her classes. Carmen rolled her eyes and swiped the notification away. She didn't care earlier this morning, when it warned her about her first class of the day, and she didn't care now. Who needed class? Who needed an education? She had tits! Fuck everything else; that's all that mattered anymore.

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Dear Growth

That sounds like a growth sluts heaven to be constantly grown over, over, and over again as I'm getting or taking more of those delicious supplements or growth radiation. I'd love to volunteer for as much of your breast and giantess supplements, radiation, and "secret" tests as i can get at once.~ So please come an sign me up to be stuffed aggressively by as much growth supplements as possible can be physically stuffed in me, mmm~ I'm dripping just thinking about it.~

Sincerely Amalga Tig-Bits

I'm glad that the offer sounds so appealing to you! All I can say, though, is that I hope you're ready to deal with my flights of fancy.

Part of my special kind of greed is that I don't just want more or want bigger, I want everything and in all kinds! I refuse to be limited to just one kind of expansion or one kind of growth.

One day, I might not be able to get colossal, fake titties and plumped up lips out of my head, so you'll wind up strapped to a chair while tens of thousands of cubic centimeters of saline are forced into your chest and your face. There's a sadist in me that wants to see how big I can make you, how fake, how pornified, how grotesquely huge. There's no goal, there's no target, there's only a number and it's going on.

The next time I require your services, when your tits have been drained of all the saline, I might want nothing more than to turn you into a cow. Instead of cheap, slutty saline filling your pornballoons, it'll be milk sloshing inside your overfilled udders. They'll be so big and so full, leaking and begging to be milked properly. Swollen nipples—teats, really—capping your udders and as thick as my first, twitching and quivering and begging for attention. Even with the highest powered milker I have, it'd take days to empty you, especially with your body continuing to make milk even as the pumps do their work.

After that, maybe I'll be obsessed with getting up close and personal with your tits. Now your growth won't just be confined to your tits, but to the rest of you, too. Growing taller, curvier, bustier, bigger and bigger until it becomes to see you as anything other than a part of the landscape, your tits rising like wobbly, warm mountains. I want to be able to walk through the valley of your cleavage, surrounded by unfathomable tit on both sides.

You'll be a very special volunteer. You'll be the perfect toy that I can use to satisfy any and all cravings that I have. Whatever lewd whim crosses my mind, you'll get to experience. You'll have no choice.

I hope you know what you're getting into~

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A little self indulgent to suggest my own situation plus the wish of a lot of your readers but... A stay-at-home girl doing her daily endless job search, not noticing her desk slowly get flooded and the encroaching masses in her peripheral view until maybe, just maybe, she finds the perfect job

"No... No... Ugh, seriously? That pay scale is criminal! Hard pass...Psh, dairy farm? Really? I didn't even know there were farms around here... No... No..."

The endless list of jobs reflected in Jordan's eyes as she scrolled through them, glazing over as boredom crept in. None of them were good fits, no matter how she tweaked the search terms, how far she extended the search radius. Even the good jobs she did find were rotting as she waited for an answer to her application. Anything would be nice. Even a rejection would at least acknowledge that someone had looked at it. Jordan let out a heavy sigh and kept scrolling.

With her attention fully consumed by the job listings, Jordan failed to notice that, directly under her chin, something was changing. Her tits were growing. They were already fairly large, a pair of full DDs, so she was accustomed to resting them on her desk whenever she was at her computer for a while. Now, however, as her finger rolled the wheel on her mouse, her breasts bulged larger. Each passing posting pushed her tits just a hair fuller, just a touch heavier, just a bit bigger. But there were hundreds of them. Maybe even thousands. And Jordan kept scrolling.

As her frustration mounted, something else was building inside her, too. She leaned in closer towards the screen, too distracted to deal with the pressure inside her tits. Her nipples stiffened and swelled, creating little tents in her top, while her breasts engorged underneath them. Veins stood out against her skin. Getting bigger wasn't enough; her tits were filling, swelling, engorging. Jordan winced at a touch of discomfort, but she couldn't look away from the screen.

Without even realizing she was doing it, Jordan let down her milk. Immediately, it soaked through her shirt and began to puddle on the desk. More and more milk gushed out of her tits, which were still getting bigger as Jordan kept scrolling. She couldn't stop. Nothing could break her concentration.

Except feeling something wet drip onto her foot.

"What the— HOLY SHIT!"

For the first time, Jordan saw what had happened to her. She felt not just large but massive tits bounce and wobble on her chest as milk flowed freely from her nipples. She reached out to touch one, only to bellow a moan. Milk gushed out of her as her body writhed in pleasure. As she regained her composure, she swallowed and looked back at the screen.

"...How far back was that dairy farm post?"

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Both partners play a joke on the other that quickly gets out of hand, the minor growth quickly escalates into major unwanted growth resulting in them using their new features on each other as "punishment". She gets breast, ass and hips while he gets cock and balls, some mocking and horny interactions.

Wet sounds and quiet grunting filled the living room as the two occupants glared at each other from their respective armchairs. Both of them were panting hard, cheeks flushed with arousal, but anger burned behind their eyes.

"God, you f-fucking asshole! MMF! L-look at what you did to—holy fuck—my f-fat fucking t-tits! D-do you have any idea h-how much—aahhn!—how m-much this fucking b-bra cost?! And n-now it's r-ruined!"

Lauren did her best to be angry but it was tough to properly convey her fury while she was actively touching herself. The movement of her arm, resting against the side of her colossal tits, made them wobble and slosh, bouncing back and forth inside her overworked bra. The arms of the chair under her were pushed outward slightly by the wide hips stuffed into it and her whole body was lifted by the plump ass sinking into the cushion. Her hand writhed between her thick thighs, sending pleasure through her entire body. She narrowed her eyes at the person sitting opposite her.

"Yeah, b-but I bet you fucking like that, h-huh? Knowing that this b-body you gave me is t-too big to w-wear clothes! Turns you on to see how you fucking ruined my life! T-turned me into a f-fucking porndoll!"

Between huffs and moans, Ryan let out a wry scoff.

"R-ruined your l-life?! J-just look at w-what—oh jesus fuck—you d-did to me!"

As he glared back at his girlfriend, Ryan's hands never stopped moving. They slid up and down the length of his cock, all three and a half feet of it. It was thick enough that he couldn't fully close his hands around it and precum gushed from the tip, coating his cock in a glossy sheen. Between his legs sat a pair of swollen, heavy balls that churned and sched and begged for release. A wave of arousal struck him and he bucked his hips, forcing his cock upward between his hands. Tilting his head back just made his moans even louder. He did his best to press on.

"I c-can barely w-walk with this thing! In the r-rare fucking moments when it's s-soft, it hangs p-past my fucking knees! If I don't c-cum—shitshitshitfuuuuck—If I d-don't cum at l-least three t-times I day, I go f-fucking insane! And then I c-cum a fucking ocean!"

Despite herself, Lauren moaned, the thought of her man unleashing that much fucking cum overwhelming her. "Th-then do it! Quit f-fucking around and c-cum! You're t-too fucking big to actually fuck me! Or anyone! S-so you might as well just j-jerk off that gigantic fucking cock!"

Another wave of arousal made Ryan's balls twitch. Fuck, he was close. "Of c-course you want me to d-do that you f-fucking cumslut! You want every l-last drop of my ballsludge! You wanted to be p-painted in it! You w-want my thick, h-hot cum all over your h-huge fucking p-porntits! You w-want me to b-breed your f-fucking titpussy!"

"You... Y-you... Oh, fuck, FUCK, I'm gonna— AHHHNNN!!"

Tension gripped Lauren's body as an orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs and ass clenched, lifting off of the chair as she shoved her tit against her face. It barely muffled the intense moans that poured out of her, humping the air and thrusting her hips. Milk arced from her nipples, spraying across the room in her lewd display.

Finally, her body relaxed. She collapsed back into the chair, panting and sweating, heart pounding and chest heaving. "Fuh... Fuck...."

Across from her, Ryan gripped the arms of the chair as hard as he could. Slow, deep breaths held his concentration and, gradually, his cock softened. Precum poured from the tip as it did, slowly coming to rest draped over his humongous balls. His cock twitched but it stayed soft and, gradually, Ryan relaxed. "H-hah! Guess I win! Th-that's another cup size for you!"

Lauren groaned. She hated losing. She hated growing. But, most of all, she hated how right he was and she hated the fact that she wasn't plastered, head to toe, in his cum. Next time, though. Next time, it'd be her win.

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So this isn't a complaint or anything but, fuck, writing all of these asks is thrusting me fist-first into my Gooner Era.

Looking for pictures to caption has completely warped my social media algorithms. In the last few weeks, I've probably added a few hundred to the list of accounts that I follow. A workplace friend sent me a reel and I accidentally sent him a Big Titty Thirst Trap reel in response because I didn't close my phone properly before slipping it in my pocket and that was just the next reel the algorithm wanted me to see.

It's gotten to the point where I'm getting off on the self-corruption. Like, the stuff it's showing me is hot. Scrolling through and seeing nothing but gigantic, jiggling titties and close-ups of lips and puppygirl bulge is as arousing as it is addicting.

But I keep watching them. I make sure to like and copy links and watch reels as many times as I can. If I'm being honest, though, watching some dumb slut wobble her tits in a bikini top that's three sizes too small isn't made more erotic by watching her do it multiple times at double speed, especially with whatever bullshit trending music is playing in the background.

What's so fucking hot is knowing that I'm doing it, not because I particularly enjoy it, but because I know it'll make me worse. I'm retraining the algorithm to show me stuff that'll make my obsessive gooner brain absolutely melt and I'm doing it on purpose. I'm going out of my way to make sure that all I see is stuff that's going to trigger me and turn me into a throbbing, leaking, stroking mess.

And I can't say that I'm upset about it!

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A somewhat prudish woman that chastises a 'Big Tiddy Goth' woman that (unknowingly to her) is a witch, accusing her of showing off her cleavage to just get attention from others.

The prudish woman ends up being cursed in two ways - a compulsion to wear clothing that shows cleavage / an inability to hide her breasts completely, but also cursed that the more people stare at her breasts the larger they become.

When she had walked out the front door that morning, the deep neckline of Zoey's shirt had purely been a compulsion from her curse. Now, even if the curse had been lifted, there was no way she'd be able to cover herself up. She crossed her arms over her swelling bustline, barely covering a fraction of her swelling tits.

"H-hey! Stop it! Look away! It's rude to stare!!!"

For her entire life, Zoey had tried to blend into the background. She was quiet and didn't particularly enjoy attention, but that made her feel rather isolated. When she saw how women far bustier than her basked in the attention that their tits brought them, she couldn't help feeling resentful. That's what led her to her outburst, calling that goth woman all sorts of names she now regretted—and some she still didn't.

A few short days was all it took for her tits to reach a critical size where people simply couldn't stop staring. Some in lust, some in disgust. As frustrated as Zoey was, she couldn't truly blame them. Her tits swelled outward, filling, inflating, making their presence even more known. If she had only limited her insults to the size of the goth woman's tits, but she had to call her a bimbo and a slut, too. So instead of merely growing larger breasts, her tits were overly perky and firm, filling up as if they were implants!

She didn't want this. She never wanted this kind of attention, but now everyone was looking at her, gawking at her, whispering about the kind of person that would willingly choose to get such obscene implants, but she didn't! They weren't! She—

A sudden flash of light snapped Zoey out of her spiral. She looked up just in time to see some person in the crowd lowering their phone. By the time she realized what was happening, the picture of her spherical bimbo tits had already been posted and the views were rolling in. The growing accelerated, splitting her shirt open and exposing her tits entirely.

And that's when everyone pulled out their cameras.

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Busty hypnotist who, every time she drinks cum, it goes straight to her breasts, making her bustier and more irresistible...

"I know, baby, I know. It hurts, doesn't it? You've done such a good job for me, cumming over and over and over again. But look at all you've accomplished! Look what you've done to my titties! You thought my D cups were so big when we first met, didn't you? I had to work so hard to get you to drop back then. And now look at me. Look at the way my huge fucking udders spill over the edge of my top! Each one has to be bigger than my head. They're so soft and wobbly and jiggly and it's all thanks to you and your cum. I literally couldn't have grown this big, gotten this sexy, without you.

"You've given up so much for me, haven't you? You want to see your friends. You want to go outside. I don't know why, but you probably want to go to work, too. I've kept you cooped up for far too long.

"But I can't let you go, baby. Not yet.

"I'm not done growing and I can't keep growing without you!

"Shhh, shhh, just relax. It'll be okay. Just look right here. Look right at my cleavage. It's so deep and dark, isn't it? So deep like you could just fall in. So deep you could fall in and keep falling, surrounded by warmth and comfort and softness and safety. So warm and soft and safe that you could give up all your thoughts. You wouldn't need them, buried so deep in my cleavage, would you? No, of course not. I'd do all the thinking for you. Doesn't that sound nice? Just breathe, baby. Breathe nice and slow and fall deep into my cleavage. Let all your thoughts go. So deep for me. So good for me.

"You love my big tits. You love my huge tits. And you want to keep making them bigger. You'll do anything to make me grow. Even when your muscles ache and you feel wrung out, you'll still need me to grow. It'll never be enough for you. So you'll just keep giving me your cum again and again and again. You're so good. You make me so happy. I'm so lucky to have you to help me get so fucking big."

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Could you please do more unwilling breast growth? It was so hot...

"Noooo! Thith, laihke, tohtawwy ithn't wha' I athked fow!"

As her lips plumped and filled, Kendra couldn't help slurring her words. It didn't help matters that she could feel herself getting dimmer by the second. She stared down past her swelling lips toward the twin balloons rising on her chest. They really were like balloons; she could almost hear a faint hiss as they inflated. They weren't the full, soft tits that she had imagined when she made her wish. The mounds growing on her chest were firm, tight, nearly spherical. Her bra didn't stand a chance, snapping almost immediately; had her tits been more natural, they might have been able to squeeze underneath the band or bulge over the cups, but these tits were too full for anything like that.

Moaning forced Kendra's lips into a perfect O. Her hands came up to paw at her tits just in time for her to watch her fingernails grow out, becoming gaudy and trashy. She did her best to grope her tits, but even squeezing them as hard as she could barely made an indent on their overinflated shape. Still, they swelled, growing outward in her grip, tearing open the neckline of her shirt.

Kendra tried to picture herself walking around campus like this, looking like she stepped out of a porno or some weirdo's wet dream. She thought of the whispers and the smirks, the gawking and the catcalling, the judgement and the lust. Shame burned inside her and that just made her needier, moaning again, her thighs rubbing together. They would all be looking at her! They would all see her obviously fake titties and her swollen cocksuckers! They would get horny looking at her!

Her tits barely bounced as she dropped to her knees, now rubbing her inflating porntits instead of merely squeezing them. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back into her head as she felt the most powerful orgasm of her life about to crash through her.

This isn't quite what she meant when she wished for a body that was "built for sex", but it was too late to change it now!

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weird thing... so, i'm a femboy, and a friend of mine *really* wanted to try out hypnotizing me... i said yes, and i don't remember how it went, but every couple hours... mhff, i just feel like i *have* to make my tits grow...! every single time, i have to put on an old shirt and itll only stop when i've burst out of it! and... i think i looove it. i'm getting so huge, and they feel so heavy... ♡

It's an intoxicating feeling, isn't it?

You know the thoughts aren't your own, that they've been implanted inside your head, but you can't stop how they make you feel.

God, you need to be huge.

You need to feel your tits bulging outward, straining your shirt and pulling the fabric tight. You need to feel your growing tits taking up too much space inside your clothing, finding every inch of open room to spread into. It's not enough for your shirt to be full, though. You need to outgrow your clothes! You need to feel the fabric get together and tighter until it finally gives way, the seams split, and your massive Femboy udders flop out.

And that's the other thing! You're a Femboy. You might have had little budding breasts, but that's all you should have. Now you have colossal fuckudders, massive and sloshing pornmeat on your chest, growing bigger by the second. You let your friend fuck with your mind and now you have an insatiable need for the biggest titties you can grow and you won't stop. You can't stop. You need to be bigger. Always bigger. Endlessly more.

They say that hypnotism doesn't work unless the subject wants what and I can tell that you wanted it bad. Now you're just going to keep growing until you're satisfied! Doesn't that sound amazing?

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It's unfair, I hit the gym, eat right, do everything I'm supposed to do to lose weight and I'm seeing no results. Meanwhile ever since I started hitting the gym my lazy stay at home girlfriend has been mysteriously growing bigger, bustier, and stronger. She loves rubbing it in my face, literally as she's now 2 feet taller than me!

That really sucks, and I do sympathize, but I need you to do something for me right now.

I need you to measure yourself. Even if it's just a mark on the wall, just make sure you know how tall you are today.

In a week or two, check it again.

This is incredibly important because one of two things is happening here.

If you check your height again and it's the same, then you're okay. That just means that your girlfriend is stealing your gains. That does suck, not going to deny that, and very frustrating that you're busting your ass at the gym only for her to steal it all away for her personal gains. In that situation, though, you have the advantage. You could just stop going. She might tower over you with tits that could enclose your head in her cleavage, but she can't force you to work out and she won't get any bigger.

If you check your height again and you're shorter, though... You're in some real trouble. That means that she's taking more than just your gains. Whatever she's siphoning out of you, it's coming from all of you. You're going to have to keep going to the gym just to make sure she doesn't steal everything from you! Taking a break from the gym for a week won't stop her from taking from you, still growing taller and stronger and sexier all while you dwindle away. She'd be using you to make herself into a goddess while you turn into a pipsqueak.

I'm sorry, but if you're shrinking, then it's already too late. She's only going to get bigger from here. Her boobs will keep swelling, not just along with her body but proportionally, covering her ribs, then her bellybutton, then her hips. She'll stretch taller, too, reaching up towards the ceiling while you shrink towards the floor. From your diminishing perspective, it'll seem like she's growing even faster! And, as you get smaller and she gets stronger, you won't be able to resist her when she wants to pick you up and carry you, put you wherever she pleases. She's a lazy girl and she'll do whatever she can, whatever it takes to keep her lazy lifestyle.

I hope, for your sake, that it's the first one. If it's the second, well... At least you'll be able to get up close and personal with tits bigger than your own body!

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My girlfriend had never had the highest libido, so she agreed to try a new medication to help, and it's been going great!

She keeps complaining that her bras are shrinking in the wash though...

Enjoy it while you can!

I'm not saying that it's going to end abruptly or anything like that, but I've seen cases like this before and I know that there's a point where it's going to get out of hand.

It'll start out nice for a while. She's feeling in the mood more and more and that seems to translate directly to her breasts growing. She feels sexier and more confident than ever with her tits swelling bigger and bigger by the day, and so she'll want to use them more often! You get to reap the benefits! You get to see them bounce and slosh on her chest as you thrust into her and a little bit more each time you fuck. She loves the attention you give her, growing her swelling tits and sucking on her sensitive nipples. That really is the honeymoon phase. As she gets bigger, though, things are going to become more intense.

As her rising libido and her growing bustline become inextricably linked, she's going to develop a bit of a hair trigger. Whenever she's reminded of her tits, whether she catches someone who can't look away or she sees her own reflection, her libido is going to flare. Next thing you know, she'll be dragging you into the bathroom for a quickie or sending you pictures of her swollen bust so you know exactly what's in store for you when she gets home.

Milestones only accelerate the process. Every cup size she outgrows comes with a similar ramping up of her need, making a big leap when she finally outgrows the largest bra in the local shop. One night, you'll wake up and she'll already be on top of you, riding you, shoving her fat tits in your face. She felt how heavy they were resting on her chest and stretching out her pajamas and she couldn't wait until morning.

Over time, her baseline level of need will rise and the time spent feeling satisfied after a hard fuck will shrink. Even if she stopped the medication, the feedback loop will be so strong that it'll only get worse. Her tits will dominate more and more of her life, impacting how she moves through the world, and she won't be able to stop herself. At some point, when you're underneath her and her face is obscured by her colossal, swinging tits, you'll become painfully aware of your new role as living fucktoy, your sole duty being to be ready for your girlfriend the moment she needs it. I doubt you'll be too upset, though.

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A trans girl buys breast pumps to feed into her lactation kink / fantasy, falling asleep with them still on her chest, and wakes up to obscene & over-filled-with-milk 'Mommy Milkers', and everyone just thinks it's normal (even the part where they refer to her as / use nicknames that are focused on her huge, milky, over-filled, 'Rule 34' level 'Mommy Milkers' / 'Calcium Cannons' breasts).

Mommy milkers.

Calcium cannons.

Mega-sloshy, stuffed-up udders.

Juicy, jiggly, bouncy, wobbly pornmeat plappers.

Evelyn couldn't deny that that's what she had now, feeling the heavy, swinging weight of her massive tits weighing on her chest and the milk sloshing within. But that didn't make it any easier to hear her friends talk about her that way! Especially when they did it so casually.

Sitting at a table at a restaurant with no choice but to rest her engorged milkers on it, Evelyn squirmed in her seat, pulling her skirt right over her throbbing bulge. The feeling of pressure, of her breasts engorging with milk, made it hard to concentrate. It was only by some miracle that she managed to squeeze into a bra she stole from her roommate and even that was too small, making her udders bulge over the cups and test the limits of the clasps behind her back. It was insane how much had changed in the last twelve hours, in just the time since she had hooked herself up to those pumps! And not just her body, either...

"Udders? Hey, mommy milkers!"

Evelyn jolted upright, inadvertently thrusting her chest forward. A chorus of giggled erupted among her friends at the table. Jamie, sitting opposite, flashed her a smile and nodded her head towards the waitress eagerly waiting. Evelyn looked up towards the waitress, her heart skipping a beat at her black lipstick smile. "What can I get for you, porntits?" She said it with no disdain, no judgement, as if it were the most normal nickname in the world. Evelyn's girlcock throbbed.

"Uhhh..." She swallowed, trying to relieve herself of her dry throat. "I'll, uh... B-burger, please."

The waitress winked and made a note on her pad. "You got it, titmeat!" The pad slipped into her apron and the waitress walked off, leaving Evelyn feeling dizzy and confused and very, very, achingly full.

Carol, sitting next to Evelyn, gave her a little nudge. "A burger, huh? Wouldn't that be cannibalism for a dairy cow to eat a burger?" Jamie chuckled, despite herself, at the lame joke and rolled her eyes, but she made no effort to correct Carol, simply going for her drink. As she sipped on the straw, Evelyn couldn't help imagining Jamie's lips locked around her own nipple, sucking just as she was now, warmth and sweetness replacing the iced water. Jamie raised an eyebrow. "Hey, calcium cannons. You doing okay?"

Evelyn winced. She could feel precum soaking into her underwear and she was at the point where holding down her skirt wasn't so much about hiding her bulge as it was about how good it felt to have the fabric rub against her throbbing gock. Arousal and embarrassment burned in her cheeks as she looked up at Jamie with hazy eyes. "Mmhmm! T-totally fine."

That answer didn't satisfy Jamie and she narrowed her eyes, studying Evelyn's face. The newly busty cow could feel Jamie's gaze drift forward towards her chest, which made her blush even deeper, but Jamie's suddenly shocked reaction took her by surprise.

"Ugh, plapmeat! You forgot again, didn't you?"

Evelyn felt like she was going to faint. "F-forgot, uh... Forgot what?"

Before she had an answer, Jamie was sliding out of the booth and grabbing Evelyn by the arm. "Come on, goonbait. Bathroom. Now."

Still confused, Evelyn looked to Carol, hoping to find some explanation, but Carol didn't even look up from her phone. "Just don't make too big of a mess, guys. Janitors are people, too."

The next thing, Evelyn knew, she was in the bathroom, Jamie locking the door behind them. "H-hey, what's going— H-hey!!"

Evelyn gave up trying to hide the tent in her skirt as Jamie, without any warning, began to strip Evelyn's shirt off. Evelyn tried to cover her swollen chest with her arms, but that was almost worse than leaving her tits, bulging obscenely from the borrowed bra, exposed. Jamie held up the shirt to Evelyn. "You know better than this, Titty Queen." A pair of twin, damp spots stood out against the fabric and it took a few seconds for Evelyn to realize that it was milk and it was hers.

A moment later, the overworked bra sat draped over a railing, so glad to finally have a break. Evelyn had never been harder on her life as she looked at herself, tits hanging over the sink, and Jamie, leaning over her, chest against her back, kneading Evelyn's swollen udders. "You know, Mega Milker, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you do this on purpose. Just because I like it so much."

Any response Evelyn might have made vanished underneath the moan that roared out of her as Jamie milked her swollen tits. The pleasure, the relief, the eroticism and lewdness of it all. Evelyn couldn't think. All she could do was moan and push her tits into Jamie's hands. "That's a good cow. Jamie's gonna milk you dry. Just a shame it all has to go down the drain. Ah well, maybe next time."

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A nosy little journalist tries to prove that this hucow farm isn’t above board…and ends up hooked up to the same machines made illegal for their rate of production.

You’d think the dairy industry couldn’t get enough, but even hucows have human rights, and this device destroys their brain to the point they can only moo! Nothing but a pair of udders, constantly shuddering through a climax, all higher function left to atrophy.

Kiss that career-making report goodbye!

Inside the headset, Rhea was under attack.

A cacophony of moans and mooing and slapping of skin against skin filled her ears. Faster than she could consciously follow, images flashed in front of her eyes: spirals and pictures of women with gigantic breasts and words that disappeared before she could read them but were already lodged deep within her mind.

The cocktail of hormones that the rig had forced on her slammed through her veins, pushed to every inch of her body by her racing heart. Her senses heightened. The sound blasting in her ears became a symphony, with parts going in and out of harmony to reach as deep into her brain as possible. Her vision sharpened, letting her see everything so much more clearly as the hucow porn and fleeting instructions burned into the back of her eyes.

Her sensitivity to touch rose and, with it, her overwhelming pleasure.

Every wobble, every jiggle, every slosh of her growing breasts shot through her body, making her tremble and making her breasts move even more. She could feel her individual milk ducts opening up, preparing themselves for making milk, preparing themselves for a life as livestock. The suction cups tugging on her nipples basted away at her mind. This wasn't a slow erosion, a smoothing over millennia, but outright destruction. Every last synapse of her brain activated, growing hotter and brighter until, one by one, they burnt out.

Pleasure rotted her brain from the inside out. Memories of a former life disappeared. All the things that had made Rhea who she was vanished under the immense weight of the sensations being forced through her. Within moments, years—decades of her life were simply gone. By the time the serum was done with her, she wouldn't remember her name. She wouldn't remember more than five minutes into the past. All that would be left were the most basic functions for sustaining life. Everything more abstract than that was functionally gone, leaving her acting on pure instinct. Like an animal. Like a cow. She would know when she was hungry, when she was thirsty, when she was horny, and when she was full. Nothing else was necessary and so it had to go.

She could almost feel what was left of her identity melting away and moving to her tits, filling them with milk before being sucked away by the cups tugging on her nipples. Her body relaxed. She gave up fighting against the restraints. Her jaw released and her tongue lolled out. The machine was more than effective. In a matter of minutes, Rhea was a cow and nothing more. Not a person, certainly not a journalist. Just a cow.

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Between the hiss of the industrial pumps sucking away at the Rhea's nipples and the moaning from the journalist herself, Tobias had to should to be heard. "What the hell was that for, Dad?!"

Peter Dawson, of Dawson Family Farms, did his best to hide the rush of adrenaline that was coursing through his body. As casually as he could, he brushed a bit of dirt off of his overalls. "It had to be done. Had to be done. Her story gets out and we're done. The work of four generations just... poof! At the stroke of a pen. When I'm gone and you're running this place, you'll understand."

As sure as Pete sounded, Tobias wasn't so confident. He winced at the sight of Rhea's body as it sat limp in the restraints, only trembling slightly at a jolt of pleasure every now and then. His eyes dropped down where her udders had grown in and were still growing, expanding and swelling and getting heavier by the minute. He was glad her eyes were hidden by the headset that had snapped over her face. "Someone's gonna find out. Then it'll be even worse. They'll know. Everyone will know."

His dad reached out and gently stroked the hair on top of the newly minted cow's head. "Nah, nothing to worry about. Accidents happen all the time. That's all this was. An accident." He gave his son a pointed look, refusing to blink until he felt his message had been heard. Looking back at the former journalist, he gave a wry chuckle. "Besides, who's she gonna tell?"