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Why not do recent meme of japanes Twitter? But instead through writing? Each reblog will grow Maddie's size every 2cm. And finish up the campaign untill Saturday.

Ooooooh that is tempting… I guess it’s harder to do step wise with writing so yeah I’ll just do one big finale after it’s finished.

So starting now, every reblog of this post will pump Maddie up 2 centimeters ^.^

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Side effects of the repulsion gel include

A test subject learns about some of the rare side effects of the repulsion gel.  contains: breast expansion and implied sex.    

Surprisingly i am still here, just working slowly. I still have a longer story in the works, but i need to finish editing it.  it should be about 3 to 4 times the length of this one.  anywho, if you don’t want portal based ... oh shit does this count as fanfiction?  well, there’s no turning back now. 

“Cave Johnson here.   Legal wants me to inform you that you may notice some slight, significant swelling after contact with the new repulsion gel.  Don’t worry, the effects are permanent.  Just try to get through the tests as quick as you can.”

She eyed the closed door. There was no way back now.   ‘Nowhere to go but straight ahead.’  Before her the pristine white floor gave way to a wide ravine.  Around 12 feet deep and twice as wide.  In the center of the ravine a patch of blue stained the floor.

‘Ok, no pressure.  I can jump that far,’ she thought while limbering up.  Her long-fall boots caught her attention.  Capable of breaking any fall, they gave her some slight comfort.

‘At least they gave me a sports bra.’  She crouched down and at the sound of an imaginary starting gun she sprung forwards.  The dark-haired woman sprinted full tilt towards the edge.  She flung herself into the pit, holding her legs together.  She fell towards the blue gel, then she hit, and bounced!  Her momentum was maintained and she sailed up to the far side.She landed in a crouch and stayed there for a few seconds, panting and laughing. 

“It worked!  It fucking worked!  I can do this!”  She stood on shaky legs and stepped into the chamberlock to the next room.  As she moved to the next test chamber she adjusted her tank-top and jogged slowly in place.  She kept her heart-rate up and psyched herself up for the next test.  The doors opened and she stepped out into a long corridor with a short stair case.

When she crested the stairs, she could see the rest of the hall.  A series of low platforms lay below her, each coated in the blue gel. They formed a straight line across to the far side with ten or more feet between each platform.

‘Alright, I’ve just got to bounce from one to the next.  Five times in a row. No problem,’ she thought dismissively.  She stepped back and took a running start.  This time she kept one leg extended and her arms out.  ‘Just like running over river rocks.’  She ricocheted from pad to pad down the hall.   When she hit the fourth one she started to feel odd.

Her chest was filled with the tingling numbness of a limb ‘falling asleep.’  After skipping off of the fifth pad, she noticed that her breasts were bouncing more than usual.  Then she hit the far side of the hall and it was over.

“Piece of cake!”  She proudly proclaimed to a camera before stepping into the lock.   She pulled at one of her tank top’s straps, there was too much resistance.  Looking down her eyes were greeted by two breasts more than twice as large as before.  “What?!” Her mind went back to the warning before the first test.

She stepped out of the lock and found a camera to complain to.  “The bouncy gel gives people bouncier tits?!  I’m not complaining but how?”

There was no response.

“How many more tests are there?”

Still no response

‘Fuck.  No way but straight ahead,’ she thought for a second time.

Ahead the ceiling and floor opened up.   She cautiously approached the edge and looked down at the expected puddle of blue gel. When she craned her neck up she saw two sets of matched holes where hallways intersected the central shaft. The hall turned a corner a few yards past the far edge of the shaft.  She was getting used to this.  Run, jump, fall, bounce, land.  She was across the gap in no time.

Her breasts bounced heavily as she jumped, and once she landed she could feel the numbness creeping in. ‘Just keep moving.’  Upon turning the corner and ascending a flight of stairs, she found herself back at the shaft.  She was one floor up and on the opposite side of where she had started, but the numbness had faded.

She jumped again.  Her orbs rolled up towards her head as she fell. Then they were tugged down as she bounced and sped back upwards.  ‘Shit!’  The dark-haired woman wobbled briefly as she landed, staying on her feet thank to her boots. She mounted another flight of stairs and found herself facing the exit lock across the central shaft.

“Oh fuck me that’s high.” She said in an exasperated squeaky tone as she peered over the edge.  The gel was at least forty feet down.  “Ok, ok.  Calm down. I can do this.  Magic boots and titty gel.  I got this.”  She said as she pulled at her straining sports bra.

She hopped forward off of the edge.  The sports bra was woefully inadequate by now, and it was ready to fail.  Her breasts were almost as large as her head and as she fell the bra tore.  Her enormous breasts covered the lower half of her face before being jerked down as she bounced and rocketed back up.  She stuck her arms out, ready to grab the edge if she had to.

Her momentum carried her right over the edge, until her toe caught it and she flopped onto her chest. Her head sized melons flattened beneath her and started to spread out further as the numbness returned.  She lay for a few moments, panting and shaking with adrenaline.  By the time she stood the tingling had stopped.  When she entered the lock she realized that the only thing holding her back was her tank-top.

‘dammit, it must have busted on my way back up,’ she thought as she shed the stretched garment.  The PA chimed.

“Last test chamber.” A robotic voice intoned.

‘One more?  I can do one.’  Her confidence returned as the doors opened.  The corridor was narrower than the others.  She saw that it opened into another hallway at around a forty-five-degree angle.   Straight ahead and down a little, an angled pad stuck out from the wall of the larger corridor.  It was coated with the familiar blue gel.  Farther down the larger hall there was another angled pad and several more on her side of the hall as well.

‘Alright.  I just need to bounce across the hall from one pad to the next, simple.  It’s not even that far down.’  She stretched, hugging one knee at a time to her chest and realizing how far into her new boobs they sank.

“I know I said I wouldn’t mind being a little bigger when you asked.  But no one said anything about gel, or the fact that volleyballs were an option.”  She quipped at another camera.  Then she was off.

After jogging down the corridor she leaped with one leg outstretched.  Her aim was true and she hit the angled pad across the hall.  Then she was headed back to the first side, and another pad a little farther away.  She ricocheted off of that one, then another as she worked her way down the corridor.  The numbness returned, but she put it out of her mind and concentrated on bouncing down the hall.

She stuck her leg out again before she realized that there was no other pad.  Just a hole in the wall.  She sailed into it pulling her feet under herself just in time.  A narrow corridor angled steeply down in front of her.  Bright orange gel lined the floor and the second she hit the ground she sped downwards.

The dark-haired woman flailed her arms as she accelerated towards a blue patch on the wall at the end of the hall.  ‘Shit, shit, shit.’  She tried to steady herself.  Then she hit the wall and everything seemed to slow down.

Her chest hit first. Her prominent nipples were pushed back as the rest of her chest flattened around them.  Two almost perfectly round disks rapidly formed in front of her, pressing against the cold gel.  Some of the gel quickly soaked into her tank-top.  She had gained at least an inch since the first pad in the hall and, even without being squished against a wall, her breasts could be seen from behind. The sudden change of shape tore the fabric slightly, as her swelling boobs had already been threatening to do.

Then her hands hit the wall and her breasts rapidly rebounded to their original shape.  She was flying up the angled hallway. Backwards.  Air rushed by and she gave up on stability and clutched her growing chest to keep it from bouncing too much.

For a brief second, she passed the larger hallway and then she was up.  Skidding on her back with her feet on the ground.  If she hadn’t been sliding along the floor it would have looked like she was doing sit-ups.  The slick floor let her slide all the way into the elevator before coming to a stop.  Her massive boob’s momentum swung them over her face again before they rolled to her sides. They wobbled and jiggled as they continued plumping.  The doors hissed shut and the PA system crackled to life.

Her breasts passed basketball size and kept going, the strange numb feeling continuing until their growth finally ceased.  Her tank-top decided that enough was enough and graciously surrendered.  The tears in the sides enlarging with her bosom until the fabric separated completely.

“Cave Johnson here. Good work finishing the test course. By now you’re probably wondering what the next step is.  Well, if you’re not mobile, then you’re a perfect candidate for out anti-gravity testing or our alternative dairy department.  Who knew one errant super-virus could almost wipe out cows as we knew them.  Otherwise we’ve probably got some other trials that may interested you.  Thanks to you we here at Aperture Science are revolutionizing surgery-free cosmetic procedures and trampoline technology at the same time.”

The doors hissed open and she sighed before struggling upright under the weight of her beach-ball sized boobs.  She let the remnants of her top fall to the floor of the elevator and stepped out. With a loud whir a pair of robotic arms swung down and quickly slapped something onto her chest.  The slightly jaded woman stared at them as they held up small mirrors in front of her.

Her chest dominated her torso now, and would have covered a good bit of anyone standing to her side as well.  A familiar logo now covered her distended areolas and nipples.  

“Please accept these Aperture Science slip resistant nipple protectors as a token of our gratitude. The agreed upon funds have been deposited into you or your next of kin’s provided account. If you have any questions please see and Aperture Science associate.”

The greatly enlarged woman approached the desk at the far end of the lobby. A white and blue orb hung from a track on the ceiling above the desk.

“Wow.  You are large.  Not in a bad way.”  The core quickly backpedaled in its British accent.  “Would you mind.”  He paused for a second.  “If we painted some fake optical sensors on them?  Then it would be like I had friends. Friends other than you.  I mean they’re not really metal, but I can probably look past that.”

“Wheatly,” impatience dripped from the woman’s voice.  “How many more of these tests do we have to do?”

“I am absolutely positive that we can probably stop after the enhanced vaginal capacity tests.”

She put a hand to her head. ‘This is the part where he fucks me.’

“This is the part where I fuck you!’  The core cheerfully announced.

She started walking down the hall out of the waiting room, the core at her side.  “Could you try to be a little bit less silly dear?”  She asked as the core rubbed itself against one of her breasts.

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Cabin Trip

A woman spends some time at a cabin in the woods with her friends.  Contains: multi-arm but no sexual content...yet.  A random prompt that i may extend at some future date.  I’m still slowly working on some other things, but considering my 50 other hobbies, work, and trying to find another job.  My time is way less free than i would have hoped.  That being said, I’m going to drop the concept of having any sort of regular posting schedule.  Hopefully I’ll be able to keep doing stuff semi-regularly.  

“Alright, alright. I’ll read one.”  The tall woman turned the book to face her and flipped to a random page.  Marie and her friends were spending some time at a cabin in the woods and had stumbled on an old book.  Mark had immediately yelled something about ghosts, but he was swiftly booed down.  

Everyone else had taken turns reading from the book with varying results.  One verse levitated a chair, another summoned a small mote of light to dance around the room.  The one that Mark had reluctantly read didn’t seem to do anything at all, and now it was her turn.

“Chattur’gha santak tier narokath pargon.”  She said in her best spooky voice.  The verse echoed slightly in the bare cabin and nothing seemed to happen.  The hair on her arms stood up and the muscles in her back tightened.  It was like she was squeezing her shoulder blades together.  Marie could feel something pressing out of her back as the rest of the group asked her what was going on.

“Am I growing wings?!” she exclaimed, quickly shedding her T-shirt to avoid ripping it.

Her friends stared dumbfounded.

“It’s wings isn’t it?” she asked.  “Like bat wings?  Or like a bird?  What kind of bird?”  She reached back to check her new appendages only to grasp her hands.  All four of them.

“What?!”

A second pair of arms had sprouted below her original set, pushing them up slightly.  She experimentally punched the air in front of her. It felt normal, like she had always had this many arms.   A thought flashed across her mind.  

“Guys, watch this.” She locked two of her arms behind her head and did push-ups with the others.  Her arms rippled with muscle as she went through the motions, betraying their strength to the on-lookers.

When she stopped they returned to their ordinary slim form.  She held two of her hands behind her ears and two ahead of her, gesturing for applause. Her friends finally broke their silence.

“That is so cool!”

“How do they feel?”

“Are you stronger now?”

She basked in their compliments and answered what questions she could as she considered what she could do now.  There were a lot of options with four arms.  She eyed the three boys in the group hungrily.  They were here for three more days and who knew what else was in that book.

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Stuck

Some future setting, I guess, where Maddie and Cass are officially dating. Contains: butt expansion. 

Maddie shuffled her feet down the hallway, barely awake, even though it was nearly noon. She turned the corner and stopped dead. In front of her was Cassandra- half covered in a purple towel. Maddie stood like a deer in headlights, her mouth trying to form words but failing.

“Come join me for a bath, sleepy head,” Cassandra teased. “I’ve got the water ready and everything.” Maddie mindlessly nodded her head, eyes locked on her girlfriend’s nipples. As Cassandra turned to walk to the bathroom, Maddie’s gaze shifted to her butt as she followed. Like she said, Cassandra already had the bath ready; in fact, the room was full of steam.

“Damn, Cassie,” she mumbled. “Trying to make Maddie soup or something?”

“Quit your complaining and take your clothes off, already.”

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Don’t get caught

A woman takes an enhancement drug hide it from the police.  Contains: breast expansion.  A short idea that i had a while ago.  Things may be scarce for a few more days while I finish a longer story that I’m working on.  enjoy yourselves, and don’t actually be that guy who takes a whole sheet of acid while running from the cops.  Also don’t do drugs, or run from the cops. 

“Dammit!”  Lialla swore as red and blue lights flashed behind her.  She quickly found a place to pull over.  The busty girl’s eyes flashed around the cabin of her car while she tried to figure out what to do with the baggy in her cup-holder.

She quickly emptied the contents into her mouth.  The drug was just starting to catch on and police forces were doing all they could to keep it from becoming a bigger problem.  She swallowed all of the tablets and stuffed the empty bag into her seat.

As Lialla returned her hands to the wheel she heard the door of the police car shut.  ‘Just be cool. You were just speeding.  They don’t know anything,’ she thought as she started to sweat.

The officer reached her window and she rolled it down.

“Ma’am, do you know why I pulled you over?”  The gaunt man shone his flashlight around her car as he spoke.

“No.  I mean yes….I was speeding.”  Lialla replied while staring at her feet.

“Correct.  Seventy in a residential area.  Also your passenger side brake light is out.”  He sniffed their air and narrowed his eyes.

Lialla handed over her license and registration when asked and put her hands back on the wheel as the officer returned to his car.  Her heart beat frantically in her chest and she kept a forced smile on her face. Lialla heard the officer’s door close again.

She realized something before he reached her window again.  It wasn’t just her heartbeat that she felt.  Lialla could feel her whole chest throbbing in time with her heart. It pushed out slightly with each beat, forcing her bra to stretch and dig into her chest.  “Not yet, not yet,” she pleaded under her breath as the officer approached.

“Everything else seems to be in order.”  The thin officer handed back her driver’s license and registration along with a ticket.

“What?”  Lialla asked without thinking.  “But…I-“

“You’re not talking your way out of this,” he said flatly.  “No matter how much cleavage you show.”

Lialla glanced down again. Her breasts were rising out of the cups of her bra and forcing their way steadily up into her shirt’s V-neck.  She brought her shoulders up and forward, trying to disguise her swiftly swelling bust.  “Yes sir. Sorry sir.”  She slid her license back into her wallet.  “May I go now?”

The officer seemed to think for a few moments before he replied.  “You’re free to go.  Get that brake light fixed soon.”  He squinted at her chest.

“Thank you.  Have a nice night officer.”  Lialla started her engine again and pulled away before he could change his mind.  She carefully kept to the speed limit as she drove off.  Once she took a turn and was out of sight she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she realized that she had another problem.  The throbbing of her chest hadn’t stopped.  As she drove, her arms were slowly pushed apart by her growing boobs. Her bra had quietly failed a minute ago and her breasts already took up all of the extra space in her top.  

She slowed down and used one hand to yank her top up over her growing breasts.  They lifted with her shirt before flopping free.  She jumped as they brushed the horn on their way down.  The blare of the horn drowned out the slap as they fell to her lap.  Her boobs sat heavy and full on her lap and squished around her arms.  

Lialla searched for somewhere to get off of the road as her expansion continued.  An empty parking lot presented itself and she swung in. The car stopped as her breasts started to press into the lower half of the steering wheel.

She threw her seat back and grabbed her phone from her pocket. Lialla  dialed the first number that she thought of.  

“Marcus.  I’m in the parking lot of the old K-mart.  Get here,” she barked into the phone, hanging up without waiting for a reply.  

The main effect of the drugs was starting to kick in.  “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she swore as her sensitivity started to jump.  Her breasts were still swelling and she could feel everything.  They pressed into the steering wheel again, flattened against her door and rolled over the gear shift.  

Her shot glass nipples popped out forcefully.  A wave of arousal rolled over her, changing the tone of her muted swearing.   It felt good, orgasmicly good.     Lialla tried in vain to reach past the rising wall of boob to her nethers, but her growing chest kept her hands trapped further up.

She gave up and compromised on caressing and slapping the incredibly sensitive skin of her plumping spheres.  Her pleasure skyrocketed as the drugs continued to rampage through her system.

When Marcus finally arrived he could see rippling flesh filling the front half of the car.  He rushed to the door and went to open it. It swung out violently, knocking him back.  Her breasts surged outwards, trying to regain their natural shape.

“Lialla what the hell?”

“I might have overdosed on busties,” she gleefully explained from behind her overstuffed breasts.

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The Power Boob Lotto

“And now for tonight’s Power Boob lotto drawing!” Kim groaned. She had bought a ticket, like she always did, but barely anyone ever won these things, at least in appreciable amounts. The numbers were at least ten digits long, so getting the jackpot was a pipe dream. Most people got one or maybe two numbers matched and got bumped up a cup size or three. The svelte young woman looked at the ticket in her hand again. What was my number? 5167518430.

“Tonight’s Power Boob number is: Five… one… six…”

Kim couldn’t believe it. Three numbers? And the first three at that?

“Seven… five… one…”

Six?! Kim looked down at her chest and imagined herself absurdly stacked. Hot damn, she thought.

“Eight… four… three… zero.”

Kim’s jaw dropped. She matched every single number. That’s never happened before! I have no idea how big that will even make me!

“So that makes tonight’s number, again, five-one-six-seven-five-one-eight-four-three-zero!”

I’ll have to claim in the morning… holy shit, I’m gonna be huge…

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Scheduling

I've been busier than expected lately. Between work, editing the first two chapters of a book for a friend, and ongoing car repairs, I haven't had the time to type up and edit the things that I write between clients at work. Hopefully, I'll be able to get some done today. Have a good thursday everyone, and don't forget to take comfort in cute pictures of your pet of choice.

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Glendale U. Gym

Milly takes some jerks at the gym down a few notches.  contains: asset theft and female muscle growth. 

The gym at Glendale U wasn’t exactly Milly’s favorite place.  It was large and well stocked, with well-kept locker rooms.  But physical effort wasn’t really her thing. Her breasts jostled in her sports bra as she jogged on one of the treadmills.  As sweat dripped off her face, she had to wonder ‘is keeping off the freshman 15 even worth this?’ She tried to picture herself with a bit more weight.  ‘I might even look cute with a little more meat on me.’

She stepped off the machine and mopped her face off with a towel.  She was trying to decide what to do next when something caught her attention. Two jacked shirtless guys were sitting on the weight benches sneering and pointing.  She couldn’t make out all of what they were saying, but as she looked where they were pointing she quickly understood.

The two were pointing at a man who was a bit on the smaller side, and doing his best to ignore the jeering as he worked on a press machine.  ‘Isn’t that Austin from chemistry? Hmph.  Let’s see if they’ll pick on someone their own size, or better yet, bigger.’  

Milly concentrated on the two bulky bullies.  They didn’t even notice as they slowly shrank.  The two continued to intermittently point at and mock the scrawnier man.  ‘I’ll let them have most of it back if they straighten up a little.’  Milly justified to herself.  The prickling and itching covering her body gave way to a full-blown pins and needles feeling.  The changes to her legs were the most obvious.  Her ordinarily thin calves flexed and began to swell outwards followed by her thighs and glutes.

The tightness in her muscles steadily increased as though she was just flexing.  The effects seemed to ripple upwards.  The small amount of fat on her stomach kept her abs from becoming too defined, but when she experimentally flexed she could tell that an impenetrable wall of muscle was being knit less than an inch below the surface.

Her breasts pushed out slightly as her pecs began to swell beneath them.  Thick cords of muscle crossed her back and finally her growth reached her arms.  Her biceps began to round out, she flexed and ogled herself as her arms bulged.  On the benches nearby the offending students slowly diminished, losing mass and tone.  The bullies looked as though they were slowly deflating, but they still took no notice as they shrank.  

The pins and needles feeling continued and Milly looked more and more like a body-builder every second. Her thighs looked like they could easily crush melons.  She tried a few poses she had seen on TV and marveled at the power of her body.  She hardly recognized herself in the floor length mirrors.  The look wasn’t half bad, but enough was enough.

She exhaled heavily and shifted her concentration to Austin.  He started to bulk up slightly as she watched.  The added muscle brought some pleasing definition to his frame.  She cut it off soon.  ‘I don’t want him freaking out.’ She thought as she looked over the situation.  The two bullies were greatly diminished.  A bit on the small side of average by her estimate.  Austin on the other hand looked a bit larger now.  Nothing too dramatic, but he looked like he had been hitting the gym for a while.  

Milly herself was completely different.  Her traces of fat were still there, but thick muscle rippled on her arms and legs as she shifted.  Her abs felt like they could stop bullets and she could easily bounce her hefty J-cups on her pecs.  She admired herself in the mirrors, posing a few more times before strolling up to the machine that Austin was on.  

As her shadow passed over him he spoke up.  “I’ll be done in just a second.”

“Oh, take your time. I’m more interested in you than some machine.”

“I- huh?”  his eyes went wide as he focused on her.

“I’m Milly, we have intro chemistry together.  I was wondering if you wanted to come to my room and study.”

“But- you-”

“I slouch a lot in class.” She blatantly lied before leaning in.  “If you want we can always skip pretending to study and just Fuck.”  The expletive dripped with lust.

Austin immediately turned a deeper shade of red and his mouth hung open for a moment.  He quickly jumped up, wiping down the machine.  “After you.”  He gestured towards the door.

Milly put her arm around the smaller man and led him out.  “Let’s go stud.”  She said, glancing back to savor the confusion on the bullies faces as an amazon led an off the one they had been mocking.  

The walk to the dorm was fast and quiet.  Once Milly closed the door she looked Austin over, leaning him back into the wall as she ran a hand down to his thigh.  She could see his cock hardening in his shorts and almost tore them off before hearing a polite cough.

“Milly!  You’re back.  Can I talk to you?”  Her pale roommate asked.  

“Sure.”   She followed the blonde into the shared bathroom, signaling Austin towards the bed with a nod of her head.  

“Milly.  What did you do?” Laila asked with trepidation.

“Nothing, I just saw some bullies and took them down a few notches.”  The buff goth replied while avoiding eye contact.

“What did we agree on about vigilante justice?”

“That it was okay in this one specific circumstance?”  Milly said confidently.

“No.  Give it back Milly.”

“But they were being total assholes.”

Laila just stared at her.

“But- fine.”  The enormous woman huffed and stalked off, leaving her comparatively small friend victorious.  She stuck her head into the room.  “Hey Austin, this is my roommate Laila.  We were in such a rush that I left something at the gym.  I’ll be back in just a second.  Just hand out with Laila for a bit, bye.”  And with that she was off, dashing towards the gym and enjoying her musculature while it lasted.  

It didn’t take long to find the bullies, but it took a few minutes for Milly to say goodbye to her enlarged physique.  

Eventually a smaller Milly returned to the dorm, looking dejected.  “Amy, can I talk to Austin alone?”  She said as she entered.

“Oh, he left a while ago. He said something about needing to study alone.  He seems nice.”

“I swear if you scared him off for good.”  Milly said in a threatening tone.

“Relax, he left this for you.”  Laila carefully withdrew a folded piece of paper from between her breasts and handed it to Milly.  

She quickly unfolded it, tearing it slightly in her haste, before hugging it to her chest and sitting down.  A mirthful smile spread across her face.  

“Well?”  prompted Laila.

“His number and a dinner invitation.”  Milly said with a contented sigh.

“I told you he seemed nice.”

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Sudden Changes

Someone gets an unexpected hand.  contains: genderswap  So I know that this isn’t the best term for this, but honestly i am blanking right now, but going to put it up anyway.  If only reality could be so simple. 

Their phone buzzed, unseen in their pocket.  A warning from a nearby lab flashed on the screen.  They didn’t feel it and continued jogging down the path.  They went to wipe off their face with a sweat soaked towel that hung from their broad shoulders.  A small grey cloud emerged from the woods and drifted into the path ahead.  They finished wiping their face off and saw the odd cloud.  They tried to stop suddenly and tripped, falling flat on their face and scraping their palms before blacking out.

The cloud immediately descended onto their unconscious body.  As it enveloped them the torn flesh on their palms quickly pulled back together.  The wounds seamlessly closed.  Then their hands started to shrink slightly.  Their arms followed and their shoulders diminished and sloped downwards. Their neck thinned and their chin tapered.

Formerly short brown hair grew out and faded to a dirty blonde.  Across their body, muscle lost definition and shrank slightly.  Their hips widened as their weight was redistributed. Their nipples swelled on their flat chest before being pushed out as small mounds formed before them.  In their boxers they rapidly shrank, dwindling away to nothing.  Then a set of lips defined themselves and separated.  

The lights came back on. They jumped up and scrambled back. The cloud stayed motionless for a moment before a cartoonish smiley face appeared in it.

“What?”  They blinked as then nano-machines sped off to help someone else.  They remembered their fall and quickly patted themselves down, examining their new body. It wasn’t what they expected, but as they ran their hands over their hips and their new chest their confusion rapidly cleared.  They checked their face before whispering to themselves.

“I-I’m me?  I- but” They started breathing heavily and then sobbing.  For the first time she felt right.

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Getting ready

Sometimes you need a little special preparation for a date.  Contains: breast inflation and huge breasts.  Remember kids, every date is special with the right person.  preemptive happy valentits day to all. 

‘Half an hour to finish getting ready.’  Dot thought as she stepped out of the shower.  She grabbed a pill off the counter and washed it down.  The tall red-head dried herself off before she wrapped a towel around her chest and picked up a hair dryer.  

The towel gradually loosened and then fell to the ground.   The pill had already started working.  Her D-cups had already swollen to the size of small cantaloupes and the perfect orbs would soon graduate to sports equipment sizes.  They kept blowing up as she got ready.  The hair dryer drowned out the faint sound of air rushing into her inflating breasts. Before she shut off the dryer she had already added at least four more sizes to her bust.  Not that sizes mattered where she was headed.

Once she was dry and her hair was where she wanted it.  Dot went to work on her makeup.  Each passing minute added nearly an inch to her breast’s diameter.  As quickly as she applied her makeup, she had to adjust her stance to keep her billowing boobs out of the way.  She admired herself in the mirror for a minute when she was done.

Dot slid on the dress that she had laid out earlier.  Her breasts had passed the size of over-inflated balloons a while ago, but she expertly maneuvered the dress over them.   As she straightened it out and looked for wrinkles she noticed that her dress still had slack around her beach-ball breasts.  ‘Not for long.’  There were a few minutes left before her date was supposed to arrive.  It was perfect, her dress, her hair, her boobs, and especially her eyeliner.  She mentally gave herself a hi-five for that.

Dot double checked her purse and then looked at her phone.  As soon as she started to wonder if her date was running late, the doorbell rang.  The red head punched the air above her triumphantly before rushing to the door.  Her massive chest bounced lightly in the blue dress with the motion.  The sound of air flowing had just stopped and her dress was filled to capacity.  She pulled the door open.

“Shreya!”  She exclaimed as she pulled the other woman into her pneumatic chest.  “I’m so excited for the play!”  They locked the door behind them and went out to enjoy their night.  

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Warlock for hire

A woman pays a warlock for help with a ‘little’ problem.  Contains: mini-gts style growth.  ball expansion, cum inflation kind of.  yet another randomly generated story.  have fun. 

Noemi lay on her back, eyes closed, as the warlock’s heavy balls slapped her ass.  While his thick cock ravaged her, she repeated her mantra in her head.  ‘Grow, Grow, Grow.’ One could assume that she meant the warlock’s impressive balls which swelled larger with seed each second. The heavily tattooed man grunted.

“Here comes- the second- dose.”

He hilted himself inside of her as his cock bulged and his balls drew up.  The force of his cum distended her stomach, drawing attention away from her changing body.  Despite the liters of cum pumping into her, her belly didn’t swell, instead with each massive spurt her body grew.  Her legs lengthened and thickened.  Her hips and ass bulged with new fat and muscle.   Her arms and torso stretched, trying to stay in proportion with her increasingly shapely legs.

Noemi neared 5’ 11” as the flow slowed.  She had been a mere five feet tall before her first dose.  Her breasts jiggled as they pumped up.  Her once modest b-cups were wobbling towards H or I.  A few seconds later he finished and pulled out, turning to leave before he was thrown backwards onto the bed.

“One more.”  Noemi whispered, a desperate look in her eyes. Without waiting she dove down his still erect cock, savoring the taste of herself as she forced him down her throat. His balls began to fill again and he busied himself with eating her out.  As she slid along his cock, her hard nipples rubbed along his stomach.  ‘More, More, I need more.’  She played with his swelling balls, coaxing them to fill faster.

They quickly surpassed their former size and took Noemi by surprise when they throbbed and contacted. She felt his shaft expand in her throat as he came again.  Quickly she rose taller, passing six feet and continuing as her breasts pumped larger between her and the warlock.  Her eyes rolled back as she felt her whole body stretch.  She pumped taller and taller as he emptied himself a third time. Noemi’s growing frame made her adjust herself to keep her spasming cunt planted over the warlock’s mouth.  She gave up and rolled to the side, panting and laughing as one more ripple of growth flowed through her.

A few minutes later the six-foot four woman left after a scolding from the comparatively small warlock.  She had already made a plan for another appointment.

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Wait it out

Sometimes you just have to let a spell run its course.  Contains: butt expansion.  I think that’s about it.  third randomly generated story.  Remember to ask your employer about growing in the workplace.

“- Maximus Callipygus.” Chiyoko finished as she blew out the candle.  The petite woman stood and clutched her breasts.  She stared down and waited.  Her eager expression soon changed to one of annoyance.  “I did it All right!  Why are my tits still small?” she cried in exasperation.  She looked at the tome and her eyes widened.  ‘The wind must have turned the page while I was getting ready!’

“Dammit!  I wanted to surprise Eli with big tits, not a huge ass!”  She twisted around to look behind herself.  She couldn’t tell a difference yet, but it didn’t make Chiyoko feel any better.  ‘Great, now I have to call Meryl and see if she knows how to fix this.’  The pale girl thought as she picked up her phone.

“Hi Meryl.  Y’know how I was planning on making myself a little bigger?  Well if I accidentally used the wrong spell.  How would I fix it?”  She went on to explain the details of what had happened.

“You’ll have to wait for the spell to run its course before you can reverse it.”  Meryl replied after some thought.  

“But I have work tomorrow.”

“And you were planning on having your boobs blow up during work instead?  Just wear some loose clothes and wait it out.”

Chiyoko hung up and sighed. “Great.  I just have to wait while I ripen like a pear.”

‘Fine.’  She thought as she laid out a skirt and top to wear to work the next day.  It was late and without any better plans she decided to order take-out.  After calling she slipped into her pajamas and put on a movie.  ‘I may as well sit on my ass if it’s going to betray me like this.’  A few hours later she knew that she had cast the wrong spell. Imperceptibly slowly her blue striped pajamas were filling with what would become heaping handfuls of hip and ass.

After finishing another movie her pants were starting to get uncomfortable.  “Alright, I guess I’ll sleep naked tonight.”  She said as she went to slide her pants off.  They were tight, too tight.  After struggling for a few minutes to pry them down over her widening hips and bulging ass she gave up.  The pressure wasn’t entirely unpleasant. ‘Now I know how sausage feels’  Chiyoko thought dryly as she slid her hands over the second skin that her pajama bottoms had become.

She gave up on pulling them off and went to bed, intending to enjoy the pressure for a while before cutting them off.  Small tears started to form in the fabric before she accidentally drifted to sleep. 

She woke up the next morning in the shredded remains of her pajamas.  ‘Oh shit!  I guess I fell asleep’ she peeled the blankets back and looked at her new lower half.  ‘Oh god.  I’ve got to be almost twice as big as yesterday.’  She thought with excitement?  ‘Is this turning me on?’ 

Chiyoko glanced at her clock.  “Fuck! I have to get to work.”  She jumped up and quickly dressed, grabbing some toast before hopping in her car.  She didn’t have her own office, but her cubicle afforded her some privacy.  She had never been more grateful for that privacy or her swivel chair. 

For the first half of the day she had to lower the seat every hour or so to keep herself at the same height.  At two o’clock she felt her thighs pressing into the bottom of the desk and went to lower herself again.  The seat was already all the way down.

Chiyoko briefly panicked before rationalizing that she only had three hours left.  The pressure slowly built and more of her thighs were pressed against the desk while her rear spread out over the chair.  A dull aching need slowly built between her thighs as she was squeezed. 

Chiyoko managed to distract herself with filling out forms and three hours later she pried herself free. She  immediately bouncing up a few inches higher once she was free of her desk prison. She waited for most of her co-workers to leave before hurrying out to her car.

Her skirt had been pulled up around her swelling ass during the day.  It wasn’t indecent yet, but she wanted to minimize how many of her co-workers might notice her change.  When Chiyoko reached her car she noticed that her head scraped against the roof of her sedan now.  It had been at least half a foot away that morning.

She sped home and flopped onto the couch, laying there for a few minutes after the jiggling had stopped. “How much longer is this going to take? I already look like I’m smuggling watermelons in my skirt.”  She flipped the TV on and ate some leftovers before going to be early.  She lay on her chest and draped a blanket over her well-padded lower half.

The next day she woke to knocking on her bedroom door. 

“Chi? It’s Eli.  Meryl said you had been feeling down and-“  the door cracked open.

Chiyoko tried to roll onto her side and look casual.  Her now beach-ball sized cheeks and extra thick thighs made the pose and her attempts to get into it slightly more comical than she had hoped.

“Hi!  I’m feeling better now, no problems at all.”  She said in her final, failed attempt at ignoring reality.

“Yeah, you look huge, I mean sexy.  Good. Good is the word.  Was this the uh..”  he trailed off.

“Surprise?”  she finished for him.  “No, but I guess it is now.”  She noticed the dull ache that had been building between her legs since yesterday. “Did you say sexy?”  She asked cocking an eyebrow.

“Well I mean, I. yes?”  He said questioningly

“Would you like a closer look to help you make up your mind?”  She gestured at his obvious erection.  “Because, I wouldn’t mind a closer look at that.”

A few loud hours later, Chiyoko had decided to keep her new chair crusher.  Well, most of it.  ‘I just need something to balance this out.’ She thought groggily as she picked up the tome.

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Random 2

Aww damn.  i can’t think of a good short name for this one. A girl uses magic to help her bulk up. contains: Muscle growth, and stuffing(kind of).  second randomly generated story.  Also be safe and respect others. 

She looked down at the scroll in her hand and then back up at the mirror ahead of her.  Laney had been glancing between her lithe frame and the parchment for fifteen minutes.  ‘four trips a week to the gym for this?’ she thought as she flexed her arms, disappointed in the small swell. She set her face and unrolled the scroll.  ‘let’s do this’

The incantation didn’t take long to read, but the scroll’s rapid incineration afterwards was unexpected.  After waving a towel at her agitated smoke detector, she tossed on a coat and left for dinner with some friends.

45 minutes later the moment she was waiting for arrived.  The half-pound burger was disproportionate to her frame, but that was about to change.  She crossed her fingers and dug in.  Halfway through the meal Laney felt it.  She almost doubled over as her stomach clenched, and she felt her muscles tighten in waves.  Rolling out from her core.

She straightened up and assured her friends that she was alright before flexing experimentally. It was subtle, but she could tell that her bicep was a tiny bit bigger.  Laney gleefully attacked what was left of her burger and fries, before ordering a slice of chocolate cake for dessert.

She felt stuffed, but two more pulses had left her feeling stronger than ever.  Her friends split the bill and went their separate ways. Laney was heading home to her couch and several boxes of cookies. 

Normally a binge like this was unthinkable for her, but she had three days before the magic wore off.  Before she went to bed, her idle munching had almost split the sleeves of her t-shirt.

The next days were spent half-naked gorging herself and watching TV. Three days and plenty of junk-food later, she emerged into the sun.  Her sleek runner’s physique replaced by a lifetime bodybuilder’s.  It might be hard to explain that the change was literally magic, but she felt good.  She felt strong.

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Weekend plans

Pumping, blowing, and hanging out.  Future medicine allows a man to spend his weekend exactly how he wants.  contains: Cock inflation, hyper-ish sizes.  so one thing that i started doing is randomly generating prompts.  this is the first result of that.  enjoy i guess. 

Greg leaped out of bed at the chirping of his alarm.  Saturday had arrived and he wasn’t missing any of it.  The lanky man poured a bowl of cereal and started munching away. His eyes fixed on the bulb pump on the coffee table.  Finishing breakfast, he looked over the small pill before downing it.  He flipped on the TV to catch up on the latest Netflix series, dimly aware of his excited toe-tapping.

25 minutes later the credits finished rolling and the blonde leaned back in his armchair.  Greg swiftly pulled his boxers down, letting his seven-inch erection spring up against his stomach.  He seated the pump against his tip and held his breath as he squeezed the bulb.

His cock jumped almost one inch in length immediately.  He shuddered at the sensation of his manhood stretching, and the almost orgasmic feeling of air rushing in.  A few seconds later he squeezed the bulb again.  His cock and balls swelled with each pump.   His chest heaved and his legs twitched as he steadily pumped himself larger.

It was hard not to pump as fast as he could, but he had different plans.  The short haired man dropped the pump before wrapping both hands around his girthy fourteen-inch length and leaning forward.  He savored the feeling of his breath on his swollen cock-head before sealing his lips around it.  He took a deep breath through his nose before starting to blow.

Greg’s eyes fluttered as his hands were pushed apart and his head was pushed back.  His balls blew up like balloons atop his thighs.  He hugged his massive cock to his chest and kept blowing. The thin blonde stopped when he couldn’t move his head back any farther.  He sat back with his hugely inflated cock for a few moments before getting up and pulling on a pair of sweatpants and an XXXL shirt.  He intended to savor the fullness and warmth all day before letting it blow.

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Give Generously

An anonymous donor makes life interesting.  Contains: breast expansion, public nudity, hyper breasts and seasonal themes that are now improper.    Takes place about a week before Free Samples.  It’s still the first of February here so I am technically on time.  I work kind of late, so my updates will also be late in the day.  Also this is definitely a story i started before Christmas.

It had been a slow day so far.  Mary glanced at the display in front of her.

’Only six sizes and some change so far.’  She thought as she adjusted her top.

She went back to ringing her bell, the vigorous motion sending her volleyball sized chest jiggling.

It was the second year that the club had run this promotion.  For every twenty dollars collected for charity, the girl on duty gained a cup size.  It was only temporary, but it was a good incentive to give generously.

Three twenty somethings stumbled their way over to her.  The one in the lead pulled out a fifty-dollar bill and held it up in front of his friends before triumphantly sliding it into the kettle.  The dollar count ticked up by fifty and the size display jumped from R to U.  She smiled and pushed her chest together for the tipsy donors.

“Thank you so much for helping this holiday season.”  She said as the kettle started to whir.  The fabric of her top began to stretch as her prominent breasts swelled.  A few moments later it died down and her growth ceased.  The three men stared in awe and then stumbled off hooting excitedly.

She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around, almost knocking down an identically dressed brunette. The smaller woman latched on to her chest to steady herself.  

“Careful where you swing these things Mary.  You might hit someone that’s less fun than me next time.”

“I knew it was you.” Mary quickly defended herself. “and it’s not like you’ve let go yet.”

Her coworker blushed and dropped her hands from the taller woman’s breasts.

“Well, I mean I know they look good, but they feel way better.”  She quipped as she palmed the larger woman’s breasts again.  “Seriously though.  It’s been four hours; your shift is over.”

Mary pouted briefly. “Aww, but I’m not even as big as yesterday.”

“Well, you can try again tomorrow.”  Helen said as she entered her code on the kettle device.  The counters reset and the letter L was proudly displayed in the cup size box.  She shooed her friend away.  “It’s cold out here.  Go drink something warm.  Get some cocoa from one of the other girls or something.”

“Fine.  I’ll bring you some hot chocolate in a little while too.” The bustier woman said as she went inside.

With that, Helen began to ring her bell and greet passersby.  It was slow going, five dollars here, a few singles there. Steadily her boobs began to swell. Her melon sized tits plumping up as new flesh slowly piled on.  An hour and a few twenties from patrons later, her red and white company shirt was wrapped around two tits almost bigger than her head.

She checked her phone. ‘It’s almost five.  I hope Mary gets that cocoa out to me before the evening rush.  I need to see if I can get on the roster for one of the grow shows next week.’  She shook her chest from side to side at a passing woman, earning a giggle and another few dollars in the kettle.  She thanked her and turned back to face the kettle only to jump back.  There hadn’t been anyone there a second ago.

“Sorry!”  she squeaked.  “I didn’t see you there.”

The thin man wore a light brown suit and an angular mask.  Without a word, he held up an envelope and slid it into the kettle. The numbers began to slowly tick upwards.  Helen was so focused on the steadily rising digits that she failed to notice the man retreating a few steps back.  When the counter passed one hundred it accelerated.  Anxiety began to creep into her mind.  The numbers crested one thousand, two thousand, and five thousand. Finally, it stopped, seven thousand five hundred dollars.  She nervously looked at the other display as it started to rise.  It flicked through the rest of the alphabet and  cycled a second time before it started flashing seemingly at random.

“What?!”

The device started to emit a deep rumble.

“How much?”  She asked no one as she whipped her phone out, quickly tapping before dropping it to her side.  Her eyes dropped to her breasts.  “Three hundred and seventy-five?!”  A few people had begun to gather, drawn by the flashing display and her panicked demeanor. “Hehehe.”  She chuckled nervously as she eyed her already large chest.  “Oh boy.”

For a second she felt the rumbling of the machine echoed in her chest.  At first, she could just feel them swelling.  A tightness almost like she was taking a deep breath.  “How fucking big is three hundred and seventy cup sizes?”  she thought manically.  Her shirt stretched and shifted over her swelling orbs.  Then the heat started.  As they passed basketballs in size, warmth radiated through her boobs. Her nipples quickly stiffened atop her ever growing bust.  

The crowd continued to gather, drawn by the plumping assets of the brunette.  

Helen wrapped her arms around her growing tits while she still could.  She let her rapidly swelling boobs grow over and under her arms. The soft masses easily deformed.  Her red wrapped bosom rose around her arms like dough.  When they passed beach ball size they finally pushed her linked arms apart. As her freed boobs sprung forward she noticed the crowd for the first time.  

“Oh god, there’s so many of them.  I guess I can give them a good show. For charity.” She rubbed her legs together as her shirt tightened.  Helen collapsed to her knees as her mounds reached exercise ball sizes.  “Mmmm.” Helen moaned as the cold ground hardened her shot-glass sized nubs further. She tried to reach them, only to realize that they were too far away.

“I’ve never been this big before.”  She mused as she rubbed her expanding tits.  Then she heard a strained creak as the shirt finally starting to fail.  It had done its best to hold back the tidal wave of boob, but it could only stretch so far.

The over stretched garment didn’t so much tear as pop and peel back like a balloon, leaving her massive breasts on display for the still growing crowd.

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In a security room a large man with sunglasses spoke to a pimply faced young man.  

“Get another shirt or something out to her and send three more people to help with the crowd.”

“B-but sir!  That was our stretchiest shirt.”  The young man squeaked.

Steadying himself on his desk the man tore off his sunglasses.  “My god.”

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Helen was unaware of all of this.  She only cared that all eyes were on her and she was still growing.  With her back to the building and boobs that must have been four feet in diameter each, the crowd could barely see the rest of her.  As she slid her hands down her pants she was grateful for that bit of privacy.  

The extra bouncers finally arrived and added themselves to the cordon keeping the crowd back.  Just behind them ran Mary, hurrying to rejoin her friend.

“Helen, what the hell? You’re huge!”

“I know!  It’s great.”  She replied between pants.  “I need your help.  I can’t reach my-“  she trailed off.

“What?”  Mary asked with concern, before seeing her partners arms. “Ohhh!”  her eyes went wide as she realized what Helen meant.

Mary circled to the front of the swelling tits that were slowly pushing Helen skyward.  She grabbed a nipple the size of a drinking glass and tugged.

“Yes!”  Came Helen’s ecstatic reply.  “Yes yes yes.”  She mumbled under her breath.  The feeling of the cold concrete under her boobs, the burning heat inside of them, the soft hands tugging at her nipples, and her own hands quickly built her orgasm. Her boobs continued to billow outwards passing five and then six feet, pulling her back upright.  It was too much.  The rippling of her enormous tits signaled her climax to the crowd.  It earned a hearty cheer from many of the men and some of the women.  

Mary returned to her side. “Was it good for you?”  she asked jokingly.

“I- am so- fucking- huge.” Helen replied.  

“I noticed.”  Mary caressed part of the wall of boob flesh in front of her.  “and I’ll admit, I’m a little jealous.”

The heat started to die down and the forgotten kettle’s rumbling dimmed to its usual whir.  Her growth slowed as her breasts passed the seven-foot mark.

“I’m a fucking blimp! It’s great!”  she drunkenly exclaimed.  Finally, her more than man sized bust jiggled to a stop.  “Awww.  So soon?”

“Helen.  It’s been half an hour since this started.  Besides I think we might still be able to get you inside.”

“But I didn’t even get to crush a car.”  Helen said with mock sorrow. “I was this close to learning what it felt like to be Godzilla.”

The other workers began to carefully slide her bust onto a pair of carts.  

“Let’s just get you inside. It’s cold out, and I’m sure you have plenty of clients who want some time with you.  If you’re up for it.”

“You’ve got to try this.” Mary said happily while leaning against her colossal boobs.  “They are so comfy.”  She slowly sank into her chest as she was wheeled back into the club.

The story hit the grid before the end of the hour.  A holiday tale about how much one person’s generosity could change.  Two days later, Helen finally went home with boobs the size of basketballs, richer in cash, experience, Christmas cheer, and tits.  

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Tomorrow i shall rise like the phoenix.

Early in January I suddenly acquired a near-full time job, and it has actually had the opposite effect of what you might think. I've been getting more writting done in my down time at work. I've been stockpiling things for the last two weeks in hopes of being able to post more regularly. I have a two page list of stories that are either ready to be posted, in progress, or ideas. Hopefully i can post something every two days. If that fails i'll go to three. As usual feel free to ask me anything, and hopefully i'll get back to you. Suggestions for writing or constructive criticism are welcome.

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Holiday workload

Everyone has to ramp up production for the holiday season, even food service workers, especially food service workers, especially food service workers in a world where the food comes from the workers.  Sometimes you just need a friend to help you deal with some backlog.  contains: cum inflation, excessive cum, just like so much cum, huge dicks, huge breasts, unrealistic depictions of human anatomy, sweet sweet hot fudge sauce. like literally.  also oral sex,  i think that’s all of it. 

“I’m sorry that you’ve been sick.” Beth said.  “We were just gearing up for the holidays, so I’m sure you’ve got a massive backlog.”

“Yeah.”  Replied Dalton with a pained groan.  “It’s been getting pretty bad.”

“Why don’t I come over and help you out with that?”

“Oh god.  I would love that.”  He panted from the other end of the line.

“Ha!  I’ll see you in a little while.  Bye.”

She hung up and pulled a top on.  It took a minute to stretch the garish sweater over her colossal bust, but once it was firmly in place she set out to help her boyfriend.  As she walked to the bus stop, her mouth watered while she day dreamed about his thick shaft and heavy balls. Both were custom modded for producing, storing, and delivering vast amounts of product for the company.  

A short and jiggly bus ride later she found herself at his door.  She rang the bell and waited, checking her top to make sure she hadn’t sprung any leaks on the way over.  After a moment she heard a soft voice.  

“Come in.”

There was a hint of exasperation in his tone.  “It can’t be that bad, can it?” She thought as she stepped inside.  “Where are you?”  She called.

“Bed-room.”  Came the strained reply.

“Alright maybe it’s a little worse that I thought.” She admitted to herself as she climbed the stairs.  She paused outside the door, imagining her love with beach-ball sized cum tanks.  She licked her lips and pushed the door open.  

The poor pent up man lay on the edge of the bed, furiously working his sixteen inch monster of a cock. Sweat glistened on his pecs and abs, and his arms strained as they ran the length of his girthy shaft. Her real prize lay below, she had been ready for his balls to have swollen to sports equipment sizes.  The reality was something else.  In all their glory, his extra-large beanbag chair sized balls spread out before the bed.

She walked forward in a trance before dropping to her knees.  The blonde hugged one huge ball and buried her face in it.  She could hear his heart beat and the smell of his chocolatey musk was almost overpowering.  She could hear his nuts slosh and rumble as more and more seed was packed into them.  The huge orb was slowly swelling with even more, warm chocolate flavored cum as she licked and rubbed it.  Beside her it’s brother did the same.

She carefully ignored the rational parts of her brain as she worshipped his balls.  “He’s never gotten this big before.”  The milk laden woman thought.  “Not even close.”

Impatient groaning reminded her that Dalton was attached to the monstrous balls.  She looked up at him as he alternated panting and moaning while stroking his throbbing cock.  Her hungry gaze resting on his oversized dick and the precum that flowed freely from its angrily swollen head.

She stood up and shed her clothing as she climbed onto the bed itself.  She got on above him and, facing his member, firmly planted her muff over his face.  Eager for anything, and hornier than hell, he went to work.  His tongue dancing circles around her clit and darting in and out of her folds.

With her eyes on his cock, she hardly noticed his efforts.  Beth opened her mouth wide and dove down onto his shaft.  Already slick with pre, the huge cock slid straight into her throat.  She managed to claim eight inches on her first try.

Behind her his eyes went wide at the sudden tightness and heat engulfing his member.  Her throat bulged obscenely with fat cock.  Without a thought, the heavily modded girl grabbed the edge of the bed and pushed with her legs.  Selflessly trying to contain all of his monster of a cock and the cum that would otherwise flood the room.  His hands were forced from his shaft as her plump lips sank lower.

Soon the whole length was buried in her throat.  She would have smirked at her accomplishment if she had been able.  Instead, she knit her brow in concentration and started dragging herself back up his heavily veined length.  Her hands explored his vast balls ahead of her as the unreasonably busty girl continued her assault.  Beth remained unaware of her hefty milk tanks squeezed between them and how they were leaking onto the bed.  

Dalton was hyper aware of every feeling as she pistoned up and down on him.  The warmth and wetness of her massive bust pressed into his own chest and abs.  the plush softness of her ass around his head, blinding him to her efforts, but piping her heady scent straight to his brain.  Her dainty hands playing over the surface of his hyperactive cum factories. Most of all, the moist warmth and tightness of her throat as it caressed his length, and the sudden coolness of the air as the wet base of his cock was exposed to the air.  

He grabbed her boobs, massaging and trying to milk what he could reach.  Eventually he caught both of her nipples and set about soaking himself and the bed with her flavored cream.  All the while he continued to eat her out.  His pleasure built and built, and the pressure in his balls mounted, looking for a way out.

She dove up and down his length like a woman possessed, engulfed by a single need.  “It’s mine! All of his cum!  It’s mine and I want it!”  She all but screamed in her head.  “Give it to me!”  His shaft started to thicken even further and she knew her prize was near.  A lifetime supply of hot fudge flavored cum, piped straight into her waiting stomach.

She dove down one more time and then his head flared inside of her and his cock bulged to almost twice its already impressive girth.  His balls shuddered as they began to disgorge the boiling lake of their contents.  The flood started and a river of warmth burst into her.  Her belly blew up like someone had put a firehose in her.  

He could feel it immediately make contact with him and start to spread out.  In only a few seconds her spasming cunt had been raised free of his head, only to be quickly replaced by rolling liquid warmth as her belly practically exploded outwards.

Faced with the threat of imminent smothering by his own rapidly growing cum balloon of a girlfriend, he pushed her up and over as he sat up.  He winced as she landed on his rapidly draining balls, but his cock was firmly seated in her throat.

She felt herself shifting and falling as she was flipped over, then she felt plush warmth surround her as she was sandwiched between his huge balls and her rapidly swelling stomach. Pint after pint of thick chocolate cum traveled from Daltons enormous balls below her into her exercise ball sized stomach above.  Gallons of hot extra-thick cum distended her gut further and further.

She relaxed and basked in her victory.  His balls had already shrunk from overstuffed beanbag chairs to mere exercise balls. Meanwhile Beth’s stomach finally passed his balls original beanbag chair size.  Even as full as she was, the force of each shot of cum visibly bulged her belly.

From her view, half the world was her own massive breasts, pushed upwards by the swell below, and half Dalton’s heaving chest.  He leaned forwards and brought a leaking nipple the size of a d battery to his lips, sucking almost as greedily as her.

Her gut kept stretching, her velvety skin pulled ever farther by the largest load that either of them could imagine.  It spread out to the sides and drooped down under its massive weight.  Her belly was starting to look like a water laden weather balloon as his balls finally drained enough to leave the floor.  The pair slid down the rest of the way off the bed, a foot of cock still throbbed and twitched in her throat, but the flow was finally slowing.  

Her stomach stood taller than the bed and almost as wide as she pulled his spurting cock from her, eager to get an actual taste of his seed, and glaze herself with the rest of it. Each spurt was less than a twentieth of what it had been, but it was still more than enough to fill her mouth and then coat her face and tits. He just lay back against the bed and panted now. His balls finally stopped shrinking at basketball size.  After a dozen more spurts his shaft relaxed.  A steady stream of chocolatey delight oozed from his tip for another minute.

The two lay there for a while, he cradled her head in his lap and she freed her hands from under her massive swell and explored the waterbed that she had become.  

“thank you.” He said with a pleased sigh.

“ ‘s no problem.”  She mumbled in response.  “You have to help milk me when this digests.”  She said, patting her belly.

A few more seconds passed before he said.  “I need something to eat.”

“Good idea.”  She looked up at him and grinned.  “I could go for some chocolate.”

An expression of confusion passed his face for a moment and his soft cock twitched below her head as he surveyed his creation.  “More?”

“As much as you have.” She purred.

His balls quivered slightly as his cock rapidly stiffened again.

“And next time I want a lot more than this.”

His cock hit full mast and he jumped up.  “Be right back.” He told her as he left to get a couple glasses of water and some towels.

“Who am I to argue with what the lady wants.”  He thought giddily as he got ready for a long night.