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[your-masked-intruder]

[concernedgrowing]

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[goth-alt-and-e-girls]

[otakujp035]

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[kerneldesouza]

[growth-opportunities]

Dear Growth,

I joined the local dairy to help pay for school (ha) and the pump assistant who would set me up, let's call her J, had me set up with the best milking experience of my life and we spent it shooting the breeze about anime and takeout food, and I hit a new personal expression best to boot! If I'm interested in making this a regular thing, and possibly taking this outside of work, what are the best practices here? Her job is in Hucow hospitality, so maybe it's weird for me to ask her out, and I don't want to make trouble on her end if there's a work/client power imbalance to consider. Am I too in my own head about this, or is a cow girl/ranch hand romance doomed to be a pump and dump?

Romcom Cow

Dear RomCow,

I'm gonna be real with you: this is a tricky one. She works in hospitality. Her job is to be friendly with people, which is especially important in an industry that caters to something so intimate. You wouldn't want your udders to be handled and milked by someone unfriendly, right? While I am rooting for the two of you, there's a very real chance that she was just polite.

That being said, I don't want you to give up! There's just as much chance that you're at the start of something very real and it'd be a waste not to at least give it a shot! The first step is to go back. See if you can specially request J as your pump assistant and let her know that you did! Don't be afraid to flirt a little and see if she flirts back. It might feel weird to flirt while she's casually groping and grabbing and moving your udders, but you have to try. Make a point to get her to open up about herself. If she starts to pull back or tries to keep a more professional distance, that's your sign to back off. It's okay, no harm done. That's your answer.

If she doesn't and she leans into it, you can start building a path towards friendship. That's where you'll want to go first. That's how you bridge the gap from the milking room to real life. Once you know what she likes, you can try to find something she might be interested in! If you know she's a fiend for Thai food and there's a new Thai place opening up, you can float the idea of checking it out together! If an anime the two of you both like is getting a movie, you can ask her if she wants to see it together! It'll probably wind up being one of those "not a date, haha, unless..." situations and those can be a little awkward, but it won't be if the chemistry is there.

The real test comes after you've started hanging and have seen each other socially a few times. You should still be going to see her professionally while this is all going on, but on one of your social outings, do not milk yourself before hand. In fact, try to go without milking yourself for as long as you can before your get-together. You'll arrive swollen and engorged, maybe even leaking. Your udders will be bulging over the cups of your bra and stretching out your shirt to near transparency. Brush it off. Say it's fine. Tell her not to worry about it. By the end of it, she'll have no choice but to worry about it. It might be a little painful and you'll definitely start leaking, so don't wear anything that can't get milk stains on it. She's not going to let her friend walk around like that. She'll invite you back to her place so she can milk you. You're going to make a lot and it's going to feel good so you might embarrass yourself and that's okay! You're deepening your friendship and your relationship. If you're lucky, if all goes well, she'll finally be tempted enough to drink your milk, maybe even drink it straight from the tap. Once she gets her lips around your nipple and suckles on your massive, swollen udder, you're in!

Or, you know, you could just talk to her and ask her. But that's less fun.

Best of luck,

Growth Opportunities

[goth-alt-and-e-girls]

[growth-opportunities]

Proposal: someone adjusts their bust and height like statistics in a video game tree. IE: they’re doing tasks to level up snd putting those points into their boobs and height

As much as you told yourself otherwise, it wasn't exactly your average titfuck. the way she encouraged you was rather odd. Dirty talk can vary from person to person and you were enjoying it enough to not be an issue, but she seemed very insistent on making you cum with her tits, not for your sake, but for hers. She looked up at you with a sultry look and kept saying things like "That's right, baby, cum right between them. Fill up my cleavage. I just need one more. Give it to me. I just need one more!" It was weird, especially when one thought about it in relation to the fact that she only wanted to give you a titfuck, refusing to do anything else, but it certainly wasn't a deal breaker. The other main way it sat apart from every other titfuck you had ever gotten was the sheer enormity of her tits. They were gigantic, looking even larger as she dragged them out of the overworked bra they had been bulging out of and feeling larger still as she wrapped them around your cock and slid them up and down your shaft.

Her skill with her tits was unmatched and it didn't take long before you tensed your hips and thrust them forward, shooting thick ropes of cum into her cleavage. The pressure of her hands squeezing her breasts from the sides forced your cum to bubble up to her cleavage, filling it like a small, milky white pool. You had never seen anyone react to a successful titfuck with the kind of excitement she expressed, openly celebrating it like a victory. So pleased with herself was she that she seemed to glow. You blinked. Wait, no, she was actually glowing! A pale, golden light danced across her skin, quickly fading as she excitedly stood up, letting your cum-slick cock slide free. She pumped her fist in the air with a victorious grunt, sending her massive tits swaying.

"Fuck yes! That's how you do it! Getting both is going to give me so many upgrade points..."

For a moment, you thought that the post-orgasmic bliss was just making it hard to tell what was going on, but the clarity set in shortly afterwards and, no, this didn't make any kind of sense. "Uh... what? Upgrade? What are you talking about?"

She talked as if every word she said absolutely insane. "I'm on a tits-only challenge run right now. You were the tenth person I got off with my tits this week and you put me over the edge for the next Cumulative Cumshots on Tits milestone! Those two achievements gave me enough experience to level up, too! Oh, man, I am just rolling in it! The challenge run goes until the end of the month, so all of these upgrade points are going right back into these big, juicy udders! High score table, here I come!"

Her explanation only raised more questions. Who was keeping track of this? How does one 'level up' from titfucking? What the hell was she talking about?

You didn't have time to ask any of those questions before her body started to glow again. This time, however, it seemed to shimmer in a pale, pearlescent rainbow. Gradually at first but rapidly picking up speed, her tits swelled outwards. They grew bigger, rounder, fuller, standing prouder and perkier on her chest despite their immense size. At first, you thought it was just her presence in the room feeling stronger, but you quickly realized she was actually getting taller, too. It wasn't a lot of extra height, maybe an inch or two, but the effect was dramatic. WeGrowing in proportion with the rest of her body as it grew in tandem just made her breasts expand faster. After a few seconds, the light faded and she breathed out a satisfied sigh. Soft flesh overflowed her hands as she scooped her large breasts from underneath. Watching the jiggle made her giggle, which just made them jiggle more. Her breasts held her attention so totally that it almost seemed like she had forgotten you were there. She hadn't, though, and the suddenness with which she turned her attention towards you made you jump.

She raised her arms above her head, letting her breasts hang free, and sauntered towards you. The swaying and bouncing of her breasts and hips were hypnotic. Before you knew it, she was standing, looming over you. A single finger tilted your chin up, moving your attention from her expanded chest to her face. "You know, there's an achievement for getting the same guy off with your tits five times in one night. The bonuses for that one are huge." She arched her back and pushed her chest forward, the clearest example of huge she could think of. "I don't think my clothes are going to fit me now, so I might have trouble finding someone else. And we've already got one down, so for you, it's only four more to go." She leaned in, pressing herself against you, nearly pushing you back into the bed. Your cock began to stir, brushing against the warmth and softness of her thigh. A smile spread across her face and sent a chill up your spine. "What do you say, stud? How many you got left in you? At least one more. But I'm sure I can get the rest."

[growth-opportunities]

Dear Growth,

What are my options if I’d want to be smaller up top for work, exercise and every day life, and absolutely massive for private time and date nights?

Indecisive Stealth Bomber

Dear Indecisive,

I'm going to level with you. To say that your options are "limited" would be putting it lightly. The way I see it, you basically have two ways you could do something like that and neither of them are ideal.

The first—and more effective—of the two options is that you could find a friend to act as your Safety Deposit Boobs. When you need to be smaller up top, you just transfer your colossal udders to her and then transfer them back when it's time for some fun. The complicated part isn't the magic to do the transfer; as long as you can get your hands on the ingredients, the magic itself is pretty easy. Your friend, your designated titty bank, might have something to say about it, though. She'll likely have "work, exercise, and everyday life" things to do, too, and she'll need to do most of them at the same time you do. You'll need to find someone who wants to have a pair of gigantic, bouncing udders in the office or on the treadmill and then wants to be nearly flat chested for dates and whatever else. Otherwise, if she needs them at the same time you do, you might wind up with a mu-titty mutiny! It'll be hard to explain to the person you're seeing when you show up for the third date and the gigantic boobs they're anticipating aren't there.

The other option would be to keep your huge tits all the time and just try your best to keep them contained. Layer up as many sports bras as you can, wear thick and heavy outfits, switch to a workout routine with less cardio. But we both know that's only going to do so much. For as big as you want to be, they'll still be huge no matter how much you try to squish them down and, while they might not bounce up and smack you in the face, they're still going to jiggle and slosh in their tight confines. Plus, there's the whole thing with needing to breathe, which gets harder with all that tit strapped so tightly to your chest. The relief you'll feel when you can finally let your boobs breathe will be immense, but it probably won't be worth the discomfort and those deep, red lines left by your tight clothes.

There is a third way, though. Personally, it's what I'd recommend. The best way to handle it, in my opinion, is to simply reject the first half of the equation and embrace being busty 'round the clock. Don't be afraid to be the center of attention! When you're doing the butterfly press at the gym and everyone is gawking at your humongous udders being squished between your arms, take it as a compliment! They either want to be you or want to be with you and neither of those are bad things! Sure, you might be a bit of a distraction at the office with those big things wobbling around, but it'd be foolish not to put your biggest assets to use, right? And if you can embrace them during the day, then, at night, when you're settling in for your date wearing a dress cut so deep that every soft, tantalizing inch of your cleavage is on display, you'll feel so much more comfortable and confident and at home in your curves. Go as big as you can handle and then let your life adjust around them. You'll be much better off for it.

And, if you embrace your tits instead of trying to hide them or get rid of them half the time, you'll feel so much better about your desire to get even bigger!

Sincerely,

Growth Opportunities

[milky-house-deactivated20240111]

[cnc-connect1]

Their pussies don’t lie. Look how wet she fucking is. Loving it.

[stupidbabypig]

that must feel so pathetic 😭

[secretenoraa]

Instagram: secret.enoraa

[growth-opportunities]

Possessive best friend doesn't like that the reader is being distant to her, so she uses her addictive milk to ensure that they never leave!

"But what about me! You're really going to throw away years- decades of our friendship just because, what, some two-bit tramp batted her eyelashes at you? No, no, no. I can't accept that. I won't accept it. Look what she's done to you! We used to be so tight. We used to text each other all day, every day. You were the first person I woke up to and the last person I thought about before falling asleep. Now I just stare at my phone screen and feel my heart twisting, waiting for a text that'll never come. You used to text me back right away and now it can take, what, ten minutes? Fifteen? God forbid, twenty?! Can't you see she's trying to isolate you from me? She's trying to come between us, forcing distance between us, and I will not allow it. But, don't worry, I'll make sure you don't miss her.

"I know how much you love big, juicy titties. That's probably why you wend for her, right? Those sloshy milkers on her chest? Well, look what I've done! Ta-dah! A pair of sloshy milkers of my own, even bigger than hers! Now, you won't need her anymore! You can have me! We don't have to date or whatever, but any time you wanna play with some mega milkers, some juicy jigglers, some fat fucking tits, you can play with mine! Grope 'em, suck on 'em, making 'em bounce and wobble! Do whatever you want! I grew them just for you! I'm sure that, once you get a feel for these, you'll forget all about ol' whats-her-name.

"This is a lot to take in all at once and I'm sure you're feeling all mixed up, but I'm doing this out of love! I just... I miss my bro! I miss my bro, you know? It's not fair that your girlfriend gets to hog you all to herself. I'm just trying to even the playing field! And I've made sure that you have to spend at least some time with me. I wasn't kidding when I said I had grown some milkers. What did you think of your coffee? Hehe, nice and sweet? Don't worry, the milk was locally sourced! It's good, right? One might even say... addictive? You might not feel it now, since it's been so soon since your last dose, but you'll feel it soon. Milk so good that you have to come back to me for it. If you thought it tasted good in your coffee, just imagine how good it'll taste sucked straight from the source! You can do it while we watch anime together or play video games or do whatever! As long as I'm with my best friend, that's all that matters to me."

[nite-pants]

Sweet princess releasing her tension into her pull up

[shanks]

rororo

[growth-opportunities]

College growth parties were something else.

Common sentiment held that Gamma-Rho-Omega recruited only outrageously busty women. One simply had to look at the kinds of women who graduated, their hot pink motorboards only being the second more obvious indication of their membership. The bouncing of their gargantuan tits couldn't be hidden by their loose graduation gowns. But that wasn't the whole story. In reality, most of those women joined their sorority with C cups or smaller. Gamma-Rho-Omega didn't recruit women with huge tits; they recruited women with potential.

On the last night of Rush Week, the sorority holds a party. Attendance is by invitation only, a mixture of potential new members and a small handful of friendly fraternities. To be invited to this party was a sign of immense status on campus. Entire rivalries could spring up or shift depending on which houses got to go and which ones were left out. As soon as you enter, you can feel the electric anticipation in the air. Everyone is having a good time, drinking and hanging out, mixing and mingling. Really, though, they're all just waiting. They know it'll happen; someone is going to be first. They just don't know who or when.

At some point during the night, the chapter president brings out Theodora's Gift. So the legend goes, Theodora Pierce was a biochemistry student and Recruitment Chair for their chapter a few decades ago. After years of declining numbers, she was searching desperately to grow their membership and, well, she found it. The pale blue tincture, still made using Theodora's original recipe, mixes easily into the punch bowl without altering taste or color or odor. The rushes don't know when it gets added, but that's part of the fun. A signal goes out to the Executive Board that the Gift has been "bestowed" and then it's their turn to wait. But they rarely have to wait long.

An excited scream rings out from one of the bedrooms upstairs. Everyone in the party knows what that means: it's started. While it doesn't always translate to membership, being the first to grow at one of these parties is considered a positive sign. She gropes her tits as they swell, stretching out her shirt and bulging over the cups of her bra. She knows that everyone's waiting to see her, but she holds them in suspense a few moments longer, both for the drama of it and to see how big she can get before she has to show someone. By the time she emerges, her B cup bra is struggling to hold back tits twice as big as they had been when she arrived and the buttons of her shirt are struggling.

There's a small contingency waiting outside the bedroom to congratulate her, but the crowd isn't as big as she expected. She had missed her moment. Bouncing down the stairs threatens to break her bra but she needs to know where everyone is! She pushes her way through the crowd in the living room only for her jaw to drop when she sees what's holding everyone's attention. Empty, red cups are strewn about the floor, their contents stolen and drained in seconds by the greedy girl in the center of the circle. Her bra rests near her chin, her tits broken free of it and propping it up on her chest. Her tits rest in her lap, swollen and huge and, much to the delight of the crowd, still visibly growing. The first girl grits her teeth.

It's not fair. It's not fair. That phrase burns into her mind as she pushes back out of the crowd. As she makes her way, she can hear the excited cries of women all around her, their growth finally kicking in, echoed by the cheers of the men in attendance. She throws herself into a chair, huffing at her breasts, now only slightly larger than her head. She gropes them angrily, disappointed, dejected, feeling her hopes for the future slipping away. Luckily for her, her pity party is in just the right spot for her to watch the president sneak out and add a few more drops of the Gift to the new batch of punch. Her heart races. Her- shit!

The president suddenly turns to look at her and she jumps. A soft chuckle shakes the president's immense chest, winking to the disappointed girl as she adds a few more drops. The president comes over and lays a hand on her shoulder. "It's not always about size. It's not always about being first. Sometimes, if you want something, you have to be willing to take it. Theodora Pierce did." The president slinks off with a smile on her face, but the first grower can't see it. She's locked in on the now ignored punch bowl, double dosed with the Gift. Her mouth watered. Her chest fluttered. God, she was going to be so drunk and so hungover in the morning. But she was also going to be so fucking big.

[jayaury]

Don't think of it as your girlfriend being corrupted into a gorgeous beembo drone.

Think of it as her becoming flirtier.

More affectionate.

More delicious as you lick the honey off her bare skin.

She's still herself.

She's just bustier.

Sweeter.

And has lots of wonderful, blonde sisters who can't get enough of cuties who stumble into the hive, so drunk on beembo honey they can't resist.

Can't escape.

Can only sink under their kisses.

Sink into their breasts.

Sink into the honeypot until their minds are gooey, golden, and melty.

So happy and moaning as beembos kiss them.

Stroke them.

Sink them deeper.

Deeper.

Deeper until they're just a sweet, obedient drone for silly, giggly beembo babes...

[growth-opportunities]

There is a post you made about a girl whom gets addicted to growth after her genetics only destined her to have C cups. She buys every growth supplement and hormone that she could buy on the internet until the amount of residual hormones ‘ignited like pyrite and thermite on a fire’. It is probably my favorite story of yours. Even the picture you chose to pair with it was chefs kiss. I would love to see a slightly tweaked version of that story where a girl with a completely flat chest strives to reach a C cup but finds that nothing she buys works. Much in a similar way to the girl in the original story, she then takes to buying every supplement and hormone she can buy online in hopes of achieving her dream size of a modest C cup (she thinks big boobs are for bimbos and she is no bimbo) but, also much like the girl in the original story story, experiences an explosive second puberty that causes her to grow immobilizing breasts that she doesn’t want. She would be scared, upset, and even ashamed for a while but eventually realizes how amazing they make her feel. She starts to shift from a modest prude to a bimbo who can’t stop touching herself all due to her massive, immobilizing breasts becoming more and more of who she is.

Just an idea inspired by your original story. If it strikes you, I would love to see what kind of story and/or image pairing you could conjure with it. 💋

P.s. your work is so good, it’s why I made a tumblr.

Goodness, you flatter me! Thank you very much for the kind words! I'm always a bit astonished at the idea that I could be inspirational, but I'm very glad that you found me to be so! And I'm glad you joined us! I really like your idea, too!

Addison sat up in bed and was immediately pulled back down. The impact back onto the soft mattress made the colossal udders that sat on either side of her slender torso jiggle and slosh like they were full of water or, more accurately, full of milk. A deep, frustrated groan built in her chest, rising with her anger. These stupid fucking udders! God, she fucking hated them! She just wanted C cups! She just wanted to not be flat as a board! But they never stopped growing, never stopped swelling, never stopped engorging with- Shit.

A damp spot near her fingertips reminded Addison that her little pity party had a time limit. If she was to go about her day, she'd need to milk her udders, another huge fucking waste of her time that wouldn't be necessary with the cute breasts she had wanted. Sliding off the side of her bed nearly brought her crashing to the ground. The swing and hang of her boulder-like tits threatened to drag her off her feet and, as much as she hated to admit it, she knew it was only a matter of time before they did. She could practically feel them growing and, while engorging with milk overnight made it hard to tell, she knew she was waking up bigger than when she went to sleep.

With gravity pulling in a new direction, Addison had to fight back against the instinctive letdown that her gargantuan udders wanted. She needed to get over to her breast pumps first. While she could have moved the milking station closer to her bed, she refused to do so on principle. She refused to let her tits take over her life. Every inch of ground they took was wrested from her by force and she wasn't ready to surrender. She wasn't some big titty bimbo, after all. She never wanted to be bigger than a D cup. She had read online that DD tits start to cross into the territory where you have more tits than brains and the thought of that had been sickening. Now, she tried her best not to think about it, especially as she all but dragged her enormous udders across the room. Each heavy footfall sent her tits wobbling and swinging and every time they clapped together, however lightly, Addison tensed. She ignored the light patter of her leaking milk hitting the floor. She refused to acknowledge her tits in any way. She wasn't a bimbo. She was better than this. She-

The world spun and the ground slid out from underneath Addison's foot. Stepping right into a puddle of her own milk, she slipped, gravity finally winning out. Thankfully for Addison, there was a table there to help catch her fall. Unfortunately for Addison, she landed on the table tit-first. Between the weight of her own body and the force of the fall, she squeezed her tit against the table a milk fired like a jet from her nipple. Despite herself, despite everything, Addison howled out a moan. With a pathetic look on her face, she glanced at the milk now gushing from her tit and then over to the milking station. It was just a few feet away, but she told herself it was too late. She was just going to have to do it manually.

As she wrapped her hand around her nipple, having to really reach around to the other side of her udder, another moan trumpeted from Addison's throat. "Fuuuuck! Fuck these fucking udders! They're so fucking biiiiig!" Each squeeze sent milk spraying out and waves of pleasure washing over her. Her arousal was like a spring. Shame and denial had wound it up right and now all that pent-up energy was being released. One tit rested on the table while the other hung down from her chest, the perfect spot for her to push her hips forward and grind against it. "Uughnn, fuuuuuck! My huge, milky titties are turning me into a fucking bimbo cow! I've got more tits than brains ten times over!"

Slightly repositioning her hips wedged her tit between them and the side of the desk. Once she knew it wasn't going anywhere, her hips started to move in earnest. Each thrust came a little bit faster than the last. Milk splattered at her feet. "I didn't want these fucking udders for this exact reason! They're turning me into a boobie-obsessed slut! Can't go more than a few hours without milking my huge udders! Can't go outside without everyone gawking at my gargantuan, slutty titties! Everyone wants to touch them! Squeeze them! Suck on them! Drink from them! I should just give in and fucking let them!"

With a sudden lurch, Addison's body bent forward. Her face was smothered by her own udder, perfect to muffle the lewd scream that ripped out of her throat. Her hips started to properly swing, the steady sound of her thighs clapping against her tit filling the air. Her face was red when she lifted it up again and hair matted to her forehead, but her eyes were rolled almost completely back. She bit her lip. "I should just give up being normal and enjoy them while I can! I won't fucking stop growing! I'm gonna get bigger and bigger until I can't even fucking lift them anymore! Then all I'll be able to do is hump! My! Fucking! Udders! All! Fucking! DAY!"

Addison punctuated each word by doing exactly that, finishing by squeezing her breast between her thighs. Her hands kneaded all the tit she could reach. Her throat was hoarse. She was so fucking close. "I'm just tits! I'm just fucking tits! Not Addison! Not Addie! No future! No life! Just tits! Just big, huge, gigantic, jiggly, juicy, milky TITS!"

Orgasm shot through her body, tensing every muscle as it went. Milk sprayed like a loose hydrant from her nipples. Addison wasn't thinking about the mess. She wasn't thinking about anything. All she could do was feel the overwhelming pleasure, the pleasure she despised, the pleasure given to her by the tits that were improving ruining her life. After a few minutes, she collapsed. Her legs gave out and she slid back from the desk, landing in a big, white puddle. Her mind was hazy. She gasped for air, clawing it desperately into her lungs. Her own name floated lazily in her mind and she tried to reach for it but it just kept slipping away. "Tits" was so much easier to remember. How could she forget when hers are so fucking big?