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@imjustudders
call me whatever name you’d like. i’m 21 and use she/it pronouns. i’m into any gender, i am every gender but in kink i’m mostly a girl (derogatory)
kinks: hucow, lactation, breeding, breast expansion, bimbofication, patriarchy, misogyny, fauxcest, hypnosis, pregnancy, body modification, amputation, cnc, snuff, etc
limits: zoo, feet, scat, piss, graphic feederism (weight gain elements are ok in moderation)
i try to answer most asks but usually don’t respond to dms
Engorged and pregnant
i want to get pregnant over and over so many times that my nipples become unrecognizably thick and swollen, to the point where they can really only accurately be called "teats" like a cow's. an inch or two long at least and always rock hard, making the idea of wearing a shirt laughable, and the idea of wearing a binder unthinkable. the pressure and friction would just be too much for my poor teats. my teats should always be ready for random public use, everyone knowing what a "boy" with such obscene udders is good for: milking and fucking, and nothing more.
AmbercatB8
Remember girls
You have udders
Large fat milk filled udders
Good example of air humping. I do this to start my cocksleeve lubing up.
can you do more more unwilling/forced growth🙏🙏
I can, but I don't think you're going to like it. See, I assume you wrote this because you wanted to read about someone being forced to grow. And, well, the first person I can think of in that scenario whose growth would be most unwanted would be you.
Struggling against the straps that hold your arms above your head does nothing but chafe and bruise your wrists. With a matching set of straps around your ankles, you're not leaving this table until your captor wants it. You have no idea who's brought you to this place, or even where "this place" is. There are no windows, no clocks, just a single fluorescent light overhead and a heavy metal door in the far corner. You nearly drove yourself hoarse screaming for help when you first woke up, but there was no response. Whether the walls were too think or there was simply no one else around you to hear your cries, it hardly matters. You're trapped now, helpless against the person who brought you here.
You don't even know who it is. They're fully adorned in surgical gear, gloves and gown and mask and hairnet, leaving you only their eyes and their forehead as a way to recognize them. You don't even know how high off the ground the slab is, so you have no way of knowing how tall their are, either. It might not even matter; they could be a complete stranger. There are moments, when you look into their eyes, that you think you might know them, but there's no way of knowing for sure. That might just be hope. No matter how much you yell at them, berate them, plead with them, their only response is a brief, pitiful look, and then back to tinkering with their equipment.
A loud, metallic click makes you jump and, as an electric whir fills the room, the machine slowly begins pumping out fluid. Your eyes follow it as it moves through the plastic hose to join the IV drip feeding into your left wrist. Preempting your inevitable protest, your captor places a gloved, surprisingly strong hand on your arm, pinning it in place as the liquid makes its way into your blood stream. Your heart begins to thunder in your chest, panic and adrenaline flooding your system. You want to fight, you want to flee, but you can do neither, just flexing your hand in a vain attempt to grab the plastic tubing.
At first, you think the fluttering in your chest is just from the fear, but it quickly morphs into a sort of pressure and, strangely enough, it doesn't seem to be coming from inside your chest, but on top of it. You pick your head up and look down. Your hospital gown shifts. Maybe its your breathing. You hold your breath, your heartbeat making your whole body tremble. The pressure only grows and, with it, your gown starts to bulge outward. You can feel the thin material dragging over your chest. It feels foreign. It feels sickening. It feels strangely good in a way that you're not ready to admit. You shift your torso, watching the bulge in your gown not just shake, but wobble.
Your head snaps up to your captor, demanding your release, begging to know what's happening to you, but they simply pat your head. You shut your eyes and tell yourself it's a fantasy, a dream, a nightmare. None of this is real. You're at home, in bed, where you're safe and you're definitely not growing a pair of enormous, gigantic-
RRIIIIIIPPP!
TITS!
Your eyes shoot open at the sound of your hospital gown shredding open. When they were just lumps under a paper-thin cover, you could lie to yourself, imagine they were something else. But now you can see them. You can see how they slope upward, soft and full, to a pair of swollen, throbbing nipples. The harsh overhead light creates small shadows in the tiny valleys of stretchmarks that lead outward from your chest. And now that you can see them, your mind has no choice but to finally feel the full weight of them, sitting heavy on your chest. Each deep, panicked breath causes them to rise and fall, to wobble and shift, still steadily growing bigger. You have no idea how big they might be; you've only ever seen tits like this from the front, from pictures and videos burned into your mind. You never thought you'd see them like this, let alone the idea that they'd be your own. An instinct you didn't know you had activates and you attempt to reach our to touch them, only to fail and remind yourself that you're still strapped in.
The first sounds out of your mouth are thin and try. As you swallow, all of the anger and fury in your voice from earlier is gone; only fear remains. "How... how big am I going to get?"
Their eyes narrow slightly and it takes you a moment to realize that their response, behind their surgical mask, is a simple, horrifying smile.
“Guhhhhh…boobies all biiiig…” I grin stupidly, my mind shrinking as my pecs grow, bigger and bigger, more and more sensitive. “Mmmm…soooo biiiig…mind allll goonnnne…mmmm…mmmmoooooo…”
A long, low moo leaves my mouth, bringing a rush of pleasure with it. “Huhuhu, like, mmmmoooooooo…” I chuckle, mindlessly playing with my huge udders, rubbing my big sensitive nipples. “Mmmmoooooooooo…mmmmmoooooooooooo…mmmmmmmoooooooooooooooooo…”
Going crosseyed with the pleasure, I continue to fondle my udders with one hand while rubbing my dripping cunt with the other. I’m so busy mooing and rubbing my mind away that I barely even notice a sexy man enter the room, calling me his good little dairy cow, then attaching two pumps to my udders.
That wonderful tingling sensation gets stronger and stronger. “Mooooo, mooooo” is all I can say as my owner milks me like the dumb cow I am. No thoughts, no worries, just mindless arousal and endless milking sessions. Mooooo mooooo mooooo.
Julie took one look at the photo of herself and started crying. She was overdue and done. Absolutely, 100% done. At 41 weeks pregnant, she felt like an aching beached whale. Every part of her was in discomfort. From her shoulders right down to her swollen feet and ankles. She just felt so heavy. Her breasts were heavy. Her thighs felt heavy. Her poor expanded hips felt heavy. And her belly. Most of all her poor belly. What was once a flat tummy she would flaunt was now a fecund orb, heavy with child. She was simply too big. Too big and too pregnant. Overdue and almost painfully swollen.
She sat down on the bed, her huge belly forcing her legs apart as it reached to her inner thighs and near her knees. Her taxed hips twinged in discomfort. She tried to change position but the movement caused the baby to stir. He kicked her hard from inside and began to stir himself, trying to find comfort in her taxed womb. Julie winced in pain and it set her off again with her tears. She cradled her heavy belly and sobbed “Please- mommy needs you out- mommy’s too big…..please….” in response the baby kicked her again and Julie moaned.
Desperate to feel anything besides her discomfort, she spread her legs wider and tried to angle her small hand as best as she could around her hemisphere like belly. She didn’t know if it was the hormones or the ever growing frustration at her swollen condition, she just knew she needed to alleviate herself in any way she could. Her fingers ran through the thicket of hair she had grown between her legs and she found her thick and fatty vulva lips. She spread her lips slightly and ran her fingers up her slit. Her fingers came away sticky and wet. She felt betrayed by her own body. Here she was, miserable and hurting, and she was somehow wet. She always seemed wet the closer it came to having the baby. In her frustration, she plunged two of her fingers back inside of herself as best as she could and tried to massage her swollen pussy.
Julie just wanted to feel good again. Wanted just a moment of relief. She touched her sopping wet sex and thought about the sex she used to have when she was thin and light. How good it had felt riding her husbands cock with his hands on her hips as he thrust in deeper. How amazing she felt when he had her legs over his shoulders and drove into her. She thought about - anything other than being a huge, gravid pregnant mess. She fingered herself harder as if she could coax the baby out that way. She just wanted her body back. To feel light again. to feel beautiful. To feel good……
The baby rolled in her belly and Julie knew it was no use. Even if she could cum, it would be disappointing and small. But she was now aroused and couldn’t hold it back. She pressed both hands against her kettle drum of a belly and cried out in desperation “PLEASE!” She moaned “Please, get out of mommy!” She continued crying as her hand drifted back to her swollen pussy. She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed something more. She was huge. So cumbersome and big. So close to dropping. About to pop-
She realized she needed her husband home. And she needed him now.
Brian rushed home after talking to Julie, afraid something terrible had happened to upset her. Or worse, something happened to the baby. they were all set to have her induced in four days. He rushed through the front door and up the stairs to their bedroom. He quickly opened the door and he could smell the Julie all around him. He looked at her in the bed and almost immediately got hard despite himself.
Julie laid there, propped up in bed, with her thick thighs spread, working her fingers on herself as best as she could. Brian could see how wet she was as she had soaked the bed under her. He looked up and saw that her heavy breasts were openly leaking milk. Sweat and milk ran down her tits and her huge pregnant belly. He looked at her and she almost looked half mad. her scent was overpowering.
“Please” she said. “please fuck me.” She was almost begging. “I need him out.” She locked eyes with her husband. “ Fuck this baby out of me. Break my water with your cock” He noticed the baby kicking up a storm in her belly.
Are you ok with anons sending in fantasies if its to do with kinks that you're into?
Of course!
Poor girl her empty, aching pussy is leaking before her big cow teats.
What she really needs is to be locked in a spreader bar so big bull cocks can have access to her fakeboy pussy. Want to be branded like a cow? Have a man's cum brand your womb when he makes you a mommy you can spend all day squirting milk out of your cow tits like a braindead slut!
Everyone will realize you're a delusional fakeboy when you can't fit even the largest binder on anymore, all you do is walk around with a wet shirt and panties from your leaky tits and pussy.
nnmh pleaaase please knock me up like this, i just got so horny reading this i’m dripping and humping the air like an animal 😣 nothing would be better than being a slutty bred cow mommy who spends all day pumping my teats and taking cock in my whore cunt
its so humiliating how the instant i lift my shirt up my teats harden in anticipation of being pumped … even without milk in them my cow udders know what their my purpose is ❤️ and it makes me so so wet
Your place is on the floor, drooling all over your tits, begging for my attention.
Reblog to grow massive balloon breasts
Waitress really wondering if the pay is worth all the requests she gets for fresh milk in the coffee.
Julie sat on the wooden stool, arms crossed over her chest and legs crossed to match, as the familiar scent of coffee floated into the back room from behind the bar. Her fingers drummed on her arm as she watched her coworker tinker with the small machine, occasionally glancing at the hose that stuck out from one side. Her nipples stiffened despite herself, acting on memory and instinct.
"This is entirely unfair, you know." She reached up and brushed her black-and-purple hair out of her eyes. "I have a degree! I shouldn't have to do this. It's discriminatory, is what it is! Just because I'm the only woman at this shop, doesn't mean I should have to go through... Through... This!" She gestured angrily at the pumps before crossing her arms again, huffing defiantly.
Harrison took a deep sigh, mentally preparing himself to have, yet again, the same conversation he had with Julie at least twice a week. "You're right. Sure! You're absolutely right. Sorry, you're the only one with actual tits here. Maybe you should have done what I did and had yours chopped off before you started working here." He leaned over the pump, featuring at the frustrated barista, wrench in hand. "But you didn't think about that before you signed the agreement, did you? You just saw 'employee will earn 90% of tips on all orders containing Fresh Milk™' and you signed on the dotted line." A sly grin crept over Harrison's lips. "Not to mention, I don't hear you complaining when I flip that little switch." He cleared his throat and raised his pitch, letting his eyes cross and his tongue loll out. "Oh! Yes! Ah! I'm m-making so much milk! It's sucking so hard on my thick, juicy udders!" As his grin returned, wider than before, he gave his now deeply blushing coworker a wink and a kiss. Julia, cheeks near bruising, huffed and turned her head.
"W-whatever. Shut up. Can we just get this over with? I'm just about full to bursting with Company Resources over here and I'd really like to not soak through my clothes."
His grin fell to a subtle smirk as Harrison returned his focus to the machine in front of him. "Fine, fine, I think I'm done with the capacity upgrades, so we should be good to go." He shrugged his shoulders. "It's popular stuff, I guess." His hand wrapped around the hose near where it met the machine and dragged along its length, finding the suction cups on the far end. With his free hand, he flipped the switch on the machine and it whirred to life, Harrison testing the suction in the cups with his thumbs. "All set on my side. Your turn, Bessie."
Julie resented the nickname, however fitting it might be. Little grumbles bubbled out of her as she lifted the steps of her apron over her head and let it fall forward. Her fingers fiddled with the buttons on her shirt, the struggle made more difficult with how tight they were pulled. The temptation to say Screw It, slip her fingers into one of the diamond gaps, and pull until buttons scattered across the floor grew stronger as her frustration mounted. The only thing that kept her grounded was the thought that, if she got any bigger, she wouldn't even need to use her hands. She closed her eyes, steeling herself against any comment Harrison might make about the fact that she was wearing a nursing bra, having to find the corner clasps in the dark before peeling down the cups of her bra.
Harrison swallowed. God, Julia's tits had become massive. He had noticed they were big early on, in a random moment when Julie smoothed down her apron over her stomach, but they had easily doubled in size since then. He didn't know how big the bra was, potentially in the K-cup range (appropriate, for a coffee shop) but with the way her tits bulged around the straps, deep red lines left in Julie's pale skin, he could tell that it wasn't enough, especially when she was engorged like this. Her nipples had to be as big as two of his fingers put together, swollen both from the growth and from Julie's regular milking. A quiet ahem! snapped Harrison out of his daze and brought him back to what he was supposed to be doing. He tried and failed to keep his hands from trembling as he brought the suction cups towards Julie's nipples.
"Well? You waiting for an embossed invitation? Get those things on- OOUUGGHH! Fuuuuuck!"
The suction dragged Julie's nipples into the cups, milk rushing out from her swollen tits. She doubled over, her hands gripping her knees until her knuckles turned white. As shameful as it was, the pleasure that washed over her made Harrison's teasing expression remarkably accurate. "Oh God... What did I let them do to me... They gave me these huge fucking udders!"
Harrison quickly rushed over to the door, slamming it shut in an effort to keep Julie's erotic rambling from reaching the customers.
"They turned me into a cow! I was supposed to be an artist! This was supposed to be a survival job! And now I have these massive milkers!" Julie thrust her chest forward, throwing her head back. Blush crept into Harrison's cheeks as he watched his objectively very pretty coworker in the throes of passion. Milk rushed into the cups and down the hose, filling the canister stuck into the side. Even with the capacity upgrades, it seemed to be filling awfully fast. A moan from Julie brought Harrison back to the show she was putting on. Her hands gripped the sides of her swollen breasts, squeezing to encourage her milk to flow.
"Mmmf, fuuuuuck, my tits are so fucking big! I make so much milk! I'm a fucking COW!" Harrison braced himself for the moan that he was sure would follow, but it didn't come. Julie's eyes rolled back. Her jaw dropped open. Her tongue hung loosely from her lips. But no sound came out, her throat too tense from the orgasm that was overwhelming her. The pumps just barely kept the suction cups from filling with milk, whisking it away as fast as it could.
Finally, Julie collapsed. As the orgasm faded, it took her strength with it. She slumped forward, breathing heavily, hair matted to her forehead with sweat. Harrison wanted to comfort her or at least check if she was okay, but he was worried she might topple over entirely. He tried to distract himself from his own arousal, checking on the pump to make sure it was still working, checking the milk in the tank, all the while he kept glancing back at Julie, waiting for her to snap out of it. As the flow of milk waned, turning to a trickle, he flipped the switch and shut it off. Soon, all that was left was the sound of Julie catching her breath. His finger traced over the side of the tank, dragging along the volume markers to find just how much had been pulled from Julie's tits.
"Uh oh."
Julie's head snapped up, her voice hoarse from her erotic outbursts. "Uh oh? Uh oh? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Julie's gaze was fierce and furious and Harrison could barely meet it. "W-well, uh... The capacity upgrades were mostly to make sure we weren't missing any. Demand for your milk keeps going up and we keep running out and-"
"Just spit it out! What does-"
"You're not making enough milk."
The words hung in the air, both of them slightly stunned by the revelation.
"...What?"
"T-to meet demand. Sales have been so good and I'm sure you've seen your tips go up, but we keep running out. I was hoping we'd get more with a bigger tank, but it's still not enough." Harrison let his gaze drift down to Julie's chest before looking back up at her stunned expression. "And, well, in the contract-"
"I'm going to have to go bigger, aren't I?"
Harrison's mouth opened, only to wordlessly close again, nodding his head. Julie looked down at her gigantic udders, trying to picture how much bigger they could really get. The answer sent a shudder down her spine, but she had no idea how much of it was fear and how much of it was arousal.
