InflationFixation

18+ Kinkzone. Obviously.  Hucow/Lactiation, Belly kink, Ovi, Inflation, Stuffing, Cumflation. (Mainly not of the RealLife variety) Dont send me your cock or you'll get blocked.

[fillupthisjude]

Tell me what a good boy I am while I ride you and you fill me up

Tell me what a good boy I am as my stomach slowly starts to push out and my pants no longer fit

Tell me what a good boy I am when I’m heaving and waddling around with a ballooning baby bump

Tell me what a good boy I am when I go into labour with our babies

Tell me what a good boy I am when we do it all over again

[biggirlcaps]

[solusex]

You’ve managed to train your lord and master as a hedonistic milking machine~

Gilebren lets out a deep, vibrating hum of pure satisfaction, a sound that rumbles from the depths of his massive chest and resonates through your very bones. As your hands return to his plush, still sensitive pecs, he lets out a soft, needy whine, his body instinctively arching toward your palms.

"Bountiful... yes... endless..." he murmurs, his voice a thick, honeyed rasp. The sheer shamelessness of his response is a testament to how thoroughly you have corrupted his royal pride. He no longer cares for the throne or the terror he once commanded; all he cares for is the way your hands feel against his heavy, cream filled flesh.

As you knead the soft, swollen mounds, you can feel the residual heat of his climax still pulsing within him. His pecs are incredibly soft now, the muscle yielding to the massive volume of milk that continues to replenish itself even as you touch him. Every time you squeeze, a fresh, slow drip of thick, pearlescent nectar escapes his nipples, lacing his skin in a glistening sheen.

"You say it so well, little glutton," he purrs, his eyes fluttering open to gaze at you with a predatory yet utterly submissive heat. He reaches up, his large, warm hands cupping your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks with surprising tenderness. "So big... so strong... and all of it... all of this abundance... is yours to claim. Yours to milk... yours to devour..."

He shifts his weight on the altar, the movement causing his heavy, milk laden chest to jiggle and sway heavily. The sight of his massive, overripe anatomy, glistening with sweat and divine cream, is a testament to the power you've unlocked within him. He is a god of fertility, a lord of plenty, and he has been reduced to a blushing, panting prize for your amusement.

"If you think I am bountiful now..." he whispers, his breath hot and smelling of sweet cream against your skin, his gaze dropping to your lips with a hungry intensity, "...then you have only just begun to taste the true depths of my... generosity. Come... don't just touch... drink. Taste how much your king has prepared for you..."

You clamber in his lap, leaning up to place your hands on either side of a massive teat before leaning in slowly and wrapping your lips around an enormous nipple and beginning to slowly, teasingly… suck.

Gilebren’s breath hitches in a sharp intake of air as you clamber into his lap, his massive thighs automatically accommodating your weight, cradling you against the heat of his groin. The moment your lips seal around the sensitive, engorged peak of his nipple, his entire body stiffens, his back arching into a rigid, trembling line of ecstasy.

"NNGGH!" The sound is a guttural moan that vibrates through your very skull. As you begin that slow, teasing suction, the sensation is so intense that his eyes roll back, his fangs grazing his lower lip in a desperate attempt to keep from screaming.

Inside him, his body reacts instantly to the stimulus. It is as if your mouth has issued a royal decree to his very cells: Produce. Replenish. Provide.

The pressure in his pecs intensifies, becoming a heavy, throbbing weight that feels like it's made of solid gold. Because of the sheer intensity of your devotion, his body adapts, the nectar becoming thicker, heavier, and infinitely more decadent. It's no longer mere milk; it is a viscous, cream like essence, so rich it feels like liquid velvet sliding down your throat.

"Mmmph... hhh...!" Gilebren whimpers, his hands coming up to bury themselves in your hair, his claws gently tugging to guide you deeper, to force you to take even more. His crimson skin is slick with a fresh sheen of sweat, and his pecs are visibly expanding again, the flesh stretching and hardening under the frantic demand of your mouth.

Every time you pull, a thick, heavy rope of the ultra rich cream is drawn from him, and every time you release, you can feel the internal 'sloshing' of his glands working at a fever pitch to refill the void. The sensation is intoxicating; the cream is so dense it almost feels like you are swallowing pure, distilled pleasure.

"It's... it's getting... thicker..." he gasps, his voice a delirious whisper as he looks down at you. His four green eyes are wide, glowing with a manic, fertile light. His chest is heaving, the massive mounds of muscle and milk pulsing in time with your rhythmic sucking. "It feels so... so heavy... so full... oh, moons, it's so much...!"

You keep sucking even as the cream grows thicker, even chewing the thickened cream and digging into those nipples with your fingers to physically pull out the ropes of thickened cream.

The sensation of your teeth and tongue working on his most sensitive points sends waves of electric pleasure crashing through his massive frame. He is no longer just a king; he is a vessel, a living wellspring being ruthlessly harvested.

When your fingers dig into the slick entrances of his nipples, the liquid is so thick it almost stretches like taffy, a viscous, pearlescent cord of pure pleasure connecting his body to your mouth. The internal pressure is so immense that the mere act of you pulling the cream out feels like you are unravelling his very soul.

"It's... it's too much... it's too thick... OH, IT FEELS SO GOOD!" he cries out, his large, muscular hands gripping your hips so hard his claws leave shallow marks in your skin. He is riding the wave of a mounting, unstoppable climax, his body working overtime to produce the heavy, decadent nectar you demand.

His pecs are now monstrously swollen, the skin stretched so tight it shines like polished crimson marble. They are no longer just muscles; they are heavy, throbbing udders of a god, pulsing with every desperate tug of your fingers and every greedy swallow of your mouth. The milk is so concentrated now that it carries a heady, aphrodisiac weight, making your head swim and your heart race with the sheer decadence of it.

You suddenly plug his nipples with your fingers, fingering the nipple holes and allowing the pressure to build and build…

Gilebren’s entire body goes rigid, his muscles locking into a state of absolute, agonizing tension. As your fingers slide into the swollen peaks, his breath hitches in a silent, terrified scream. He can feel it the internal pressure is no longer just a sensation; it is a physical force, a heavy, throbbing mass of divine cream that has nowhere to go but back up into his own flesh.

"N nnngh... wait... it's too much! It's... it's going to...!" his voice is a strangled, frantic wheeze. His massive pecs are distended to an impossible degree, the skin stretched so thin it looks translucent, pulsing with a violent, rhythmic life of its own.

His four green eyes are blown wide, glowing with a frantic, manic light as he stares down at you, his expression a chaotic mask of terror and desperate, unbridled lust. His hips are bucking uncontrollably, his heavy, sodden cock twitching in a frantic rhythm against you, his entire body vibrating with the sheer force of the build up.

The silence in the temple is deafening, broken only by his ragged, desperate gasps... and then, the dam finally breaks.

With a sound like a thunderclap, the pressure finally overcomes your fingers. The milk doesn't just leak; it erupts. Two massive, violent jets of the hyper concentrated, ultra thick cream blast out from his nipples with enough force to spray all the way across the room. The liquid is so dense, so incredibly heavy, that it hits the stone with a wet, slapping sound, coating everything in a thick, pearlescent layer of divine milk.

Gilebren’s head snaps back, his spine arching so violently it looks as though it might break. He is lost to the sensation, his entire being consumed by the sensation of the explosion. As the milk erupts, so does his climax - a massive, soul shaking convulsion that ripples through every inch of his muscular frame. His cock pulses with a violent force, unleashing a torrent of seed that mingles with the white deluge of his milk.

He collapses, his body twitching in the aftermath of the blast, a mess of crimson skin and white cream. He is completely spent, his chest heaving, his pecs finally beginning to deflate as the immense pressure subsides, leaving him a shivering, dazed, and utterly pleased god of abundance.

"Haaa... haaa..." he gasps, his voice barely a whisper, his eyes fluttering as he stares at the mess you've made of him.

“Brat.” He pouts, looking away with an expression that could nearly be called bashful.

[prettyboypupthing]

Hyper tit growth while a tboy is wearing their binder. It doesn't seem like it's that fast until the seams of their binder break and it's completely undeniable 🤤

[demitranspupboy]

“Baby boy” now I’m wet and I’m hard

[caenypoo]

forcemasc but it's roughhousing with your cis best friend after you come out. you have to deal with him teasing you with words like, "c'mon, this is just how boys mess around," and "is that all you've got? hit me like a the man you are," as he straddles your hips and holds your hands down.

he leans down and whispers, "we're just boys being boys. you can take it, right?" he asks, while he deliberately grinds his hips against yours as if trying to provoke you, and it works.

you struggle to escape his hold, but finally manage. you both toss and turn on the floor until you eventually end up on top. you attempt to restrict him in the same way he did to you, pushing your hips down onto his.

he looks up at you with a mischievous grin, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. "there we go..." he mutters as he moves his hips upward slightly.

“that’s my boy.”

nine in the morning btw… what am i doing w my life 🧍🏽.

[bandomfandombeyond]

forcemasc that includes posture training to teach you to sit like you used to before people trained you to be "ladylike": legs spread, unafraid to take up space

starts with a spreader bar between your knees 'because why would you be allowed to keep me from easily accessing my toys?'

then, the next step: every time you forget to sit right, the inside of your thighs get swats from a belt or crop or cane until they're too sore to cross anyway

and when you finally get it right without prompting, legs falling open as you sit down, you get the best blowjob of your life

[prettylilqueer]

pleaseeeeeeee, this being done casually too would save me.. my thighs pushed apart so I have to take up space, my dick palmed at as a treat when I start doing it automatically..

[forcemace]

Vampire Forcemasc where your maker only lets you drink from men so you start to feel the effects of testosterone from their blood. They find you in your coffin mercilessly touching yourself, hips rocking from the undeniable libido increase.

They take pity on you, pricking their finger and pressing it to you panting lips. You suck their finger eagerly into your mouth as you continue to rut into your hand, breath quick. They smack it away and use their hand to show you how to jerk your cock off like a man.

You shudder at their touch and your fangs cut your lips a little. The sting pushes you over the edge, and they smile down at their little project cumming beneath them.

[breastcandy]

[fillupthisjude]

Buns in the Oven

When you head downstairs from your apartment to the bakery you’re not surprised to see your wife already mixing up new things to serve for the day. You met her two years ago. As a witch she would brew up potions at home and you went looking for a love potion, you left with her number and a date written in your calendar instead. Now you two have a beautiful apartment above your bakery where you live and work together. Serving up beautiful breads and pastries that your wife bakes spells in to. A cinnamon bun that offers luck, a cheese scone that helps you find happiness for the day, or even a danish that can attract wealth. Today she asked that you wake up early to try something new before you opened. “There you are honey! I made this just for you. Here’s the practice one and I’ll make the full batch if you like it” she said passing you a beautiful bread roll. You smile and take it and bite into it, the bread is so soft and while the flavouring looks rather plain you’re surprised by a thick, sweet, custard inside. “This is so delicious, do you want a bite?” You offer, but your wife moves the bun to your lips “oh no, if you like it, you have to finish the whole thing”. You head her words and soon there’s not even a crumb left, she starts pulling out the ingredients to make a full batch. Starting with warm water, yeast, and honey in one bowl, the flour and dry ingredients in a second. You watch as the yeast bubbles and feel a little tingly sensation running all over your body. “Darling, what spell did you put inside these ones?” She smiles “oh, the one you ate is a special spell just for you. But these ones will offer growth and opportunity. What are you feeling honey?” “I feel really tingly all over, and like bubbly almost? And I think…did it get hotter in here?” You suddenly feel your whole body wash over with a gentle warmth, like you were sitting outside on a sunny day. Your wife’s eyes are sparkling and her grin tells you everything you’re feeling is just as it should be. She starts to add the dry ingredients to the yeast and water, mixing it together until it’s fully combined. Her graceful fingers making sure nothing is missed as she forms it into a ball and leaves it to rest. As you watch your body shifts, the tingly feeling slowly being replaced with a heavy tiredness. “Everything’s all prepped for today, and I’ve got extra hands on staff, why don’t you go lay down, you look like you could use a rest.” Her eyes look you up and down “are you feeling anything else?” You nod “the tingles are gone, and I’m so sleepy, like my body just feels heavy. And I think it’s the heat my apron feels a little tight, would you”- before you can finish your sentence your wife is behind you untying the knots behind your back. You take your wife’s advice and go upstairs to your apartment, heaving your feet as you go. The tight feeling from before still lingers and you wonder if it’s just a side effect of the spell as you lay down and close your eyes.

*****************************

You suddenly wake up to a sharp, stifling feeling across your body. You go to get up, and find yourself having to heave yourself forward in order to stand and see what’s going on. You gasp looking in the mirror. Your once baggy work clothes, maybe two sizes too big, are clinging to your frame. Every inch of you has puffed outwards. Sleeves cutting into your arms, your stomach forming a roll over the waistband of your pants, your chest stretching your top outwards, your ass and thighs straining the seams to the absolute limit. As you take in your newly softened form, you can see you’re still growing slowly outwards, causing you to moan at the constriction of your clothing. “Why don’t we get you into something more comfortable” your wife appears behind you, and with a snap of her fingers your clothes vanish. With nothing to stop it, your flesh trembles forward. Your wife’s fingers grope at your body, taking in your new size, almost kneading you like dough. “You should lay back down. I just put the buns in the oven, and this next part moves a lot faster”. As she says it your stomach lurches forward. As your hands go towards it they sink through your soft flesh, but seem to hit something firmer below that’s pushing your hand further away. Your wife takes your hand and guides you back to the bedroom, cautious of how your new size has slowed you down. Your stomach that was a mound of soft fat, is now doming out in front of you. Now sitting on your bed, you look about six months pregnant with a singleton. Your wife’s hands can’t keep off of you, rubbing you all over. She pays special attention to your burgeoning bump, now jutting out at full term with one and showing no signs of slowing down. “You’re taking to the spell so well. I wasn’t sure how much or it would take, we both know that it all comes down to how bad someone wants the spell to happen to them. I didn’t know you wanted it this bad”. You moaned out as the weight of your bump ballooning out pushed you deeper into the mattress, your hands struggling to wrap around it. You’re at least full term with twins, but something tells you you’re not done yet. You felt something shift inside of you on one side of the bump, and quickly feel it on the other side. Your wife is beaming at you “they’re kicking” she kisses you all over, and you groan at the flurry of movement from inside. You feel pinned to the bed by how filled out your body has become. I’m a way you’re grateful for the prior transformation so the bump now slowing down slightly, had extra flesh to stretch out. You look at your wife and the bump attached to you that far exceeds any pregnancy you’ve seen in real life. “How many buns did you put in the oven?” “Oh, don’t worry honey, it was a small batch. There’s just six”.

[kitsunepillows]

Fantasy POV: Tits swelling up into massive milky udders in public

You could be anywhere when it happens. At the store, the park, walking to work, taking the bus, clocking in. Wherever it happens, it builds slowly. A strange sensation in your chest. A pressure. A tingling.

You idly reach a hand to scratch at it, but find it much more sensitive than usual. The brush of your hand sending sparks along your skin and making you bite back a sound of pleasure. You look down and see that it seems swollen. Your chest pressing against a top that usually fits perfectly. Maybe you're having some kind of allergic reaction?

You try to push on with what you're doing, resolved to take care of it when you get home. But it grows more persistent.

Soon your nipples are swollen and puffy, poking through the material meant to hide them. And soon there's a weight behind them too. A bounce that wasn't there previously. You stare at two swelling bumps on your chest. You're stretching out that shirt now.

You try to hide it, try to find somewhere devoid of people, but it's as if everyone's eyes are on you now. Watching as you desperately try to cover your growing breasts.

But holding your arms over them soon becomes too much. They're getting too big and they're much too sensitive now. You let out a noise now, a moan. You hefty tits pull you forward, making you arch your back and almost push them out even more for onlookers to ogle.

As you stumble, you can feel the sloshing now. Like there's a faucet inside that's steadily filling you up. Soon your shirt is constricting them too much and you desperately pull the fabric up to let those massive breasts flop out with a soft *plap* onto your torso. They jiggle and sway so pleasantly, round and soft, perfectly puffed up nipples practically beg to be pulled.

You can't take your eyes off them now. They're huge. Bigger than any breasts you've ever seen. And it doesn't seem like they're going to stop growing.

You whimper as you feel that pressure building inside you. And you moan again, or is it...a moo? The heavy, ponderous mountains of flesh are no longer mere tits. They're udders.

Your audience stares and some are even approaching you now. Curious hands tug at one of your teats, pulling a spray of warm milk that makes you see stars. You try to form words, some kind of coherent thought. You want to beg them to play with your udders. To milk you like the cow you've become.

But all you can do now is moo pathetically. You eagerly arch into the touches of these strangers. Letting them grope and play with all your soft titflesh. You watch the way your beautiful milkers sway and bounce as more and more people join in to fondle and play with you.

Whoever or whatever you were before doesn't matter now. All that matters is being a good cow for everyone. Being a good mindless milker. A good set of udders to be drained.

[edith-is-probably-dead]

a short loop of drool cutie’s oc drippy :p

[shanks]

ROGGER

[growth-opportunities]

Got an idea: tiddy growth as punishment but also brain drain.

Being forced to take a pill that fogs your head and blows up your tiddies nice and fat and heavy @.@

Cruel laughter echoes in your ears, almost in perfect harmony with the moans that pour from your throat and the sound of creaking, stretching fabric. The ever-growing tightness of your bra, digging into the new, billowing flesh on your chest, sends pleasure through you, forcing you to arc your back and shove your swelling tits forward.

"Ouughhhnnn! Stooooopppp! My titties are, like, soooo biiiigggg!"

Your desperate, lewd, barely intelligible please just make the chorus of laughter ring out even louder. Your roommates just watch as you put on this lewd display for them. Cassie takes a swig from her drink and pushes off from the couch, sauntering over to you with chilling confidence. The envy you once felt for the curvy, blonde beauty is overpowered by your burning arousal; her bouncing tits make a perfect distraction as she approaches. You jump, both from surprise and a sudden surge of arousal from physical contact as she reaches down and grabs you by the chin, tilting your head up towards her.

"What's the matter, hm? You used to tell us all the time that our DDs meant we had more tits than brains! Those pills we gave you are just to make sure you know what that's really like! Now you have these oversized, lewd pornudders, just like you always wanted!"

While none of them are very long, your roommate's words are confusing, especially amid the arousal coursing through your body. Before you can even attempt a response, Cassie suddenly reaches down and seizes hold of one of your tits. Your mind flashes white. Pleasure fills every inch of your body. Your eyes roll back and your jaw drops open. Your moan trumpets from your throat but only for a second before being muffled. Cassie slams her hand down over your mouth, clamping it there to make sure you don't spit out the three more pills she just tossed in. While that hand stays firmly over your lips, the other moves to your throat, stroking it and coaxing you into swallowing the pills. You don't have any choice. The pills slide down and tumble into you. Immediately, even before Cassie lifts her hand away from your mouth, you can feel what little intelligence you have left burning away. Your tits surge, growing outward, bulging over your bra and threatening to, at any moment, destroy it entirely.

You open your mouth to say something—anything—but all that tumbles out is a series of disconnected syllables, too dumb and too horny to put anything else together. A sound hits your ears and you immediately perk up, now acting more on instinct than on any kind of coherent or intelligent thought. Your eyes track the pill bottle back and forth as Cassie shakes it in front of you. The sound of the pills rattling inside has you deeply entranced.

"God, you're so fucking dumb now! If you still had your bitty A cups, you'd still have more tits than brains!"

The laughter that comes after doesn't make sense to you. Nothing does anymore. That doesn't stop it, however, from making embarrassment burn in your cheeks, the arousal in your core burning ever hotter. You bounce your titties. You don't know why. It just feels right. It's who you are now. They're what you are. You're tits! And declaring yourself as such only makes your roommates laugh harder.

[rugbtm]

感じ過ぎ

[rugbtm]

肥えた

[psuedoplantpainposts]

getting my nipples pumped up big and fat so i struggle to hide them in public ♡

milk beading at the tips of my nipples and staining my shirt ♡

ring piercings that show through my clothes and accentuate my plush, soft nipples for everyone to see ♡

getting groped up every five minutes because no one can resist the sight of my huge nipples ♡

pulling up my shirt and letting anyone pinch, pull, suck on, stretch my fat nipples even more ♡

cumming right there from my nipples getting bullied ♡