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.
Expecting your belly to grow huge and heavy with the size of monster offspring, but not expecting how much milk it will need when it’s born. As it grows, your breasts start to grow huge with all the milk they produce. They rapidly outgrow the bigger bras you try to get, and become incredibly sensitive and sore. On top of dealing with the unborn creature moving in your womb, you also have your tender breasts as a distraction. They start to leak, unable to hold the excessive volume. You find yourself trying to milk yourself to try to relieve the pressure and prevent the mess, but you can’t keep up. You have to walk around with one hand holding your belly and the other holding your breasts, but soon they’ll become too heavy and you won’t even be able to stand. Guess you’ll need someone to take care of you…
And imagine you’re that caretaker. You get to watch them grow bigger and bigger, moaning and massaging their swollen breasts. While you’re helping to feed them, you can see the baby’s powerful kicks through their belly. The expecting parent grows bigger and heavier every day, and will probably need your help to drain their breasts of excess. Hopefully they won’t need your help much after the baby is born, so you can bail before it’s old enough to impregnate you too. Unless you WANT to experience what you’re witnessing, of course
Letting your giant, milky breasts get more and more engorged as I refuse to milk them. Massive heavy tits growing bigger and fatter and leakier and they fill with so much milk you feel like they could squirt at any time. Spilling out of your bra, straining the button of your shirt, too fat and jiggly and full too ignore
(CONTENT WARNING: Breast expansion, yandere, noncon elements, drugging, hypnosis, hucow transformation, mindbreak, milking, hyper, reader can be any gender, second person pov)
You're not sure what the last thing you remember was. You were at a party, nothing crazy, just a big get together really. There were some drinks, old friends, new friends, good music, good food, and this really cute girl.
She'd come up to you so shyly. You didn't recognize her, probably a friend of another friend who was invited. She was small, soft spoken, and practically drowning in her oversized hoodie. She said she saw you off by yourself and wanted to chat. She heard from a friend that you two shared a common interest…what had she brought up? You can't remember, only that you two talked, laughed, and started hanging out off in a little corner together.
It gets hazier after that. She brought you something, a drink? Food? You can't recall what it was. But after that you started feeling tired. She offered to take you home. And you could barely keep your eyes open. You agreed, she helped you say goodbye to everyone and helped you lay down in her backseat.
After that it's all black.
And it's all black now too. You blink, trying to figure out if you've gone blind or not. No, it's just dark. You try to focus your eyes, but it doesn't help. It's like you're under some kind of sheet.
But there is sound. It's not necessarily loud, but it's very close. It reminds you of the sounds of jumping on a water bed. The sloshing of huge amounts of liquid. And a gurgling too. A churning maybe? It's like being next to some kind of huge tank that's mixing something. The sound is pressed up against your ears in the darkness. The fabric around you doing nothing to muffle the noise.
You try to move your arms, but they're bound behind your back. Your legs are tied together too. You feel the panic start to prickle along your spine. You struggle in the darkness. You try to free your trapped limbs, but its no use.
As you squirm, the sloshing grows almost deafeningly loud. Your movements are disturbing whatever the huge liquid tanks are beside you…
Then you feel your own body respond. Your chest tugs at your torso suddenly, and you yelp as you are sent stumbling forward slightly into the soft balloons of liquid in front of you. You can feel yourself pressing against them, and you can FEEL them. These things in front of you, these massive wobbling things, they're…
They're your own tits.
You can barely even comprehend the thought. The idea that your own chest could be so much larger than the rest of your body. It's not possible!
But as you continue to struggle against your bonds, it becomes increasingly obvious that it is. Even if you weren't tied up, your own breasts were so massive, you probably wouldn't be able to move from this spot.
You stop, panting heavily from the effort you've exerted. The liquid calms inside your breasts and settles once again into a monotonous churning and gurgling. Are they…getting fuller?
You start to feel pressure. Somewhere on these mountains of flesh, your nipples practically burn from the feeling. Like something is built up right at their tip, and they're desperate to let it out.
You whimper at the feeling. Everything else becoming secondary to emptying these tanks attached to your chest.
As the pressure builds, you moan and writhe as the feeling gets stronger and stronger. You cry out for someone, anyone to do something! To…to…
To milk you.
There's no other word for it. Your breasts must be full of milk if there's so much liquid sloshing around them. And it needs to be milked out of you! If they keep getting fuller, if they swell any bigger…you feel like they might just pop!
Then, a blinding flash, the lights are on! Your eyes struggle to adjust to the brightness, but when they do, you can see it all now. You're not under a sheet at all, there's just an obscenely large shirt placed over your tits. Or at least…some of your tits. There's even text on it. It feels like it's mocking you with oversized font reading "Mega Milk".
"Oh, you're awake~!" A soft little voice comes from somewhere in front of you. But you can't see past the wall of titflesh in front of you. But you know that voice. It has to be her. That girl from the party. "Sorry I left you for so long, I just got wrapped up in things and well…well that doesn't matter now, does it?" You feel a hand grope one of your nipples. The girl can't even get her hand around the whole thing…
"W-where am I?" You stammer, "What did you DO to me?!"
"Oh, hush now, there's no need to be worried, no need to panic, you're exactly where you should be!" She says it with such sureness. "Let's get you hooked up and I'm sure you'll calm down." She giggles and you hear mechanical noises somewhere in front of you.
Then an electric sensation as something suctions onto both of your nipples simultaneously. You can't help the moan that escapes your lips at the relief you suddenly feel. The pneumatic hiss of a pump sets into rhythm as you feel your breasts finally begin to empty. And along with that sensation, a haze in your mind. No, no you need to focus! Need to get out of here! But the milking feels so good…natural even…
You hear footsteps and see the girl's face peak around one of your tits. "There, isn't that better?" She asks you almost teasingly.
"Ah-I s-still want answers!" You manage to say as the pleasure of milking threatens to overwhelm you. "W-why are you doing this to me? What did you do to my chest?"
"Aw, you don't remember? Guess it makes sense, you've been pretty tranced out most of the time…" She taps her chin and looks up. "But it's probably better that way! Better to be brainless when you're a cow, right?"
"A cow?" You try to ask more, but she puts a finger to your lips.
"Nope! No more thinking! Good cows just relax and let their udders be milked!" She sounds so sure it almost feels like she's right…but you shake your head and try to protest further. Her face falls and you see a cold look enter her eyes.
"Guess this cow still needs to learn its place." She says, and reaches over to a nearby cabinet. She pulls out some kind of headset and starts to strap it over your head as you struggle.
"No! No! I'm not a cow! I'm not a-!" You try to pull free, but with your bindings and titanic breasts it's no use fighting her. Your eyes are covered in darkness once again, but not for long. The headset flicks to life and you see a screen envelope your vision.
"Now, be a good cow, and stop thinking." She puts a heavy emphasis on the last phrase.
Suddenly a swirl enters the screen and you swear you can see words flashing by. But it's so quick, you barely get a chance to take any of it in. Then there's sound too, headphones clamped over your ears.
"Good cow! Milky cow! So docile! So good! So full! Big udders! Fat teats! No thinking! Just milking!" Phrases repeating on a loop.
A monotonous swirl and words, and the looping audio start to wear at what little of your conscious self you have left.
Your teats get pumped faster, the swirl becomes all you can see, and a soft voice tells you what you are.
YOU ARE A COW.
Nothing but a fat set of udders to be milked, groped, played with, and pleasured. Your body already knows what it is, and now, your mind starts to know it too.
You even begin to moo softly and rock your hips as arousal takes over.
Milking is pleasure, the bigger your tits are, the better they feel. More milk means more pleasure.
You feel these thoughts taking root inside you, changing you.
Then you feel something else. Something hot, hard, and huge shoved between your tits. You moo in pleasure. It's the best feeling you've ever had. Like your tits have grown so big and sensitive that all you need is for someone to fuck them.
And you feel that hot throbbing thing between your tits twitch and a bit of wetness forming in your cavernous cleavage. You beg fore more, and it moves. Thrusting into your soft mounds over and over. You can feel yourself drooling. Is this what sex is now? Was this what it always was? Just a fat cock pounding your tits while you were being milked?
You feel them quake with each thrust, and you desperately bury your face in your own hot and tender breasts. It feels too good.
You need this feeling to last forever. You need more milk inside you swell you bigger. You need to be softer. You need that cock to fuck your tits endlessly.
You wiggle and moan as you pull against the straps holding you in place. You whine and moan about wanting to touch yourself, to feel with your hands how soft your own udders are.
You feel the thrusts get faster with your moans, you talk more, you can feel your mouth forming sentences you'd never even dreamed before.
"I need to be bigger!"
"I want to get milked more!"
"Make me the perfect cow!"
"Use my tits like a cocksleeve!"
"I want to just be livestock!"
"No thinking, just fucking!"
"Mooooo! Mooooo!"
Your cries devolve into nothing but animalistic sounds as you finally feel hot liquid spurting in between your breasts. You can't help but smile knowing your giant udders brought such a thick cock to completion.
You whine as it pulls out, leaving a hot sticky mess behind.
The headphones are pulled off, "Such a good cow~! See, I told you this would feel so much better." You hear words of praise and feel soft hands petting along your body. You moo happily in response. "Very good! Oh you'll be the best in the herd so far! A perfect, blue ribbon cow."
---months later---
You sometimes still have flashes of your old life, but your mistress makes sure they don't stay for long! She tells you not to worry as she pets your cute little ears and plays with your little horns.
Your udders keep you bound to your stall, you're the best producer in the herd! You don't even remember the last time mistress had to strap you down! She tells you every day how good you are for growing too big to leave the room. And you smile and nod and moo for her.
Sometimes she'll even show you a camera feed so you can see how big your udders really are! You've never seen your own teats, but they look so pink and pretty, you wonder if she'll ever let you watch them be milked? Not that you'd probably be able to focus on that.
You'd be too lost in the pleasure of your milk being drained out of you and your mistress's giant cock between your tits.
awesome pranks to do with friends: covering the inside of a boy’s binder in itching powder except it’s also designed to increase sensitivity and make his tits swell up the more they’re touched. watching him scratch at his chest uncontrollably, his discomfort turning into moaning as his tits grow bigger and bigger, nipples soooo sensitive as they’re pressed harshly against the rough cloth, breasts bulging and spilling out of the edges of his binder until the whole thing rips apart and he’s able to get his hands on his new udders
is it too much to ask for nipple growth along with breast expansion? sure, huge wobbly tits that strain my binder, very cool. but what about huge thick sensitive nipples the size of the end of my thumb that always poke though my binders and shirts? Huge nipples that you can wrap your entire mouth around? huge nipples that are so insanely easy to flick and pull and pinch and and and 😵💫😵💫😵💫
mature content warnings on text posts of nothing but letters on a screen. . . remember when you were allowed to post like an adult and not be shamed or silenced for it
there is no acceptable explanation for this post being given a mature content warning outside of saying that you are an adult baby on the cyber nanny website!
what about breast expansion with soda instead of milk and bouncing the breasts acting like shaking a soda can?
A woman sit alone outside at a table outside a cafe, reading a book. A cute stranger with blonde hair comes up to her.
"I had an extra--want one?" they say, offering a can of soda to the woman. She takes it. It's sealed, so there's no reason to be wary... right? She pops open the tab and starts drinking.
"By the way," the stranger says, sitting in the chair next to the woman. "I recommend jumping."
"Jumping?" she repeats, confused.
The blonde stranger nods. "Yes. Jumping up and down? You should try it now."
The woman stands up, and gives a few jumps. Well, that only helped to make her feel incredibly foolish. "I don't see--"
Her voice catches in her throat. Something was happening--something that felt very... strange. Her--her chest! It was starting to feel so hot and sensitive, and then, right before her eyes, it started to grow.
"Oh," the woman says softly, feeling herself flush. Did jumping do that? Her face flushes harder at the thought of jumping again, but despite her embarrassment, she jumps again.
The growing increases. Her shirt was starting to get uncomfortably tight, her buttons digging into her skin.
She unbuttons half her shirt, her hands practically moving on their own. Immediately, her chest heaves out, growing even more, her bra barely holding them in.
The stranger stands up, grabbing the woman's breasts and shaking them.
"Wait--" the woman begins, before her voice turns into a loud moan. Her chest was growing even faster now, popping out of her bra, and something bubbly was starting to leak out of her nipples, staining her clothes.
"That's no good," the stranger murmurs, before leaning in and taking her nipple in their mouth, and drinking up the soda.
"Mmm..." the woman moans. It felt so good, and the stranger sucked on her nipple so intensely. She shakes her other breast, and she grows again, bigger and bigger, all while the stranger greedily drinks up her leaking soda.
Your childhood friend always bullies you, and this time she's got you in her room, and tells you to take some mysterious pills. You refuse, but grabs your head and forces you to swallow one.
Immediately, you feel your body get warm, and your chest feels strange, and your crotch tingles, just a bit. Then, you start to grow. A strange, but pleasant sensation shoots through you, and your chest grows, stretching just a little bit, and your shirt gets taut. Your ass also grows, getting just a bit bigger and your underwear gets tighter.
"Wow!" your friend says, "That's so funny. Let's do another one."
You open your mouth to protest, but she stuffs another pill in your mouth. This time, you find yourself swallowing automatically.
It happens again. You get hotter, your chest growing even more, getting bigger and heavier, and your poor shirt is at its limit, the buttons stretched to the max, leaving gaps in the shirt. Your ass also grows, and now your underwear are uncomfortably tight, and your short shirt hardly hides anything.
Your friend stares, before grinning. "Another one."
This time, you take the pill without force. It's starting to feel so good, and your head is swimming. She keeps staring at you, her eyes looking at your heaving chest, then down to your fat ass. You're eating it up, plus... growing feels amazing... your nipples feel so sensitive and your crotch is throbbing so much that it's starting to drive you crazy.
Your breasts finally burst out of your shirt, and you let out a moan.
"You like that, hm?" your friend says, and she wastes no time getting her hands on your chest, fondling them roughly as you grow bigger, moaning at her touch.
She pauses, then grabs a handful of pills and stuffs them in your mouth. You swallow eagerly, and immediately let out a whimper as your head gets fuzzy. Your chest keeps growing, bigger and heftier, your nipples getting bigger and harder, while your friend plays with you as she pleases, going between your chest and your ass. You whimper and beg for more, and with an evil grin, she finally reaches down and teases your crotch.
You whimper again, begging for more as you almost go insane with need, but she only teases you, all the while you still grow bigger, until your breasts are so big and heavy that milk starts to form in beads at your nipples. She pushes you to the bed and spreads your legs, only to still tease you. You whimper and tears start to form as you beg her for more, but she only teases you, even leaning in to your chest to take your nipple in her mouth, for just a second.
Then, she stops. You start moaning and squealing, pathetically begging for more.
"Remember. You're my little toy, and nothing more. Okay?"
"Y--yes... I'm your little toy..."
She pushed you back onto the bed and pulls out two dildos, stuffing one inside your pussy, and the other inside your asshole, and she begins fucking you, thrusting them in and out while teasing you and telling you how stupid and desperate you look.
You don't mind. You can't even think, and you move your hips, moaning and whimpering as she fucks you, and you cum, over and over and over, until you're a mess on the bed, covered in your own fluids.
Your friend pulls out more pills with a sadistic smile. "Ready for round two...?"
slipping something into your drink during one of ours girls nights out, excited to see if it will work, you dont notice and the pill gets swallowed, a few days later you're putting your bra on to get ready to go out, noticing how it feels a little tighter than normal, you think nothing of it, afterall its an old bra and you've certainly grown since you got it, it would make sense you'd *eventually* get just a tad too big for it, so you say your goodbyes and toss it out, only it happens again a few days after that, to a newer bra this time, surely you're not bigger than this one you think, i just got this recently, my tits arent THAT big are they? and have they always been that sensitive? you could always get turned on quite easily by having your tits played with, but it feels like you could cum from this amount of sensitivity, it feels like you'd squirt if someone played with your tits for too long, and your bras are getting just snug enough that theyre constantly being rubbed against the fabric.
a few days later the leaking begins, you've outgrown most if not all of your bras by now, and the sensitivity has made your nipples so hard they poke through all but the thickest sweaters you have, you're in a store when they start, you feel the liquid coating the inside of the sweater, drip after occasional drip, just enough to slowly leak through your shirt, you've called me to vent, its getting out of hand, you scheduled a doctor visit for next week, you have to figure out whats going on, you're so caught up in your leaky tits you dont notice the second pill being slipped into the tea i made you to "calm you down"
the second pill accelerates the effects of the first, within 2 days your tits have gone up a solid cup and a half, the small beads of milk turning into steady drips, the air from your vents sends enough sensation across your tits to make you squeeze your thighs together in excruciating pleasure, its only then i tell you i set this up. "you left your laptop open one day, i saw you kept your porn up and well, you were so infatuated with being a leaky set of tits that i just HAD to help<3" you try to get angry, rightfully so, i cost you so much money in bra replacements, ive cost you countless embarrassing trips to the store, chest wet with your leaky tits, bouncing and wobbling around in your shirts, nipples hard through the fabric, but before you can scream, yell at me for being a terrible friend to you, my hands are on your tits, my fingers practically disappearing in the soft flesh of your boobs, i squeeze, a steady stream of milk spurting out of you, the sensitivity of it makes your back arch, your chest leans into my hands and your legs spread instinctively, ready to grind against the couch, just about to start before i pull my hands away.
"ah ah ah~ one more pill darling<3 one last pill to reach the end, and then i can help you cum your pretty little brains out? deal?~"
Fuck this got me so instantly wet, thank you thank you thank you
Going from thinking that I'm having some kind of medical event to realising that one of my close friends has been drugging me just to make my fantasies real (and for their own amusement/pleasure) and then making me choose to take that last pill while I'm so horny and needy because of what you've already done to me...
I'd stutter out some kind of half-hearted objection, that I can't believe you did this to me, but my tits are so full and my nipples are throbbing in time with my rapid heartbeat, still dripping constantly even without the pressure of your touch
and... and fuck I want more, don't I? I didn't think I'd ever actually get to experience this, it's kind of scary how much you've changed my body already, and what will that final pill do? (Will it even be the final pill or will you keep pushing me? And... will I keep saying yes after the first time?)
I'm so wet, both my pussy and my tits, and -- and--
"Fuck... okay. Okay, please. Please just make me cum, I'll... I'll do whatever you want."
"Please, you have to help me! My boobs just won't stop growing and I don't know how to make it stop! These things already destroyed my bra and I don't know how much longer my shirt is going to last! I'm sorry for going into your room, but all I did was look at one of your dumb books and- Hhnnn... Fffuuuccck! The f-fabric... dragging over my nipples... it's driving me insane! It's... mmmf! It's getting h-hard to think! For fuck's sake, how do you stop this?! I'm sorry for going into your room! I'mm sorry for looking at your stuff! I didn't even know what I was reading! I just said sommme words out loud! I didn't mmmmean to- Ooohhnnnn... Oh, god, mmmy boobs... mmmy tits... mmmy udders! I feel like a fucking cow! Just fix it, p-please! I can't get any mmmooore mmmoossive! Shit, you have to do sommmething! What's happening to mmoooo? Mooo!? Mooooooo!"
