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@inflativelyminded
I want to inflate you from both ends just to see how big we could get you before you do nearly pop! You already have such a balloon shape it wouldn't take much to make you look pregnant with 4-5 multiples or more. Just a huge, heavy load sinking to the ground with every gulp of air your belly takes in.
Yees double filling my belly is good. Would feel absolutely full with so much pressure 🤰
Imagine You're a Breeder
A life as a breeder. A trait you were born with, a trait that you rather not have. But it’s hard to argue with the genetic lottery. The only way anyone was born on the planet now was thanks to the few hundred breeders. Everyone else was for the most part infertile, it was so hard to keep track of who was or wasn’t a sibling, a common greeting became to call everyone you crossed brother or sister. Hell they might even be an aunt, cousin, uncle, and you would never know. A free app was distributed but it was mostly used for curiosity sake.
As with everyone upon reaching puberty, you were tested. And you came back positive for a breeder. You panicked, it could trigger at any moment, and you would have no control. The doctor eased your worries, saying that it couldn’t fire until you reached eighteen and to instead enjoy life as normally as possible. You were given literature to read, numerous pamphlets, and a link to a website that covered anything and everything about breeders.
Your guardians, a blood uncle and his wife instead sought to shelter you from this forced life. You were sent an all girl private school and college. They were desperate to insure that you wouldn’t enter a forced heat until you were able to support yourself. You weren’t going to be someone’s breeding whore with your belly constantly swollen with babies if they had any say in the matter.
The job market had other ideas. Despite graduating with a business degree, the market was rough at best. You sent out resume after resume, application after application, showed up to interview after interview. But they wanted more experience, always more experience. How were you supposed to get experience without a job! You grumbled but feared working with the public, even being out in public you kept your head down and stared at your lap. Your favorite skirt had 78 lines on it you found out. You didn’t want your heat to trigger, you didn’t know what you could do to control. Everything you read said you couldn’t, and that terrifies you. You finally got a job filing paperwork, at least it was something.
Your job was thankless, your boss demanding, but you needed it for rent and bills. You just needed to survive a year or two, then you could leave. You kept looking for other jobs in the mean time. One of the office girls was always prancing around all dolled up and showing off every God given curve leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. You swore you could see the outline of her groin in some outfits. She often pressured you to break out of your conservative shell, come join the ‘girl night fun’ at Black Market Bar. After a very stressful week, you broke down and, despite your fears, agreed.
All you had for dressing up was a modest dress fit more for church instead of a bar. You played with your hair and managed to make a cute curly up do. A touch of jewelry your aunt had passed down and you headed out. Black Market Bar was hoping like mad that night, the office girl teased you lightly for still dressing so conservatively but did complement your hair at least. She suggested you two should go for mani-pedis sometime. At the bar you managed to find some college friends along with friends you’ve know since high school. It was good to catch up and have some drinks. You couldn’t believe what an enjoyable night you were having, laughing talking, you lost count of how many cocktails you downed. You knew you only bought one round. Or was it two?
But then, it happened. It took nearly twenty-five years, over a decade after learning your assigned path in life. You turn you head towards the bar, shouting at a gay friend and your eyes locked with that man. You both freeze and your breathe hitches as your gazes meet. His eyes shine like a stunning emerald, he had long, light brown hair tied into a short ponytail, a well trimmed goatee, the face of Adonis himself! At least, as far as you cared. His body was great as well, not too thin but not overly muscular either. Your knees started to quiver, you suddenly felt overly wet in your groin. Oh no, oh no! You wanted to fight it, turn it off, but the switch was flipped. He stands up and turns towards you, his pants had a bulge, yeah that would do- No! Don’t think like that!
One of your friends suddenly speak you name snapping you from your trance, “I-I got to go!” You speak hastily, downing your drink and racing out a side door. You turn down the alley, running desperately, wanting to get away. Which way was home? What street were you on? Maybe he could pin you against this wall and take care of- NO! You whimper, it was becoming unbearable and hard to walk. Maybe your vibrator could get rid of this persistent itch. You turn back towards the main street to get your bearings.
And he found you. You squeak in surprise and fear as he blocks your path with one arm, his face was just as flushed as yours, “You know there’s only way for both of us to end this, right?” He questions. His tone was a mix of desperation and domination.
You nod feverishly, “N-Not out in the open. P-Please, I want your cock but not out here.”
“Two blocks away is my place,” he replies and takes your hand to lead you away. His touch was like electric fire. It took over your entire body. You willingly follow him, your body desperate to sooth this heat. Up a flight of stairs, he fumbles his keys for a moment and flings the door open. You just as quickly shut it as you enter his condo as he locks it tight.
Any remaining shred of modesty was lost, you lunge at him planting a kiss firmly against his lips, your fingers tugging on his pants as he lifts your dress. In a tumbling tango, the both of you stumble into the bedroom and quickly undress. Nothing else mattered. You needed to be fucked. More importantly, you needed to be fucked by him! This very instant or you would surely go insane. He must have felt the same.
Next thing you knew you where pinned against a wall and he rammed his thick throbbing cock deep into your virgin tunnel. You howl in ecstasy and dig your nails into his back. He groans and moans from your tightness as he rams his hips against yours without restraint, “Fucking hell you’re tight!” You hear him moan at some point.
“Any bigger and you’d split me in two!” You answer, “Now fuck me proper!” you demand pushing him to the ground. He quickly flips you to your back and holds you by your wrists as you wrap you legs around his waist, “Yes!” You cry out as he hits the deepest reaches of your core, “Come on big boy! Put out this fire you started!” You clamp your tunnel around his throbbing cock causing him to moan loudly.
“Oh, I’ll do better!” he growls lustfully, “I’ll put out this fire. I launch my cum so deep you’ll be pregnant by dawn! Tonight, you’re my broodmare, and I’m going fuck you full and tight with life. Make sure you fulfill your purpose to our kind!”
With that last command, his back arches and you feel a deluge of warmth fill you tunnel. You throw your head back and cry out as you orgasm as well. The fire was put out, and you swore you could fill your very womb filling with his life granting seed. As fertile as both of you were at this moment, you were certain you were going to be pregnant. And for the first time, at this moment, you didn’t give a shit. You moan softly as you ride out that pleasure filled wave and pant for air. Your lover pulls out, but it doesn’t feel like any cum was dribbling out. Whatever, you were exhausted, your head felt fuzzy as you pass out where you lay on the floor.
Fullness, you wake up feeling as though you had eaten too much, even though your stomach was growling. You were on a mattress, the smell of your lover coated the room, you must still be at his condo. Last night was a blur, your friends were probably wondering what the hell happened to you. A sizzling noise, you sniff again, sausage it smelt like and french toast, perhaps? You smile, man you were hungry maybe he would let you have a bite before you left. You feel your stomach flip and squirm and you go to rub it. A firm orb meets your hand. You look down and sit up right with a short yelp. You place both hands against your stomach and rub some more. Movement, lots of movement. It was just last night, and already your womb had grown several times in size with new life. It was a perfect sphere arching from your abdomen. Where you already going to give birth so soon? Now a kick, wait no two kicks, one each side at once. “T-Twins?” you softly whimper. No wonder you felt so full. This was bad. You had to leave, you had find your clothes, you had to-
“Are you okay?” You freeze looking towards the door. It was the voice of your lover, “If you’re looking for your dress, I put it and your other things on top of the dresser. Cellphone is charging by the sofa. I made breakfast, I’m sure you’re hungry.”
You look to your dresser finding your things neatly stacked and folded, “O-oh! T-Thank you. Um, i-if you don’t mind me staying for a bit.” You sigh in slight relief and struggle to stand up, “Hey, uh, bathroom?”
“Beside the closet,” he answers. You quickly run there first and relive your bladder. Next, you tried to redress but your dress wouldn’t go over your middle anymore. You growl at it then look around the room to improvise. You find a sweat shirt hanging from the mirror, maybe he won’t mind, you put it on instead and still it hugs and displays your gravid middle. Your panties barely fit, you decided to not even try your bra. Your breasts were tender and and felt full of milk.
Your twins pummel you with kicks again, “Okay, okay. I’m going to feed you two. Calm down a moment.” You waddle out of the bedroom while and find a table set for two. It seems he hasn’t noticed you yet but none the less you take a seat, “Er, what do you have to drink?”
He looks up, “Cranberry grape juice, milk, and water. I’d offer coffee but, well considering….” You look away in a blush requesting a glass of milk. You stare at your lap as you always do, though this time you cradle your belly with one hand and rub it with the other. A clink of plates and glass cause you to lift your head slightly as he sits opposite you, “Dig in while it’s hot.”
Fluffy scrambled eggs, juicy plump sausage links, pillow like french toast with butter and syrup, crisp apples and berries, and cold milk, you struggled to maintain your table manners as you devour the offered food, your twins happily tumbling and pressing against your womb now that they were being fed. It was delicious, he was kind enough to bring you seconds without needing to be asked. You sigh happily and rub your stuffed middle then frown, “This is super awkward.”
“What is?” He asks in confusion.
“I-I-” you sigh again, “I don’t even know your name. Had a one night stand and woke up carrying twins. My friends are probably worried sick, and if I look at you again that stupid urge is going to come back.”
You hear him choke and cough, “Oh, shit. I’m your first, aren’t I?” You nod. “The name’s Cedric,” he answers, “What’s yours?” You give your name while continuing to look away. “You can look up, the trigger can’t happen if you’re pregnant.”
You arch an eyebrow and slowly lift your head to meet his face again. The feeling from last night, that raging fire in your loins, it never came, “Oh! Um, well shit that does make sense doesn’t it…. Er, sorry about wearing your shirt, my dress wouldn’t fit.”
He waves it off, “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got some stretchy pants you can wear also. So, do you want me to explain things here or would you prefer the sofa?” You look over to the mentioned furniture and decide there. As you try to stand Cedric moves and offer you a hand up, which you take and use him to steady yourself as you waddle over to and sink into the sofa, “There’s a handle on the side if you want to lay back.”
With your right hand, you feel around the side of the sofa and find the handle. A mechanical whir is heard as the sofa reclines. You adjust a pillow against your back then go back to resting one hand on your stomach. Your hand meets Cedric’s for a brief second and he quickly retracts it. You look over to him, now he was trying to avoid eye contact as a blush crosses his cheeks. “Do you want to rub?” You ask pointing at your belly. He looks back and nods. You smile moving you hands out of the way. His face lights up as he moves over and gently rubs your belly. Man that felt good having him rub your stretched skin. He looked damn proud of himself also. You reach for your phone and find several missed messages and calls from your friends and the office girl. You send a text to each saying you were okay and apologized for leaving them so suddenly. You choose not to explain what happened; as far as you knew, non of them knew you were a breeder. And you rather it stayed like that. “Now then,” you speak getting his attention, “That explanation?”
“Ah, yes right,” Cedric answers and stops rubbing, “I figured with this being your first time, you’d be kinda lost. Scared, maybe. I sure was.”
You take his hand and place it back on your stomach, “First keep doing that, it’s feels pretty good.” He chuckles and alternates between rubbing circles and the length of your stomach again. “Second, i-is it supposed to be this quick? I mean, I know they say rapid, but this rapid?”
He nods, “Yes actually. Compresses the first part into a night, in our case, then the last ‘trimester’ as the books call it lasts only a week I think.”
You sigh and groan, “Great, I’m stuck like this for a week.”
He hesitantly questions“Y-you… do know you’re going to get bigger, right?” A look of shock from you gives him his answer, “They aren’t big enough yet. I think they. Considering how big you are already. They need to grow more over the next week.”
“Oh no….” You whimper burying your face into your hands, “Bigger!? And yes I’m pretty sure you put twins in there. I’m going to have to explain this at work. Oh fuck my life. I’ll never hear the end of it! No one knows I’m a breeder! They weren’t supposed to know!” You sniffle placing one hand against your middle and wiping away tears with the other, “Damn it I don’t have anything big enough to hide this!” You sob looking at your middle again.
Cedric flinches away slightly, “H-hey, please don’t cry. I want to say female breeders get government sanctioned off time from work when they get pregnant.” He then smiles and resumes rubbing your middle, “You should talk to your HR department, they might know something. You get a hell of a lot more then the male breeders do.”
“Considering you can just bang and bolt,” you note with a sour tone. You then shake your head and rub away the rest of your tears, “Sorry, I shouldn’t be rude. You’ve been so nice to me, but…why?”
He grins and holds up one finger, “Simple. If I stay close to whoever I knock up, my trigger can’t go off so long as they are pregnant. It’s a nice break from the anxiety of wondering when it’ll happen.” he then frowns and moves his hand from your middle back to lap and stares at the ceiling, “But I understand if you want to leave and never see me again. I’ll drive you back to your place and wait to meet you at Black Market again.
You cast a confused look at him then gaze at the ceiling as well, resting both hands atop your gravid middle. Your vision then wonders over to your phone, “I should lookup a clinic. Make sure these two are okay, make sure it is two more so. And figure out adoption papers.”
“Adoption?” Cedric questions, “That easily?”
“I sure as hell am not ready to be a mom,” you answer, “I can barely keep myself afloat. Last night was a splurge for sure.” You blush, “In more ways then one.”
You hear him chuckle, he looks rather proud of himself again, “No, you’re right. There are some people who envy us.”
“Delusional assholes,” you note causing him to laugh.
“Amen, sister,” he remarks back, “As for a clinic, there’s one on 5th and 23rd. I should have a card for them somewhere, just a second” Cedric hops up from the couch and digs through a drawer, “Ah here we go. I signed this one right?” He speaks flipping it over, “Okay good, thought I did.”
Now you just had to know, “How many times have you done this?”
“Counting you, five women in this city alone, and one in my hometown.” he answers, “Two of them tried to rob me when I showed generosity, one I haven’t seen in a long time and the other comes by when she finds suitable parents. As for the one in my hometown, that was my first and it scared me so bad I ran and never saw her again.”
You narrow your eyes, “So what does that make me?”
Cedric blinks, “Well you haven’t tried to rob me, so that makes you someone I’d give me number to,” he looks at a wall clock, “You’ve also stuck around the longest after breakfast. If you don’t want to do this again or see me again, like I said before, I understand. For what it’s worth, you have been the nicest one though so far.”
“Really?” You speak in surprise.
He nods, “You aren’t treating me like a sperm donor which is refreshing. And you let me rub your stomach. I…,” he turns looking embarrassed again and scratches the back of his head, “I’ve always wanted to feel my kids bouncing around like that, at least once. Anyway here you go,” he fights away the blush and hands you the card, “They have my information for the database, they’ll know who to put down as the father from my signature.
You take a second to look over it, then catch yourself idly rubbing your middle again. You look down, seems as though your children have fallen asleep for the time being, “Thank you, Cedric. I suppose I should get out of your hair.” You manage to push yourself off the couch only to lose your balance. Cedric quickly grabs and helps you to stand up right, “Maybe I should find my balance again first,” you speak with a laugh. It was so bizarre. You woke up terrified and now, you felt surprisingly at ease around him. It was comforting, you started to play around with the idea of staying close to him for the next week.
He smiles warmly and pulls you into a hug, causing your stomach to press against his, “That would be for the best. Can’t have you falling and hurting yourself. Ah, but if you must leave I won’t stop you. Let’s find you some pants first then I’ll take you home, okay? Oof!” Both of you look down, your twins seemed to dislike being squished between their parents, “Alright, alright,” he chuckles and rubs your belly again as he takes a step back to give them more room.
“Don’t go kicking your Papa like that you two,” you playfully scold knowing it wouldn’t do much good, “Actually, could you take me to the clinic first? Then home? I-If you don’t mind, and d-don’t have anywhere to be that is.”
Cedric shakes his head, “Not one bit, I’ve got the weekend free.”
(vía https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=McXHOm3xbIs)
Swollen Belly
We had only been dating for a few weeks. He got a big promotion and he wanted to celebrate by going to a movie. We got to the theater and stopped at the concession stand on the way in. He ordered an XL soda for each of us and a large popcorn to share. He never thought I’d be able to finish it, especially after the dinner we had; he just wanted to treat ourselves because of all of that new money. We sit down in the theater and the lights dim. It’s about halfway through the movie and we’ve almost finished the popcorn when I got a kernel stuck in the back of my throat. I cough a little and take a big swig of my soda. “You alright?” “Yep, all good!” But I had swallowed a lot of air down with that sip. I felt the pressure of it hit my stomach. It felt good. I took another long drink. The bubbles felt so good going down. I couldn’t help myself… I started sucking down big swallows. The pressure building up in my stomach gave me goosebumps. I can feel a burp coming up and I try to hold it in - I really don’t need him thinking that I’m unladylike. One slips out, but it was during a loud scene so I think it went unnoticed. That gave me some more confidence. I’ve almost finished the soda. By now my stomach is rumbling and I can feel it brushing against my loose shirt. A wave of pleasure hits me and it takes everything I have not to unbutton my pants and stroke my bloated stomach. I take another swig and finish off the soda with a loud slurping noise. He laughs and offers me his soda, not noticing that my tummy is threatening to bust out of my pants. By the end of the movie I have to have finished nearly half a gallon of bubbly soda. I keep swallowing down any threatening burps so as not to draw attention to the fact that my stomach is completely full to the bursting point. The credits roll and I manage to stand up and throw on my coat before the lights turn on. I can cover this up until we get home at least. In the car we talk about the movie and he doesn’t seem to notice that I’m distracted by the pressure that’s still growing in my stomach. My skin is taut across my belly but his eyes are on the road. When we get home he leads me to the bedroom. I’m so turned on and I need him badly, but I excuse myself to the bathroom. I have no idea what I’m going to do… how could he not notice that my normally tight, flat belly now looks inflated like a balloon? I look six months pregnant! I lean over the counter and hang my head, trying to think of an excuse to leave without him seeing my bulging stomach. I look up into the mirror and see him behind me, staring at my reflection. I see confusion pass over his face. I move my arms in front of my torso, as if I could cover up the basketball protruding from my tummy. To top it off, my stomach makes a huge rumbling noise from all of the built up pressure. I let out a moan. He walks towards me and puts his hands on my hips. Slowly, his hands slide around my bloated belly. By the time his hands reach the other side, he is pressed up against my back. I feel his hard on press against me. “You drank quite a bit of soda, didn’t you?” “Yes,” I breathe. It’s more of a sigh. I can’t help myself; the feeling of his big hands resting on my bulging stomach has me soaking wet. I don’t care about being self conscious anymore, I just need him to fuck me. “Do you mind that I look like this?” He answers by leaning over to kiss my neck and running one of his hands down my belly and between my legs. “Ooohh…” I lean over the counter and press my ass into his crotch. He takes the hint and pulls down his pants. His hard cock slides inside of me, filling up the last bit of space left in my belly. He starts thrusting, his hands gripping each side of my belly for support. They slide down and cradle the underside of my belly. “Oh my god!” I gasp. “You look so huge… it looks like you’re pregnant…” his hands slide up to grip my full breasts, leaving my belly free to swing back and forth with each thrust. I lose control, coming so hard that my legs go weak and I lean down on the counter. The cold marble feels incredible against my tight, sensitive skin. Just when I thought I couldn’t feel any more full, he pumps me full to bursting with his cum. I feel my belly swell even further to accommodate the load. I turn around and kiss him on the mouth, smiling. “That was incredible.” He grunts in response, too distracted by exploring my new swollen stomach, kissing and nibbling it all over.
This is going to be fun.
Just an update on my huge tummy 🐋💕
WHALE DAMN 😍
nice <3
I’ve got such a sexy body now
I put on a little weight this summer…is it noticeable? ;)
Within seconds I felt it in my stomach, the air was moving, growing and my belly was rapidly stretching outwards. After another gulp, it continued, filling me. I looked down at my belly and it was blowing up like a balloon. 🎈
All my favorites.
Perfection!
Pet me please ❤
I'm 5'5" with c-cups. How would you breed me and put a baby in me? I want to feel your babies growing inside me. 💎
“You have a nice pair of jiggly titties but after I’m done with you you are going to have a body that just screams “baby factory” to everyone who sees you.” You can feel the potent cocktail of fertility hormones I injected you with going to work already. As I fondle your boobies they are the most swollen they have ever felt, overflowing the cups of your bra. Your nipples are hard and throbbing as I toy with them and you get instantly wet. As I pull down your skirt and panties you immediately spread your legs with need. My cock is quickly working its way into you, stretching your little pussy to capacity. My hand moves down to stroke your tummy possessively. “That’s right, get lots of eggs ready for me.”
Your body is so over-saturated with pleasure you can feel your pussy already convulsing in orgasm, trying to milk the cum out of me. You cum so hard you see spots and then you can feel my thick cock twitch and swell as a pulse of cum travels down its length, dumping the first spurt of potent baby-batter into your incredibly ripe and vulnerable womb. You can feel your cervix drinking it in, extending your orgasm as each pulse of my seed travels down the length of my cock, rippling against your pussy lips and the sensitive walls of your fuck hole to travel right up and be pumped into the mouth of your greedy cervix. As I’m fucking you full my swimmers are already going to work on your eggs, and you have made a LOT of them for me.
You can feel your first baby nestle into your womb and start growing before I have even finished unloading my nuts into you. Then another, and another. Five or six babies at least have taken root in your incredibly fertile belly. After I have finished cumming I bring your hand down to feel the little bulge starting in your midriff. “That’s a good girl, soon everyone will see how incredibly knocked up you are, just keep growing for me.” You can feel your hunger for motherhood taking control of your entire body. Your stretching tummy feels so GOOD! You can feel my cock start to thrust into you again and it feels even better the bigger your womb swells with my children. Then you can feel your mommy figure really starting to bloom. There is more weight up top, your nipples ache as they prepare to milk and as I fuck you, then your tits really start to swing. You can feel subtle growing pains as your hips widen, your body preparing for the frequent birthing of the many litters you will carry, and making you an even more attractive target for men who want you to carry their children. You clutch your round baby-bump deliriously drowning in the flood of pleasure as it grows and grows. You look six months pregnant when you start to feel the kicks, lots of them. You can feel them growing and stretching in your uterus taking up more and more room, but your body has more and more to give. You feel your sense of purpose as a woman, your newly widening hips rutting against my cock for another load of cream to be pumped into your pussy. This is a woman’s body, this is what you were meant for. Your tits are getting so big and full, they are hanging heavily from your chest, EE now at least and the weight and pressure is beginning to make your nipples drip. I grasp one of your huge melons and just one would overflow both of my big hands together, as I toy with your nipple it almost immediately makes you cum again on my dick.
Your hands continue to explore the huge, growing roundness of your baby bump. You’ve passed nine months in size. You are such a fertile little new momma, your tummy has six healthy babies in it and they are getting BIG. On all fours your tits almost brush the bed sheets and your tummy has already touched down. Meaning your belly now sticks out as far as your knees, you have no lap left and still have more to grow. I pull you up onto my lap, still with my cock impaled deep into you and you feel your orgasm ricocheting around your swelling belly, your kicking womb just an explosion of nerve-searing pleasure. The view when you look down is just a vast expanse of soft, round breast-flesh capped by two swollen, throbbing nipples leaking milk. Your massive tummy juts out between your cleavage, bigger than any pregnant woman you have ever seen. You’re full of six babies SIX BIG BABIES. And your hungry pussy is still twitching on my cock as you must be approaching full term, so huge and round and womanly. As I cum in you again your body answers with its own mind-bending orgasm, but still at the edge of your thoughts is how you should be ready to drop any time now and this may be the rest of your daily life. Fucking, breeding, growing, birthing, nursing and repeating in and endless parade of superhuman fertility.
Shout out to all the chubby girls who want to get pregnant!
(Y’all are my favorite)
Do you believe that a woman should be pregnant as much as possible?
Why yes 😊 the more pregnant, the more belly to see and feel. Wouldn’t go over board then there’d be to many babies
I smile over at you as Tanya waddles in with a huge smile “I couldn’t wait to give you this present, Tanya is going to birth in anyway you want her to we just gave her pitocin to start labor so while we open the other gifts she will work through the first stage contractions. Happy Holidays
Let’s let labor kick in naturally baby. I’ll take my take my present to the bedroom and leave a load of cum against her cervix to soften things up, then we’ll get back to those lesser presents. Tanya get some rest, I’ll be back to play with my present before you’re fully dilated.
A growing addiction
You’ve been dating your girlfriend Amy for what seems like forever. Although she’s only 21, you started dating as high school sweethearts, went to the same college, and have lived together ever since.
You return home from work and find Amy lounging around in bed, in her sheer white lingerie.
Amy is a petite asian girl with the cutest little body. You love everything about her. Well, virtually everything. You’re what they call a boob guy. Even Amy knows it - you two share everything with each other. And so it sounds like a dream come true when you hear her news.
“Babe!” Amy springs up from bed. “You’ll never guess what I found online. Check it out!” she turns the iPad over to you.
She shows you a website called Boob Growth: The Breast Expansion Blog
You feign surprise, acting as if you’d never seen this site before. Truth be told, this was one of your favourite porn blogs…
“Lookie here,” she points at the screen. “Have you ever heard of NBE?”
NBE… you’d heard of that before, but couldn’t quite place it.
“It stands for Natural Breast Enhancement. Apparently you can make my boobies grow just by massaging them regularly!” Amy says excitedly. You nod your head, as you scroll through the blog.
“Look babe, I already went out and bought coconut oil, just like they suggest!” she says, producing a bottle of white oil.
You can’t believe your ears. Your own (flat-chested) girlfriend is sitting before you, offering to grow her boobs to your liking. Are you dreaming? You feel blood rush to your groin.
Without saying another word, you take off Amy’s top and lean her backward onto the bed, as she giggles.
You squeeze out the coconut oil onto her naked body as she shivers at the sensation, letting out a small coo.
“Oooh” she gasps shyly. “That’s cold…”
The aroma of coconut fills the room. Then, you perform the first ever NBE breast massage on your girlfriend.
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The next morning, you get ready for work with your usual routine. Amy lies beside you in bed, facing away from you. You spoon her for a second and cup your arm around her chest.
“Ouch babe,” she winces. “That hurt…”
You remember reading that breast soreness is a common side-effect. You didn’t read anything about it happening this soon though.
You head off to work around 8:30am. It’s a fairly uneventful day. Until around 2:30pm when you receive a text message from Amy. It’s a photo.
“Babe, check it out! I can’t believe it! I’ve already started to grow!”
You can’t believe your eyes. Your once completely flat-chested girlfriend now appears to be sporting a hefty rack. It’s hard to tell from her selfie, but if you had to guess, you’d say she is already a C or D cup!
You put away your phone and get back to work. You find it impossible to focus. All you can think about is the photo Amy sent you. Was it real? How did she grow so fast? What if… she keeps growing? You spend most of the afternoon with a throbbing erection in your dress pants.
Arriving home you find Amy naked in bed, waiting for you.
Oh, they’re real alright.
“I’ve been reading the blog all day.” Amy says, rubbing her tits mindlessly. “It says the first cup size is always the fastest, but I haven’t read about anyone growing this fast…” she says, a bit concerned. She cups her boobs in each hand. “I think I’m a D cup…”
You sit down next to her to console her, still in awe of her huge bust. It’s hard to believe that they are real. She notices you staring.
“Well…” she says, “do you like them?” Amy sticks out her chest flirtatiously.
Without saying a word, you push her back onto the bed and squeeze more coconut oil onto your hands. Amy coos with pleasure. You pull down your pants and reveal your throbbing erection. Amy gets onto your lap, mounts you, and guides your hands onto her huge breasts.
“Oh my God, that feels amazing!” Amy screams, as if reading your mind. You grope and knead her luscious tits. It’s a miracle! Her tits feel so soft and natural, as if she’d always been this busty.
“Fuck yes! Rub my huge tits!” she moans.
The two of you fuck like rabbits for hours that night, having the best sex you can remember.
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The next morning you get out of the shower and find Amy already awake. She is lying on her back topless, rubbing her boobs.
It appears that Amy’s immense boobs have grown even more overnight. However, it looks like the growth has slowed a bit. Nevertheless, her tits are absolutely enormous.
“I think they grew even bigger overnight….” Amy says, stating the obvious. You sit down beside her in bed as she inspects her new size. You can tell she enjoys the growth, but part of her looks worried. “They’re already so huge!” she cries.
You assure your girlfriend that the growth has likely stopped, and tell her to get dressed. Today is your day off, and you two usually go to the gym together.
You arrive at the gym and enter the couple’s locker room together. You observe as Amy changes into her gym clothes. First, Amy tries on one of her regular bras.
As anyone could have guessed, her old A cup bra isn’t even close to fitting. As you watch her tirelessly attempt to stuff her breast flesh into her tiny bra, you ponder what her true bra size is now. H? HH? J? Your cock swells in your gym shorts.
“Fuck, my tits are humongous!” she complains.
Giving up, Amy tosses her old bra to the side and pulls out her athletic tank top, her usual workout gear. She pulls the loose fabric over her head.
You are appalled to see that not even her tank top fits her properly anymore. A top that once covered her chest and upper belly with ease is unable to contain her breasts alone. You feel your cock reach full erection as you watch her struggle, jiggling her huge tits.
“Oh my God, this is so embarrassing! Can we just go home?” Amy pleads, helplessly adjusting her bra. Amy blushes hard. Breast flesh bulges out from every direction, including the bottom of her tank top.
You comfort her and assure her that she looks perfectly fine. You also remind her that the gym is almost always empty at this time of day. She reluctantly agrees to continue working out.
You enter the weight room and find that it is completely empty. You begin your workout together. First, Amy attempts to use the chest press machine.
Not only do her massive tits bulge out obviously, but the machine squeezes them together with every repetition. You realize that your boner is completely apparent in your shorts, but you take no notice.
To your surprise, dozens of people start filing into the gym. You realize that the extra time you spent in the change room meant that you are starting your workout late - right before the rush hour!
Predictably, almost every single person in the gym ogles your girlfriend’s obnoxiously giant tits for the entire hour of your workout. Amy looks clearly embarrassed as her giant tits attract stares and looks from every guy in the room, and it’s turning you on.
Eventually, she comes running to you, covering her breasts.
“Can we go now…” she begs. You oblige and return with her to the change room.
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You both walk home in silence. Amy has her head hung low and her arms folded over her bulging chest. She is clearly upset about the gym.
Arriving home, Amy goes to the bedroom to strip down and prepares for her shower.
As she walks past you, she uses her towel to conceal her massive bust. You catch a glimpse, and you can’t help but notice that she looks even bigger than this morning. Much bigger.
Once she gets out of the shower, you embrace her from behind. You hug her tightly and apologize for this morning.
“All those people at the gym staring at me…” she sobs, “it was so embarrassing!”
You stroke her hair and tell her that she is sexier that she has ever been before. All those people at the gym were simply admiring her incredible body. This comforts her. She turns around and kisses you, you caress her body, and before you know it you are both stripping down and on the bed.
Amy begins to ride you, and you marvel at the size of her absolutely enormous jugs. They each sit on her belly, resting below her belly button. To think that this growth was caused by only 2 massages…
“My… my tits…” Amy mutters. “They’re so huge…”
You spin her over and climb on top of her.
You grab both her arms and use them to push her swaying tits together. You struggle not to cum as you watch her pendulous udders tremble beneath you - a dream come true. You pull out the coconut oil bottle.
“Wha? No….” Amy whimpers “Please, no more…”
Before she can stop you, you pour out a big squirt of coconut oil onto her wobbling chest.
“Ahhhh!” she screams, in both pain and pleasure. You continue fucking for what seems like hours before passing out together.
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That night, Amy silently rolls out of bed, careful not to wake you. She sits with her back against the bed frame, quietly taking off her night robe.
She turns to make sure you are fast asleep, before removing the straps and pulling the silk slowly over her enormous mammaries.
You see, you thought that you and Amy told each other everything, but you were wrong.
Amy has always fantasized about having huge breasts.
Amy tries her best not to make a sound as she rubs her gigantic jugs. She lifts the heavy flesh of each breast and cant help but quietly moan. She can feel her pussy getting so wet. She thinks about earlier tonight, when she pretended to resist and you poured the oil onto her tits, intending to make her grow whether she liked it or not…
She can feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. Her panties are completely soaked. Then, Amy remembers the gym.
She remembers thrusting out her enormous chest to every man that passed by. All those men staring at her lewd body.
She imagines what it would’ve been like to let all those men have their way with her…
All those strong hands rubbing and groping her giant, perverted udders…. Rubbing oil into them to make her grow even bigger against her will…
Amy stifles a moan as she brings herself to a mind-blowing orgasm.
She climbs back into bed beside you, and drifts asleep.
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The next morning you wake up and wander into the shower, still half-asleep. You remember the intense marathon of sex you had with Amy the night earlier. You also remember pouring the oil onto her in your sexual frenzy, despite her best efforts to stop you. You hope she isn’t mad.
You dry yourself off and enter the bedroom preparing to apologize. Instead, you find Amy topless on the bed, her gigantic tits already slathered in oil.
“Baby…” she says coyly, “I want you to make my boobs even bigger.”
You drop your towel in awe, revealing your growing erection.
“I love having huge tits. I’ve always wanted to be busty! But…” she looks away shyly.
“They’re not big enough…” Amy looks up at you with pleading eyes.
“Please baby, will you grow my titties for me?”
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