Autumn 2026 with @redjenkins72 🧡
Hearing the rustling leaves outside, I brace for how the breeze will stiffen my nipples against my already straining tank top. Nevertheless the dog wanted out, so it had to be done. They were already tingling before I hoisted myself up to waddle the seemingly impossible twenty feet from the couch to the door, and I had been daydreaming about my next milking for who knows how long before the dog made his needs known. I mindlessly scratch the exposed dome protruding from my abdomen as I gather my wits about me and summon the will to cross the room for our pup. Once kissed by the cool autumn breeze my teats slowly but noticeably became fully erect, begging to be teased and kissed and milked. I moaned quietly as they grew and pushed the confines of the thin white tank top to its absolute limit, and I felt the heat in my pussy intensify. Being so massively swollen from carrying your litter and constantly aroused from the special vitamins you give me each morning has made my clit grow to thrice its normal size, and it throbs every time I think of you. My mind wanders while the dog runs around, and I can barely remember a time before I started to swell at such an accelerated rate. This is what we had both wanted, and you had arranged appointments with fertility specialists, supplements for both of us, extra feedings, and the arrival of a hospital grade pump to make it happen. Somehow you had convinced my job to allow me to work from home permanently and not only were they accommodating, they were happy to triple my salary, making money something I didn’t have to occupy my thoughts with any longer. In fact, I don’t have to concern myself with much of anything other than relaxing and thinking happy thoughts. You’ve even taken to feeding me, making sure I consume every last morsel and swallow every bit of the special smoothie you insist upon at every meal. Somehow the smoothie has kept any sort of morning sickness at bay and it tastes divine so I don’t mind, but you have refused to tell me what the secret ingredients are. I only know there’s more than yogurt, strawberries, and bananas in it because I came downstairs early one morning and peered on groggily as you were moving several orange pill bottles from the counter next to the blender to a locked box I had never seen before. Since then I had been curious, but I trust you and know you’d never do anything to harm us. The dog barking at my ankles breaks my reverie and I reach one hand behind my back while instinctively cradling my lower belly with the other as I turn around to coax the door open with my ass. My bottom is rounder than ever, and I suspect you fulfilling my every craving has something to do with that. I slowly shuffle my overripe form back inside and I glance at my watch. Thank heavens I only have to wait an hour more for you to get home. It’ll take me almost as long to carry my swollen mass upstairs and change from the outfit you had chosen this morning- the thin white tank top and ruffled panties- into your favorite lace neglige, the one that inspired you to fill me to the brim almost two months ago. I know how much you love seeing the way it fits completely change as we all keep growing for you 🩷
When I entered our home I beelined toward the bedroom, following the delicate trail of moans originating from the end of the hallway...
Your growth had really been picking up, and in all fairness, that was to be expected with the powerful cocktail of drugs I had been feeding you in the form of a smoothie along with every extravagant meal, plus a heaping dose of encouragement from me to make sure you were eating enough for the litter...
Your reaction to me insisting on feeding you was adorable, giving you more hands to worship the obscene dome your deliciously plump belly was rapidly becoming while I ensured your increasing hunger was fully satisfied...
After all, my pregnant princess gets what she wants...
Staring at the gravid goddess before me, I can't believe it's not even been two months yet...
Thanks to the hormones in your smoothies, your once already exceptionally large breasts had quickly started growing at an astounding rate...blowing through cup sizes while areolas rapidly stretched to the size of dinner plates, nipples stretching into thick teats. Fattening into bloated udders that fight to stay on top of your titanic womb...but don't worry my little cow, they're only going to get bigger...
Your thighs and hips have also benefited from the cocktail, plumping and widening into over exaggerated "childbearing" hips that would make anyone who knew you before double take...I want everyone to see just how good you grow my seed while your hips brush against the door frame...quickly outgrowing most of your wardrobe...
Before the treatments, before the supplements and my cheeky little additions, your ass was already awe-inspiring...so much junk in the trunk it made me rethink my stance as a tit man...but things couldn't stay the same...especially since now you had all the extra weight up front...of course your bottom was going to grow in spectacular fashion to counter balance your increasing "burdens"...and judging from how often you pin me against a wall with your growing behind, I think you enjoy it too...
The nightie you were wearing was destroyed...this was what you were wearing when I filled you within an inch of your life...and now it was in tatters, laying haphazardly on the body of the goddess of obscene fertility I saw before me...
You are going to get enormous...time to hook you up to the milker and get you a snack princess...you must be starving...
It had taken me a while to heave my body across the living room, up the stairs, to our bedroom and into the closet to change. Well… almost into the closet. It’s a walk-in that seemed huge when we first moved in, but now my rapidly widening hips and burgeoning behind are competing with the racks of clothing, which has made it difficult for me to get fully inside to retrieve anything. I’m not sure how you knew to prepare for this, but you had begun hanging all of my outfits for each day on hooks neatly arranged outside the door several weeks ago. It’s a good thing too, because I’d become too distracted by hormones and arrousal to give any thought to what I should wear. At first I had wondered why none of the clothing you provided each day looked familiar, but gave up on caring when you mentioned they were selected precisely to allow for easy access and accentuate the changes to come.
Once I made it to the bedroom I carefully prepared for you repeating the steps you had taught me all those days...? …weeks? ago. I grabbed the bottle of lotion you left out, squirted ten generous pumps onto my growing globe and began to slowly rub it all in with both hands. My eyes rolled back with relief as I relaxed my ab muscles and let my belly hang freely, without any pretense. Years of sucking in my stomach to appear more trim to the outside world was a difficult habit to break but there was no hiding this bump anyhow. My pregnant form was undeniable, and I could only dream of how it would swell as I incubated our brood. My hands massaged slowly across the expanse- the sensitive skin smooth and taught- while I wondered when my belly button would pop.
Next I reached for the ten gallon tub of thick cream you had left on the bureau and extracted a cupped handful for each breast, massaging each one just like you taught me. It had felt so good during your demonstration that I found myself immediately dying to take over once you started your process on my right breast, always your favorite. It took everything in my power to wait until you finished before starting at the top of my left breast with both hands and working my way down to the small rosy nipple. I blush now thinking about how this elicited a sly “that’s my good girl” from your lips, and how the praise added gallons of fuel to the already burning fire deep within. You had torn the label off of the container before your lesson, so I’m not sure what this thick cream is supposed to do, but whatever it is smells so good…like warm vanilla. It’s funny to remember my breasts the way they used to be… before we started calling them udders. They had always been extra large, but topped with average areola and small puffy nipples that left a lot to be desired. What descends heavily off my chest resting on either side of my swollen belly now are more reminiscent of two firm melons, each topped with areola that had spread to the size of a dinner plate. The flesh which was once unremarkable, pale pink and smooth, was now the color of milk chocolate and growing darker and more textured every day. I have caught myself absentmindedly tracing the raised flesh, exploring the transformation necessary to feed our litter. I’d been thrilled with their development but the day my nipples popped into two thick inch-long teats was one I’ll never forget. We had explored them together, slowly at first, our fingers lightly absorbing their thickness and length. My teats are now twice as large, and we’ve had to upgrade the suction cups on the pumps twice. Did I imagine that mention of eventually having to switch to a bovine-graded engine?
Having moisturized my bump and udders, I pulled that special nightie off the hanger, and guided my arms through the shoulder straps before hoisting my swollen jugs through the gaping hole left in the bust. The neglige had always been beautiful, having been constructed from thin delicate lace. You had chosen this one for our wedding night because we had always enjoyed exploiting the sensitivity of my otherwise boring nipples. As I’ve grown so has their sensitivity and the sensation felt when the lace tugged against my erect buds was so delicious, you teased them so much they popped nickel-size holes in the lace. Those holes became quarter-sized shortly thereafter and by then we had perfected threading my mammary glands through so they could be teased, sucked, and pumped. Not long ago the lace completely tore apart, unable to contain the flesh that had expanded so prolifically behind my teats. I had thought surely we’d end up tossing this nightie as the bust was now showcasing an obscene display of fat milking udders and the bodice had crept up to only cover the upper third of my stomach, but no. You adored this tattered fabric and left it out for me to wear often.
The final step in preparing for you was to lay on the bed propped up by six pillows, legs splayed in an open V before me, my fecund belly pushing them apart. I negotiated my needy udders into the section cups which hung from the ceiling. It was so clever how you installed the upgraded pump in the lower ceiling above our bed, and devised a tubing system to flow all milk expressed into a refrigerated cooler in the attic. I’m sure it’s more complex than that, but engineering matters were always difficult for me to understand even before baby brain fog set in. With my udders now secured in their individual flanges, I flipped the heavy power switch from OFF to LOW & SLOW and relaxed into my fourth and favorite milking of the day. If I had timed it right per your instructions you would be home in a few minutes and my teats would be fully erect and topped with a droplet or two of my milk. You’ve always insisted on milking me yourself when you got home from work, but hated the idea of me having to wait so many hours for a human touch. You had calibrated the LOW & SLOW setting to arouse my teats just as you would, so by the time you arrived home there was a seamless transition from the clear silicone flanges to your loving hands. My eyes were closed and my mind was in a haze of bliss when you stepped into our marital bedroom and gazed upon me, unaware you had entered.
I came to as you were gently oiling my teats- one in each hand-with the lubricant you use daily for this ritual. Contained in a sapphire blue glass decanter you kept strictly on your side of the bed, the liquid inside smelled of butter and brown sugar and makes every nerve in my teats tingle. The swollen folds of my pussy were slick with anticipation as our lips found each other and embraced in our first kiss of the evening.
For the first time this evening I get to admire your growing form...
The real world requires me to be away from you every day but coming home to the site of my growing princess surrounded by the evidence of snack stores depleted...clothes outgrown...udders overfed...
You "understood the assignment" as they say. Now that you were growing so colossally full of my seed you had given in...indulged a little...I even added a little hose that fed directly from the tanks of recently extracted milk...only it was getting mixed with some of the smoothie compounds. Just something to keep my princess happy and plump, you don't need to worry that your udders are getting just a little bit bigger with each sip...
I never would have imagined my litter would be so large inside of you, but every day your burgeoning belly grows ever closer to end of the bed...and ever more so irresistible.
In a perfect world I would be able to be with you always, hand-feeding you ever morsel you desire...while you focus on the one task you have at this moment...growing our brood. Judging by the size of you, you're going for extra credit...(over-achiever, lol) but who says that's a bad thing...I've loved your body from the moment I met you...Yeah I didn't know how curvy you were from your dating app profile, but so what, you were the best first date I ever had...now that we're married and your form has only further ripened the only thing I can think of that would make you more perfect in my eyes is stuffing you full of my seed until you can't move...till you can't think. I desire you so gorged on my seed that people thing you are already expecting...in a perfect world, you would be so irresponsibly swollen that everyone would be concerned for your well being...but you're just fine.
You're growing for me.
Your udders were quickly becoming a concern...or were they? ;)
They had been huge for a long time, but this was something else...it was like they had a mind of their own...gorging themselves on every spare calorie to continue their never-ending march of unrelenting growth...
Every single piece of clothing you had was quickly becoming overwhelmed by the onslaught of titty meat...and you were loving it!!
I swear I would come home each night and your fat fucking tits would already be tearing out of your newest top in all directions...
Maybe I shouldn't have put the breast growth powder in the smoothies?? Nahhhhhhhhh!
All it basically did was cause the onset of low-grade macromastia...and judging by how much you loved your overfed udders I figured continuing to fuel the fire couldn't hurt...
but the effects were clearly compounding...every day I could see the visible fattening of your breasts...not that I was complaining...your enormous, mind-shattering juggs were a source of pleasure for both of us, but this size was rapidly becoming something I had only dreamed of in my most depraved ventures into the dark corners of the internet...
I thought back...maybe it was a bad idea installing that milk hose next to the bed...that's when things seemed to speed up...
Before work you milked me; our routine changed a bit as it had been a couple of days since we switched to the industrial pump. I started making so much milk that you couldn’t finish what replenished overnight.
You woke me up by covering my belly with kisses, starting with the exposed underside before slightly parting my udders to kiss the top. My eyes flickered and you kissed my lips while tracing your fingers lazily around my massive titflesh. My arousal was immediate and urgent, made apparent by my right nipple dripping hot milk onto my belly below. Never one to be wasteful you swirled your tongue around the erect teat and latched, sucking greedily. I was lost in a haze of ecstasy, my right hand supporting the back of your head, my left hand groping my left breast. Suddenly my left teat exploded, showering my belly, your head, and the sheets. I had been so used to you getting to the left side before that happened, but the unexpected letdown was so fucking hot that my clit throbbed as if kissed by lightening. You had not yet drained my right teat so you stopped for one moment to affix the industrial pump’s flange over my meaty left nipple and flipped the switch. After confirming the stream was flowing through the clear pipe leading to the ceiling, you repositioned, lips enveloping my right nipple and sucking deep. I suspect you felt the heat from my womanly folds because your right hand traveled down my belly, stopping once your thumb grazed my clit… and you started stroking it. I let out an involuntary and primal moan at the sensation, orgasming almost immediately. Spurred on by my insatiable lust you stuck three fingers inside my pussy. After a few minutes of circling my g-spot with your fingers you finished your breakfast and laid my slightly deflated right udder down. Without missing a beat you caught the feral look in my eye, the one that screams I NEED YOU NOW, and pulled out your thick hard cock. “Please, PLEASE” I begged, and you sunk your throbbing cock deep inside me. Your rock hard member pistoned in and out of me, every inch aflame as my pussy tightened around it… I lost count of how many times I came as you finally climaxed, pumping what felt like a gallon of your seed inside me. It was almost as if you were filling me up and the pump attached to my left tit was sucking out your cream.
You helped me up and out of the bed and watched me waddle to the restroom to clean up before MY breakfast was served. Sitting next to me at the table, you fed me from a hefty plate of scrambled eggs, pancakes,and fruit making sure to nudge a giant glass of strawberry banana smoothie my way. I slurped away while rubbing my belly, imagining how much larger it will get over the next six months.
When you were ready to leave for work you kissed the top of my head and whispered in my ear “I left a snack in the bedroom for when you get hungry, my beauty”. Gosh I love you so much. After kissing you at the door I made my way back upstairs and I swear that with each step I could feel my breasts filling up again. I reached the full length mirror outside the closet and took in my reflection, astonished; my udders looked even larger than they did this morning before you had drained them. For the briefest of moments I considered googling if this extreme breast growth was normal. I turned back to the bed and scanned the nightstand for my phone when my eyes laid upon another surprise and completely forgot about any research. My stomach growled and I rubbed my belly as I examined what you had left; what looked like an expandable hose dropped down from the ceiling with a card affixed to the opening. Scrawled in your writing was two simple words but I was immediately intrigued.
DRINK ME.
I opened my mouth and took in the bottom of the hose, flipping the ON switch attached to the side. In doing so I was instantly rewarded with a familiar tasting cream. Swallowing the delicious beverage every few seconds it hit me- I was drinking a concoction of vanilla ice cream and my own milk.
And I couldn’t get enough.
