"OMG, bestie, thank you sooooo much for letting me borrow your boobs! The girl I've been seeing is a real boob fiend, let me tell you, and since this is the third date, I just really wanted something I'd be able to properly wrap around her, y'know? God, they look so good! I just know she's going to love them! I knew they'd get big when I added your boobs on top of mine but, fuck, they really are gigantic, huh? These are tits! Oh, also, none of my bras are going to fit me now. Can I borrow one of yours? Actually, which do you think would be hotter, bulging out of one of your bras, making them look even bigger, or showing up to the date with these colossal fucking udders with no bra at all, just bouncing and jiggling all night? Yeah, now that I say it out loud, braless is definitely the way to go.
"Aw, don't be like that! Stop pouting, I left you with a little something! You were always complaining about back pain and now there's no risk of that with your little A cups! And I'll give them back! Of course, I'll give them back! Y'know... Eventually! Well, I can't give them back right away. That would be ridiculous! If I showed up to this date with huge, gock-swallowing, pornmeat titties hanging off my chest and then showed up to the next with my Barely There Bs, she's gonna know that something is up! So I at least need to keep them for a few more weeks. Maybe a month or two, just to be safe. But I do really like her so we might go long-term... I'm sure you'll adjust! Oh, you know what? If you have any friends who have some boob that they're not using, I could always borrow some of theirs and give some of yours back! I really just need a few more cup sizes!"
"Ta-dah! What do you think? Pretty fucking huge, right? And waaaaay better than my old, tiny titties. They're super sensitive, too! I'm not even sure what bra size I am now, because every time I try to measure them, the tape measure brushes over my nipples and I wind up having to stop everything to grope myself and play with these gigantic, sloshy udders. Look at the way they're bulging out of this little, pathetic top and, God, look at all this fucking cleavage! I could probably fit your entire head between these things!
"Tch, look at you, trying to be all respectful and stuff. 'Looking respectfully' my ass. What if I told you that I didn't want you to look respectfully? What if I told you that I didn't just happen to grow big tits, but I actually did it on purpose? What if I saw your social media feeds and I knew that you're a titsexual and so I made my tits grow and grow and fucking grow just for you? They're soooo big, aren't they? So hot, so heavy, so full and jiggly. Just wait until you see them bounce! I grew them just for you. I grew all this massive, wobbling pornmeat just for you. I want you to look, disrespectfully and lustfully. I want you to give in to all of your titsexual gooner desires. I want you to touch yourself while you think about these super stuffed up megamilkers. I want you to lose your fucking mind to the point where all you can think about are my fabric-stretching, bra-busting sex mounds! I want you to forget everything until your whole life is just worshipping these super duper ultra hyper God damn mother fucking tits!! If you do that for me, I promise, I'll keep growing for you. Maybe, if you're really good for me, I'll even let you touch them. Once they've gotten a little bigger, of course."
"I'm so fucking spoiled, guys. Look at me, this is out of hand. Ever since I got this sponsorship it's like so obvious what this company is doing. I guess a bunch of social media outreach people and rich advertising gurus love to see pretty girls get fat. I can't say I really blame them. It's fun to watch, isn't it? Seeing me get softer, bigger, squishier, jigglier.... tuckered out so much easier.
This company reached out and were like, 'Hey Natalie, love the content. We're a super trans-inclusive brand making leggings and sporty clothes that have built-in tucking fabric that minimizes the size of your impressive genitalia. Hoping you're interested in giving a review!' They pay an insane amount AND yeah, they're super nice. Funny, personable, not at all corporate or robotic to interact with. I get paid like legit 5x what other sponsors give out. The clothes come and in the note they specifically mention their products stretch if I happen to splurge on food with my sponsorship money or do some mukbang videos. That they love working with models of all sizes and I never need to worry about my weight, working with them. Hmmmm my how hyper specific!
I chat to the sponsorship rep assigned to me, she had me try on the clothes for her as she very clearly enjoyed the show and got flustered, complimenting my body. My breasts, my ass, my thighs, my cock especially. Her eyes lit up telling me how gorgeous and big it was. We chatted a while, and she repeated what the note said, that if I get bigger it's no issue and I deserve to treat myself. I went along with it, even telling her maybe I will get bigger.....
I looked into their models and yeah, no surprises. Lots of trans girls but if you scroll back on every model's page, they're way skinnier. After my first real shoot I got a generous bonus and they took me out to an all-you-can-eat buffet.... subtle, guys. They told me to eat until my pretty heart and belly is content. That was less than a year ago and needless to say, I'm happily signing on to renew my contract for another five years. This is incredible. I've almost doubled my starting weight of 130lbs. Getting SO big already and they tell me very openly they want me to model every size they offer. Up to 10X. My cock hardened so much when they said that. I told them I can't wait to be so big I fill out a 10X and it looks too small on me. The rep smiled and said she knew she made the right choice when she targeted my page.
I don't really care how fat I get. Probably well over 500lbs. Maybe even bigger? If it means I can keep up this contract, get paid to pile on weight and model cute clothes for such an inclusive cause! I've never felt sexier.... And I'm glad they even sponsor my adult material too. Do you like watching a growing, pretty trans girl jerk off and stuff her face for hours and hours? I hope so.... Because it looks like they want me to make lots and lots of content for you all as I work my way up to their largest sizes! ❤️"
Well, we knew it would happen sooner or later. Last night our daughter Vanessa's breasts popped. She's always been a very open minded, sexually free spirited girl. She begged us to keep buying her bigger expanders not even because she thought they looked good or wanted big fake breasts. Vanessa wanted them because she knew they'd drive boys wild. And oh did it ever....
Vanessa would be bringing boys around our home all the time. She had sex constantly and was not shy about people seeing her in the act. Oftentimes if we were around she'd be riding a guy, on top, she'd turn to us and smile if we walked by her room and its always-open door. "Mom, dad, take my picture! Don't I look beautiful all covered in sweat, pleasing a guy?" she'd say, and we'd oblige, photographing her. Putting it on our Instagram for everyone to see.
But sadly Vanessa's massive fake breasts simply couldn't take anymore. While surrounded by guys, at a neighbor's firepit gathering, a guy smacked her left breast as she rode another. It completely split apart. The saline inside ruptured out, splitting her implant, then the gush of saline tore right through her already stretched skin and it popped like a big water balloon all over the guy's lap. The men went crazy and started smacking her right breast and the same thing happened. It split diagonally across the whole breast. This left her with two very large, empty 'sacks' as the remains of her beloved monster fake tits.
The surgeon is stuffing them with slightly smaller expanders that can reach her old size once she heals. Sadly her breasts will have very long scars now, but it could be kind of cute if this keeps happening and our Vanessa gets a little collection of bursting scars. Her father and I agree it'll probably be just another thing about her that drives men wild. And I'm sure this won't deter Vanessa's desire to please men one bit.
"H-hey, uh, listen! When we made that bet, that was just us being silly, r-right? I mean, y'know, it was just some friendly trash talking! When I said that my team was going to grind yours into the dirt and bring disgrace to their country, I didn't actually mean it! Obviously, right? So when I said that I'd let you double the size of my tits if my team lost, that was- Mmmf... Fuck! Come on! Please? I'll let you grope them as much as you want! I'll even let you suck on them! But I'm already so big, I really can't get any bi- Ooouughhnnn! Oh, God, I'm going to be so fucking huge! Just stop, okay? You don't have to do this! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to disrespect your team! What do you want me to say, huh? Obviously, you won, so your team is waaaay better! Way better than my team is! Better than my team will ever be! Fuck, fuck, fuck, my jersey is getting so tight! You're going to make me rip out of it! That's what you want, isn't it? Punish me by making my fat udders grow until they tear my jersey to shreds! You vindictive, fucking- AAAHHNNNN!"
It was magnetic. Dana thought taking breast growth pills might be a tiny boost in self-esteem, something to help fill out her figure going into University. Instead it changed everything about her life. Men noticed her more, sure. Catcalling her, groping her, lifting her top from time to time in public. Just men being men, nothing new there. But something much more exciting happened....
Other women noticed her. Especially those taking Damsel or Jezebel or other supplements. They saw her breasts, usually braless, that was a huge tell, no pun intended. Since bra shopping became very expensive, fast. So, suddenly these blushing women her age would see her big, jiggly, braless tits and get visibly aroused. Dana would see theirs, and an immediate spark of electricity would occur. They'd eye each other up, then usually approach....
Sometimes making out on the spot, pressing their enlarged, growing breasts together, immediately so horny nothing could hope to separate them. They'd kiss, grab at each other, start to claw and pull and grind against the other. They'd often run somewhere private enough and have sex, right there. Dressing rooms. Coffee shop restrooms. Alleyways. Along hiking trails. Dana never anticipated that growing bigger boobs would entail an entire sexual awakening. Suddenly a walking beacon for any other sapphically inclined women doing the same as her.
Because it never stopped with just a few cup sizes. Dana and all the others greedily continued taking their precious supplements, growing out their breasts to DDs, G-Cups, JJ-Cups, N-Cups..... more and more and more. With each inch and pound added to their breasts they felt all the more naughty, all the more powerful, like what they were doing was so very wrong but they simply couldn't help it. An addict, one they gleefully reveled in, forming polycules, knowing full well most of them would need assistance as they increase their breasts to mammoth, heavy proportions that impede their day-to-day lives.
"A lot of you guys requested I try fem hrt as a cis girl. Just to see what'd happen. You guys are bad, you know that? I used to be a normal health and fitness vlogger. You came to me, pretending like this was something you were really curious about. Since it was well known the doses in modern hrt are out of control. Hence so many trans girls get such huge boobs and excess weight gain. But I heard your questions and tried to approach it with a level head, a professional. Right? Like maybe if I exercise, eat a clean vegan diet, and don't overstimulate myself, maybe I can prove it's behavioral and not just hormones..... Boy was I wrong.
For those joining since my last weigh-in went viral, I started feminizing hrt eight months ago. I was a DD-cup. I weighed 136lbs. Now I'm like, a QQ-cup. And I weigh 260lbs. WTF? I'm SO goddamn curvy. I kind of love it! I went dress shopping and the poorgirl doing the measurements was gawking at me like she anted to start gooning right in the middle of her shift. She complimented everything she could about my body. I told her she could have a figure just like this, and gave her my doctor's number. Can't wait to see her bloat up like me!
I'm horny 24/7. All I think of is pleasure and sex (no shocker why Gen Z trans girls are such kinky little exhibitionists. Well, I say 'little'. Not really. They're all racing each other to get curvier. Straight to becoming bedbound like a boulder of lard. I, um, will show the restraint I lacked before when this was new to me! I'll show you that you can maintain a weight like this and not pile on more fat. Ummmm..... don't mind also that I gave up being vegan and do fast food Mukbangs every few days..... It's just for extra content and you guys seem to love it! I'm not, like..... TRYING to get bigger! Duh.....
I'll keep you guys posted as my journey continues. I'm a bit worried my boobs are gonna make it hard to walk soon but that's just part of the fun. I'm beginning to think based on how you guys responded to my growth and how guys and girls alike respond irl too.... that maybe this is definitely the way to go. A few more pounds or inches won't hurt! Oh, and please send me some name of fitness and healthy vlog streamers. I'd love to have our community raid them and get the cis girl hrt challenge going viral! I think all these thin, athletic girls will be reallyyy happy with the results! I certainly am..... They should inject hormones like this into every woman. Bloat us up like farm cattle. I know I used to be such a diehard feminist but now..... I kinda wanna just see pretty girls become hopelessly voluptuous. We're just cattle after all! We exist to breed, get pumped full of hormones, and get fattened up!"
"Oh... no... Mrs Goldman... you don't need to worry about your husband having an affair with me! I mean... not that he wouldn't want to, but... well... I can hardly bend over to put a coffee on this desk without him squirting a load in his briefs."
"Ugh... I should've known." Valarie rolled her eyes and scoffed. "He can't manage to get it out of his pants for me either!"
"Ha! I figured as much..." Jessica smirked. "But, I guess that was part of the appeal for you?"
"True..." Valarie nodded. "A lot of trophy wives have to actually fuck their husbands, so I've got a good thing going. It was just... one of the girls in accounting described you to me... then told me how much you were making... I thought..."
"Oh... naturally. But that's just so I don't tell about his habit of... selling off all his stock, long before the market's peaked. I'm sure a couple of the girls have noticed he keeps changing his pants throughout the day but... they don't know, know... just, suspect. And as long as the money's good... I can keep a secret. Hate to ruin a man's reputation... very bad for business..."
"Hmm..." Valarie tapped her lips, "reputation is very important in any business. Maybe it's better for both of us, if everyone else just assumes he's banging his secretary, rather than knowing you spend half you time bringing him new pants, and the other half going to the dry cleaners!"
The pair of them laughed.
Jessica's eyes narrowed. "You know... it seems that neither of us is fucking your husband, so... I'm guessing we could both do with a little relief from time to time..." she smiled coyly.
"Oh..." Valarie gasped. "Um... yes... well... we all have our needs..."
"And... if we're going to pretend that... there's some sort of extra-marital affair... wouldn't it be easier to keep our stories straight if... it's closer to the truth..." Jessica uncrossed her legs, and turned towards Valarie.
"Ahem... well... I hadn't thought of it that way..." she blushed. "But... while I might not've had as much success as my husband has... I can still see you're presenting... a very beneficial opportunity"
"Hey guys just a quick vid. Week 14 on Damsel. I'm starting to freak out because I'm outgrowing everything FAST. Like on one hand I'm glad my girlfriend, Alexis, came out and told me she loves big boobs but I'm starting to feel like this is getting out of hand. She's kind of a spoiled girl already so I'm wondering if I should enable her this much. Alexis is a total brat. Rich parents who give her all the money she could want. No job. She sits home masturbating all day and brags about it like a total spoiled princess. Doesn't have to lift a finger to help out at home and her parents very openly enable her.
She randomly commented on a video I did saying she lives in my town and thought I was really pretty. I thought it might be a scam but she was SO needy. Like, it was adorably pathetic. She kept messaging me saying how badly she wanted to kiss me and touch me and eat me out. I decided to humor her and OMG she's so gorgeous. Like I melted when I saw her face to face. She eyed me up and down and blushed. As we sat for coffee she asked me in a really needy voice if she was 'allowed to touch herself' as we spoke. I said no but she could grind her seat.
"No!?" she squeaked, and started grinding immediately. "But I need to touch myself so bad.... you're so pretty...." in just the dreamiest voice, fully unable to control herself.
I went along with her very openly sexual behavior and soon enough she confessed how addicted she was to looking at big tits. Since she's a needy spoiled brat I agreed to take Damsel. Only problem is.... the bigger my boobs get the hornier it makes and and the more she wants me to grow them out. I'm screwed, aren't I? This dopey, girl-crazy princess is gonna make my keep overinflating my tits until they're so big I can hardly carry them. I feel like such an idiot but part of me is happy I'm doing this for her...
She makes it so easy. When she writhes against me, suckling on my breasts, making her little gasps and moans as I start touching her sex, rubbing it until she squirts all over our bed.... Then we grind together, scissor, hump each other, kiss for hours, pressed as close as we can get. We lie together covered in our sweat and juices, falling to sleep every night. I think I'll keep growing my breasts as big as Alexis wants if it means we can keep this going so intensely. And if she wants to show off the huge breasts she's coercing me to grow at the beach or pool.... I hope everyone enjoys the show. Knowing Alexis is the reason they're so big as she giddily plays with them and stares at them whenever we go out makes me feel as spoiled and needy as she is. ❤️"
"OMG guys what did I just agree to? This cute guy sat next to me, asked me who I was, what I do for a living, hobbies.... normal stuff. He told me he's a surgeon. Mind you, he's a muscular dude who's hot as hell, shirtless, I can see how big his cock is in his shorts. I'm in horny idiot mode thinking if I nod my head and giggle enough he'll fuck me.... On the plus side he did say he'll buy me a few drinks later to celebrate my, um..... double mastectomy.
He started asking me questions about my family history, he offered to give me an exam when I told him my aunt and cousin got breast cancer. He gave my tits a nice series of squeezes in front of everyone here. He nodded and said he thinks he feels a lump in one. That it's probably just a benign cyst but he'd be 'happy to remove them for me'. I thought he meant my cyst, but he only said it as singular. He repeated this and I pressed him, asking, "Oh wow, so you think I have multiple cysts!?"
He laughed and shook his head. "You're cute when you're playing ditzy. I mean your breasts. I'd love to remove them for you."
I was like..... completely stunned, blushing, melting in his hands, which were still on my breasts by the way. A random woman watching and filming hollered, "Hey darling if the doctor is offerin' to remove those fat titties of yours I'd go ahead and do it."
Several others laughed and cheered on what she said.
I felt trapped, unable to back out. "I guess so, you think I need them removed?"
"Oh definitely! It'll only take a second, you'll be back on your feet a day later at worst. Very easy procedure."
"There's no other way....? I like my boobs...."
"Of course you do, but preventative mastectomies are common sense for big breasted girls like you." He let go of my boobs, giving one a light smack. "You'll be glad you did. It'd be my pleasure to remove your breasts, darling."
I squirmed in place, horny just from seeing him smile, from having him touch me. "I-I..... fine. You can get rid of my boobs, I guess....."
An onlooker whistled. "Good girl, get those things chopped off!" she cheered.
I looked away, putting my boobs back into my bikini top. "When do you wanna do it?"
He grinned handsomely. "I'm overjoyed to hear you say that. You know what? I had someone cancel at four this afternoon. Would you mind swinging by around then? My clinic is right across from this hotel."
"I bet they give you a free pass to come here and find girls like me to give breast exams to," I teased him.
"Good guess. They're happy to have me wander over here in my free time and recruit willing victims."
I blushed deep red. "Willing what???"
"Patients, sweetheart. Patients in need of my services. Which reminds me, I offer several more exploratory exams if you're interested. Never know what else I might find."
I bit my lip as he got up. "OK.... search all you want. You clearly wanna work on me even more...."
"See? That's what I like. Girls that know how to please a guy like me. Don't worry, I'll be gentle..... ish. Just, humor me. How much of you are you comfortable with me removing? I could always use some extra practice."
"Ummmm......." I dithered and shrugged. "Wh-Whatever you want!" I giggled like an idiot.
He seemed content. "Splendid. See you at four."
"I'll be there early."
"It's a date. Always a pleasure finding such a submissive girl."
He walked away. One lady came up to me and told me I better call my parents to come pick up whatever's left of me. I told them I'm OK if he wants to keep the rest of me as a plaything..... might as well at this point. I'm so embarrassed. Uhhhh, wish me luck? I guess I'm about to become some rich surgeon's new favorite fleshlight."
"Oh, you must be Darren, my daddy said you'd be stopping by," Reilly said.
"I didn't know anybody else would be here. I'm sorry, he said to come around back of the house to where the sauna and jacuzzi are.... Wow, holy shit." He averted his eyes as Reilly shook her breasts. "I'm SO sorry. I can come back."
"No, you're in the right spot. I'm about to hop in the jacuzzi if you wanna join me, or just watch. Daddy's running late with, um, a client...."
"Are you sure it's OK? You're Reilly. He's showed me pictures, none that are recent, apparently.... The only pictures on his desk are you, well, as a kid. How old are you?"
She shook her breasts more. "Nineteen. Almost twenty. Is that a problem? I don't make you uncomfortable, I hope....."
"No, not at all. Just, uh, act like I'm not here. I'll wait for your dad....."
She shrugged. "In that case, it's so nice I think I might take off my swimsuit. Would you mind helping me so I don't have to bug my maid. She might spank me if I keep bothering her...." She leaned in to whisper, "I think she just likes smacking my ass and paddling my tits. She loves to punish me for the smallest stuff."
"I.... can't you just go in with your suit on?"
"Awww so embarrassed. That's cute. Can I ask you something?"
"I guess?"
"What kind of girls do you like? Fat? Skinny? Blonde? Brunette? Small boobs? Big boobs?" She frowned. "Are mine too big for you?"
"No not at all! Um.... they're beautiful, honestly. You're just my boss's daughter. It'd be out of line for me to....."
"To what? Fuck me?"
Darren's cock hardened in his suit pants. "Sure.... If he saw me back here, he might think...."
"What? That you forced me? Daddy would love that actually... He'd say you're showing initiative. Instead you're just gawking at my breasts. Daddy isn't giving me pills to make them bigger just so his clients and employees can stand there drooling...."
"Wait, he sent me back here.... to fuck his daughter with a massive set of tits?"
"You should trust the first instinct of your cock, Mr. Darren. The second you saw me, I saw lust before you put on your coy little act. You wanted to pounce on me like a lion and rip off my swimsuit."
"And that would've impressed your dad?"
"Let's start over, dummy..... Hi, you must be Darren, I was about to jump into the jacuzzi, care to join me?" Darren started rapidly taking off his clothes, making Reilly giggle. "Daddy, keeps making me take these dumb pills to grow huge boobs. I guess he loves seeing me struggle. Perv..... Do you like big fat tits like daddy does?"
Darren lunged at Reilly, pulling down her swimsuit to her hips. He groped one of her breasts harshly. "Big? These are tiny compared to how big your daddy should make you grow them...." He kissed her neck, pulling her swimsuit the rest of the way off.
"Oh my....! So aggressive.... at this rate we're gonna have to explain why I'm pregnant as a house eight months from now....."
"You let me worry about that slut." He pulled her up, walking her by the neck to the jacuzzi. "Get in."
"OK.... daddy might be home soo--"
He loudly smacked her ass. "I said in."
She obeyed, getting in the jacuzzi. "But daddy's gonna catch us."
"Good. I want him to see your desperate pleading eyes as I fuck the shit out of you. I want to show him what a whore his little girl is."
She bit her lip. "There you go.... That's what my daddy wants to see...."
"Daddy, pleeeease can you take me for a walk. I wanna go out and show off my body. These hormones mom gave me are unreal! Look at me," Jenny explained, posing for her dad, Noah.
"I see you, dear. But I have to work.... this manuscript won't finish itself."
"Pfffft, come ON, daddy! You can write your book any time. You have custody of me this week, so I'm yours and you need to keep me occupied!"
"I can't believe Georgia really made it so you're under our custody until you're 25 unless you get married." Noah sighed. "Jesus, look at the size of you, Jenny. You look ready to give birth."
"Nope! I'm only six months along! No idea how many babies.... wanna feel and count? Or maybe you can take me for a walk like a good daddy and let me make some money for us to go out later and have fun! After a few rough clients my babies will be kicking more so they'll be easier to count!"
"Is this what mom does with you? She takes you out and let's you hook to make money?"
"Yep! In the afternoon. Sometimes the evening. Otherwise she straps me into a really fancy, state-of-the-art fuck machine she bought with the divorce settlement money! She straps me in, puts in my ballgag, blindfold, a tarp and buckets under me to catch my juices and waste. And she lets the machine keep me occupied as she works."
"Great. I really wish I had one of those to strap you into right now...."
"Awwww don't feel too bad daddy. It was 50k I think. If you take me out allllll day this week I might make close to that and you can buy me one if you wanna write your manuscript and keep me occupied!" Jenny giggled, rubbing her belly.
"Wow you make that much just turning tricks, darling?"
"Yep! When my belly is nice and big I make so much extra! Men can't keep their hands off me. Do you want a ride, daddy?"
Noah folded his arms. "Jesus, how'd you turn into such a desperate little nympho?"
"I had a daddy more interested in his books than spending, ahem, quality time with his beautiful grown-up daughter."
"Fair enough.... So, does mom have sex with you, too?"
"Of course! She loves to fuck me with a strap and tie me up! And we scissor a lot too....."
"I guess I have her to blame for you being a sex-crazed little slut. Oh well, come here."
"Yay!" She ran over, breasts bouncing, lifting her little sleep dress, planting her fat ass right on her dad's lap, grinding his erection. "Oooo daddy, you're so hard! Why were you playing so shy? Do you like seeing me all grown up? We have so much catching up to do! Do you like big heavy breasts like mine? Girls with fat asses? Big bellies full of kids? Swollen pussies? Sooooo much to talk about!"
"I can see why your mother just straps you into a fuck machine half the day. You probably get your juices on everything, my jeans are already soaked."
"Sorry, daddy. I'm extra wet today..... Tell me all about the girls you like! As you fuck me. Then you can watch me whore myself for hours and hours! Doesn't that sound like fun, daddy?"
"I'm so happy you're helping me launch my career," Kylie purred to her older brother, Zack.
"Yeah, yeah. I mean, Mom really pushed me to do it. So what, you're just gonna jiggle yours breasts and feel them up here? In the middle of the mall?"
"Of course, doesn't that excite you, filming your little sister's huge natural breasts in front of soooo many people?"
"I mean, if those injections I bought you qualify as 'natural', sure."
"You're so cute when you're negative! ❤️ And by the way.... thank you for buying me these. We're totally gonna make all the money back. And I'll pay you back triple, like I said!"
"It's not about the money, Kylie. It's weird, pimping out my sister. Filming you like this. And holy shit.... your outfit. You're barefoot in the tiniest shorts I've ever seen. A g-string bikini and top that's like..... designed for breasts half your size."
"Don't I look adorable?" she purred again, shaking her breasts for him. "Doesn't it turn you on just a little, seeing me all grown up with breasts like all those girls I caught you jerking it to over and over?"
"You always were allergic to giving me privacy..... And yeah, it's kinda hot. They're big already and I only used a tenth of the serum I bought off the Willowbrooke site. It's expensive, but those results are really fucking great."
"Right??? And I'm soooo lucky to have a loving older brother to pimp me out and film me like a perv hiding in the bushes outside my window....." She giggled.
Zack cleared his throat. "I never...... forget it. You're right, I love seeing you like this. I'm a voyeur. There, happy?"
"Almost. Now, film me just shaking my breasts, squeezing them.... playing with them. Be sure to get any disgusted looks from people walking by. Or guys catcalling me. This is gonna sell like crazy on my new OF!"
Zack filmed her for a few minutes, his erection building. He lowered his phone. "I should get you seducing some random men. Let's see if any of these guys will fuck you."
"Oooo, you really ARE my pimp! You wanna film me getting fucked, big bro? Does that turn you on, seeing me get my body groped and fucked by strangers?"
Zack's breaths trembled. "Y-Yeah.... I wanna see you get fucked really hard."
"Mmmmm, and when we get home, if you don't mind sloppy seconds.... er, well, eighths? Tenths? Twentieths? How many men should I fuck on camera for you? Do I beg them all for money to pay off my pimp brother who keeps injecting my poor tits with experimental growth drugs?"
Zack almost came, yet composed himself. "God you're such a dumb little nympho, Kylie. I'm going to pimp you out all I want, run your OF. Your money will belong to me and you'll do as I say."
Kylie deeply kneaded her breaths, closing her eyes, moaning softly as a large stain appeared on her shorts. "Shit...."
"You're just happy to finally be a desperate whore, huh? Fine. You're mine now. And those big fat tits? We're gonna start injecting them way more often than the instructions recommend. Just to see what'll happen."
Kylie's face got red and hot. "Yes, Master..... don't hesitate to use me as often as you like.... my body belongs to you."
Two young men approached Jamie, obviously staring at her breasts. "Can I help you.....? Oh!"
One of the men helped himself, pulling Jamie's right breast from her top. "You wanna work on these?" he asked his friend, lifting and feeling up the breast, testing its weight.
"Yeah," his friend said. "They're a decent size, I'd have a lot of fun removing them."
Jamie cleared her throat. "Um! You guys! What are you two doing with my breasts?"
"Oh, we're looking for candidates for our surgery exam this week. I'm Sean, that's Ryan."
Ryan waved, taking out Jamie's other breast. Onlookers saw, stopping to take pictures, film, gossip. "Yeah your breasts would be perfect to work on."
"Oh?" she blushed, watching them feel her boobs up. "You mentioned removing them....?"
"Correct, darling," Sean said. "Our exam is, well, we got paired in twos, and we have to find a 'client' or volunteer to help us out and let us work on her."
Ryan gave Jamie's tit a nice smack. "Yep, we're gonna get timed and graded. Basically racing each other to see who can remove one of your breasts first, and toss it on our scale."
"Oh....! Is that right?" Jamie's breath trembled. "And you picked my breasts to remove? I'm kinda flattered."
Sean nodded. "See? Told you she'd be into it."
Ryan shrugged. "We were just gonna gag you and tie you down if you didn't want to. No rule against it."
Jamie nodded, smiling. "Makes sense. I wouldn't be able to stop you two if I wanted. Soooo looks like the second you saw me, my breasts were getting removed one way or another, huh?"
"Correct," they both said.
She placed her hands on theirs, helping them squeeze and feel up her large natural breasts. "So, lead the way. I'd be happy to help you guys with your exam. It'll be nice to see my breasts get used for something so important. Do you need the rest of me?"
Ryan slowly kneaded one breast, thinking. "Probably. I mean, there's plenty more of you we could dismantle or remove."
Sean nodded. "Even if our professor can't think of a project to make use of your body for, we'll figure something else out."
Jamie shrugged. "Or just use the rest of me for practice."
"I can't really hide what I am anymore. I used to be so skinny, reserved, shy.... Then my insurance sent me this ad.... Like I could make money for helping a needy couple and becoming a surrogate. Sounded so noble. The reality is..... They put me in a room, lined up men all the way down the hallway, and had them fuck me. I was told I have to play nice and act like I enjoy it because for the men their insurance told them it was sexual therapy to improve their self-esteem. Mostly a bunch of incels that hate women, but even back then it was kinda fun to hear them berate me and talk down to me..... I rationalized that it'd just be one time.....
This is my fifth pregnancy. No matter how I dress you can tell I'm a seasoned whore. It barely feels real to say it, but after I give birth to these quintuplets, I would've given birth to twenty kids! Two sets of triplets. One of quads. And this is my second set of quintuplets! Hopefully next time I get filled with at least sextuplets!
All these pregnancies have totally changed me. I can't watch movies or read books if they aren't 90% porn. I get so distracted and bored if I'm not watching people fuck.... My brain is so cloudy from all the sex and pregnancies.... I have trouble doing basic math or solving simple problems. I was stuck outside a coffee shop yesterday because i genuinely couldn't figure out you had to pull the door, not push it. The guy who helped me showed me that it said 'pull' and I giggled, admitting I had trouble reading sometimes...... After we got our coffees I gave him a blowjob behind the coffee shop as a thank you for helping me solve a big problem like that!
I told myself after I gave birth the first time that would be it. And yet I signed up again almost immediately after pushing my first batch of triplets out. Look at me...... I've gotten so fat. So curvy and fun to fuck. My breasts were a small B-Cup when I signed on. They're engorged constantly and leak milk nonstop. Constant sex and pregnancy has rewired my brain. I only think of where my next cock is coming from. I ogle men like a perverted nympho, even when they're with their girlfriends or wives. I love rubbing my belly as I stare at men, seeing them notice me. I bite my lip or caress on of my breasts. I lure them over.... And it's like nothing makes me happy anymore except that hit my fried dopamine receptors get when I seduce a guy or just get one desperate enough to fuck me real quick. I just want to keep going, get more and more pregnant, pinned under a massive belly. Helpless. That's the ideal state for all girl, don't you agree? ❤️"
