You've been slipping something into her food that makes her breasts bigger. The increasing pleasure is making it harder for her to think, at a rate juuuust enough to keep her from figuring out what's going on.
Come on, sweetheart. You have to finish every last drop.
It's been so hard lately.
It's been so hard to think.
Just feeling your boobs bounce around gets your mind all fuzzy and hazy, doesn't it?
And look at you! You're still trying as hard as you can to push through.
Your tenacity is impressive, I'll give you that.
But you know you don't have to, right?
The way they overflow your bra.
The way it feels to have your nipples teased and pulled and sucked.
The way it feels to have big, strong hands kneading them.
Your tits didn't used to be this way. Can you remember?
Can you think through the pink haze in your mind and remember what it was like?
You were so accomplished. You were so clever. You were so smart.
And you were so miserable.
You were always so stressed. You were always so worried.
This is so much better, I promise.
You were always concerned with looking good back then and now you look amazing!
Your boobs have swollen up so much!
They're so heavy and full and round.
They're almost hypnotic, the way they sway when you walk around the house topless.
You want to feel good. I know you do.
You'll do whatever you can to get bigger, to get bustier, to grow.
You'll do anything to keep from going back to how you were before.
And that's why you need to finish your milkshake, baby.
There's just a little bit more. I know you can do it.
Just tilt it back and... There you go!
That's so good, my little cow.
Keep drinking your milkshakes.
Don't worry about how they make you grow.
You don't need to worry about anything.
Just take a deep breath... let it out...
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