You know what's cool about a geeky girl? No matter how many growth supplements she takes, all that sitting around means it mostly goes to her ass! Too bad, so sad!
"Bro, are you fucking serious? I was just sitting in my chair, booster pack opening vids on one monitor and Hades on the other, when all of a sudden I heard this ripping sound. I thought it was a loose connection for my headset, but it only got louder when I took them off! I don't know which I was more upset about, the fact that I lost my Hades run or that my ass and thighs absolutely fucking destroyed these leggings! They were my last pair! God, look at the way I'm bulging out of these; I look like a fucking salami. Those growth pills you sold me are bullshit. I should have known from the beginning, when my cosplay skirts started feeling shorter, but you kept telling me to trust the process and now I've got this gigantic fucking ass. You promised massive, sloshing mommy milkers and, after three rounds with those pills, I'm barely a cup size bigger. Ugh, fuuuuuuuck! I'm gonna need to buy a wider gaming chair pretty soon if this keeps up! You're such an asshole. How am I gonna be a titty streamer now?!"
So like my boyfriend left out this big tray of brownies and I of course ate the entire tray, but it turns out they were like super Bimbo Mommy Brownies and like my head feels fuzzy, my boobs are getting all sloshy n'stuff, and Now my cute little tummy is growing super round! Like what should I do bestie!?
Aw, sweetie! It sounds like you already know what you should do! I bet if you closed your eyes and really thought hard, rubbed your last two braincells together the same way you rub your new, big, juicy, titties, you'd see the answer, clear as day!
No? Nothing? Nothing at all in the empty, bimbo head of yours?
That's okay, cutie! Bimbo Mommies aren't supposed to think, anyway! I'll just tell you the answer to make it easy: go find your boyfriend and thank him! I'm sure he left out those growth-inducing, brain-draining brownies specifically for you to eat and you were so good, eating every last one of them! And now look at you! Busty and curvy and soft and giggly, exactly the way he wanted you! Doesn't that feel amazing? Doesn't it feel so good to know that you're doing exactly what you're supposed to, looking exactly how he wants you to?
But now you have to go find him and thank him for helping you feel so good! I'm sure he'd love nothing more than to lay on your lay and suck on your huge bimbo mommy titties! He might fight against you or try to stop him, but he's just being modest! Pin him down, if you have to. Make him suck on your swollen mommy titty until he gets almost as dumb as you. Rub between his legs if it'll help calm him down. He took good care of you, giving you those brownies to make you so big and so soft and so sexy. Now it's your turn to take care of him! And if he sucks long enough and hard enough that your huge, sloshy bimbo mommy titties start to make milk, then you'll just have to reward him for that, too!
my roomie has gained at least 50 pounds in the last 6 months and she has the biggest ass i have literally ever seen… i don’t like her like that but i will admit her rapid weight gain is super hot, and its even hotter knowing its because my eating habits are rubbing off on her >.<
“You look soooooo pent up darling… Here, let your huge pregnant wife help 😍”
My motherly instincts had been off the charts now that I was getting closer to delivery… not that you were complaining being on the receiving end of it 😏
“You’re insatiable, you couldn’t even wait until we got to the bedroom to start getting yourself off with my rack? 😜”
*PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP*
“You’re lucky they’re getting even more sensitive as they get bigger… fuck that feels good 😍🥵”
Y'know, I was on this site, admiring the reviews for spell after spell, and then I saw it. The fattest ass I'd ever seen, hell it had to be the fattest ass in the whole entire world!! I couldn't help myself, and I just spent the evening fingering myself, wishing that ass was mine.
Then, I found this mimicking spell, and GODDAMN!! I am addicted to my ass!! Whenever I don't need to squeeze and stuff my fat, succulent cheeks into a pair of jeans, I am waltzing about, bottomless, ogling each jiggling cheek in the mirrors in my home. There isn't a day that goes by without me groping and masturbating myself to sleep.
Now, all I want is my ass to grow bigger, get more sensitive until I need a crew to renovate my house, and a simple spank can cause me to cum, gush and squirt until I forget my own name. I'm addicted to being huge, and I want-no need to be bigger! Bigger is better!!
"Wow, those are really gorgeous," a commuter complimented Michelle's breasts.
"Oh, um, thank you!" She blushed, smiling big, looking away, very embarrassed.
"Sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
"No, it's OK, I'm actually really flattered. Most men just grope me. Or jerk off on them as I commute into the city."
"Sorry to hear that...."
"Oh don't be. I kind of like it actually, I'm still getting used to my breasts being so big so the whole thing makes me kind of shy."
"They haven't been this big long?"
"No, I'm part of a research study on radiation-induced gigantomastia."
"That's a mouthful, how'd you get roped up in that?"
"Well, my insurance I guess has this waiver I had to sign like in order to keep being insured I can be selected for research studies. Which I don't mind at all!"
"And that's this..... radiation thing?"
"Oh, yeah! It's pretty cool actually."
"I'm all ears."
A man stood next to Michelle, taking out his dick, jerking off standing next to her. She smiled big and blushed, giggling. "Oh God, OK, let me." Michelle took the man's cock, jerking it off for him as she resumed the conversation. "Sooo, basically I used to only have a C-Cup last year. They injected a small culture of benign and malignant cysts and tumors and put them in my boobs. Then they started using targeted radiation to accelerate their growth. I'm a biology major so it's actually super interesting to me!"
"So your breasts are full of cysts and tumors?"
"Yep! Who knows how many. Oh, do I hear groaning? Hang on." Michelle jerked off the man next to her more enthusiastically, opening her mouth wide. She directed his six consecutive loads into her mouth, looking up at him, keeping eye contact. "Any more?" The man shook his head no. "Awww, you did great," she said, swallowing his load. The man slapped his dick against her cheek, wiping it off. "Thank you," she said as he zipped back up, heading to the business car. "Anyway," she wiped his cum off her cheek with her fingers, eating the rest of his cum.
"You seem awfully busy," the first man joked.
"Yep, always am! Guys just can't help themselves. At least you're well behaved."
"For now."
Michelle bit her lip, feeling her breasts, bunching them together. "Soooo, yeah, my boobs are filled to the brim with cysts, tumors, and other growths, which are being inflated super fast with radiation. This is a popular new Korean med-spa thing to rapidly grow monster-size boobs, but these researchers are testing to see how dangerous it is."
"Judging by how massive those are, I'm going to say very. I bet there are tumors in those things the size of your head."
"Oh definitely, even bigger probably! At least they're still soft. For now!"
"And what exactly is the endgame of this?"
"Well, to inflate them as much as possible, harvest the biggest growths in my boobs, patch me up and force me to grow more."
"Wait, so your breasts are basically like farms for these tumors and cysts Korean girls are inflating their breasts with?"
"Correct! So every six months or so my boobs will be reduced to like.... a DD-Cup, then they'll be reinflated. This is actually already my second batch! Last time they got quite a bit bigger before my team took all the growths out and started over, leaving me with a DD-cup. So for the foreseeable future I'm gonna have to grow these massive breasts and get them reduced over and over. The biggest tumor last time was like the size of a watermelon! I couldn't believe how many they pulled out and that all those things were in my boobs. It's kinda hot but yeah, probably very dangerous."
"Damn, shame you can't keep them."
"Oh, I can! Once the study is over in three years I was told I can stay as big as I want or get a full double mastectomy."
"I hope you intend to keep them."
"Why, you love big radiation-inflated tits like these?" She bunched them together and he could see the outline of a growth about the size of her head push against the surface of her breast.
"And I'm guessing you're headed to the city to get those things pumped with more radiation?"
"Uh-huh, I should get biohazard tattoos on these things to warn guys.... Just kidding, it's safe for everyone, just not the girl carrying them around."
"Worth it, I'd say."
"Me, too! Since you've been such a gentleman.... I don't get off for another eight stops.... wanna take me to the restroom over there and have some fun?"
"I take it that's why you were already sweaty when I got on?"
"I like to reward guys who chat with me instead of just treating me like a toilet to shoot cum into. Not that I mind that, just look at these breasts, who can blame them?"
"I sure can't. You seem to enjoy getting guys off."
"I mean..... it IS important for the research study, immersing myself in the lifestyle of a girl obsessed with male satisfaction so badly I'd overflow my own breasts with radiation-fueled growths. My team loves to hear about my little adventures. Thankfully as a biological researcher I can do much of my work sitting down....."
"I take it that means you're definitely keeping those massive breasts?"
Michelle blushed. "I'm totally addicted to them. I love growing all these awesome oversized tumors for my team to drop their jaws at. I think it's exciting seeing that come out of me....." She pushed her breasts together, horny as hell, taking the man's hand, pushing it onto one of her breasts. "Now come on, get me nice and sweaty again before I see the team! And if I ever see you on this train again, you better not chat with me, OK? I want you to grope my tits and demand to put your cock in me."
"I won't even ask, sweetheart, I'll just rip off your clothes and have all the fun I want."
She bit her lip, standing with a hefty jiggle. "Good boy. Now fuck my poor, irradiated brains out, OK? You can be as rough as you want, my team loves to see my boobs come in bruised and beaten up!"
My friend has been in denial. I’ve been telling her that her ass is much bigger than usual. I tried calling her today, and all I could hear over the phone was her freaking out and fabric ripping. She said something about not being able to stop bouncing. Is she alright?
Oh, yeah, she's totally fine! And, good news, she's probably not in denial anymore! There's only so far someone's denial can be pushed before they're forced to face reality. When it comes to size-related things, bursting out of her clothes is usually the moment when their denial falters. Everything else can be justified away. Before, I'm sure she just told herself that her jeans had shrunk in the wash or that she had maybe packed on a few extra holiday pounds and my god aren't you rude for mentioning it. Getting stuck in door frames is a bit harder to explain, but she manages to find something to blame it on, anything besides her growing, expanding, inflating ass.
Now, though, now that her ass has split her jeans open, she can't deny it any longer. She can feel herself growing bigger and she can see the denim carnage left behind. It's not bad, though! She's going to be fine! More than fine, I'd say! Accepting that she's growing is the first step towards embracing it. Not being able to stop bouncing is a great sign; it means that she can't get enough of the feeling of her gargantuan ass bouncing and clapping and wobbling. As soon as she acknowledged her ass, she became addicted to the pleasure it brings her, and it's only going to get worse—or better, depending on your point of view—as she continues to grow and grow and grow.
Pretty soon, she'll be rolling her hips and moaning at the thought of needing a separate chair for each cheek. Turning what were meant to be knee-length skirts into lewd minis as they fail to reach all the way around her hips and ass will be intoxicating and drive her to show them off even more. She won't be able to stop shaking her ass, bouncing her cheeks in the direction of anyone who will look. Even laying in bed, she'll be bouncing her hips, every idle moment accompanied by a background of growing, wobbling flesh.
All that might be a lot for you to handle, but I'm sure you'll find some way to enjoy it.
Goth girl whose breasts grow when people are jealous of her, causing a positive feedback loop
"Oh, you think I can't tell? I could feel your jealousy the moment you laid eyes on me. That burning envy is what drew me to you in the first place, cutie. I know how badly you want tits like these, tits like mine. You're just seething with it, aren't you? It's okay, cutie! You can admit it! If you don't admit to being jealous of my huge, bouncy, shirt-destroying udders, then I won't be able to thank you properly!
"Of course, I'd want to thank you, silly! It's your jealousy that's made my boobs grow so much bigger! This shirt fit when I came in. Well, mostly fit, anyway. Go ahead, take a look. Take a big, long look at my colossal udders. It won't be rude! I want you to look! I want you to—
"Ooohhhnnnn ffffuck... Yesss, that's it! God, you're so fucking jealous! You're making me so much bigger! You wish you could grow like this, too, don't you? You want to be as big as me! Bigger! You wish you knew what it was like to have this much bouncing, wobbling, sloshing tit on your chest! Don't try to hide it. Feel the jealousy. Admit it! Embrace it! You want what I have, what I keep growing more and more of by the second! Fuck, I don't think my shirt can take much more! These straps are going to break! You wish you had that, too, don't you? Have your boobs ever made your clothes as tight as mine? Don't you wish you had tits big enough that they could destroy your clothes, too big to be covered, to big to be contained, too big—AAAHHHNNNN~~~!!!"
An impatient trans girl who is early in her transition hears that you can take hucow growth hormones in moderation for faster, bigger, milkier better boobs. She does not take them in moderation.
For Stella, it was a simple matter of weighing the costs and the benefits. She was a bit of a dork, after all, and running statistical analyses like this could easily entertain her for hours on end. The benefits were the most obvious and, by far, the most enticing. Stella craved big, swollen, milky tits. Six months of estrogen had given her little more than some soft padding on her chest, just enough to tease her, to sharpen her jealousy as it stabbed into her chest.
Her roommate, the one who told her about the bovine hormones in the first place, cautioned Stella about the drawbacks. Significant behavioral changes, a skyrocketing of libido, not to mention growth beyond anything that could be controlled were all common threads among women who shared their stories. Stella, however, was able to dismiss these concerns with relative ease. First and foremost, she would simply not overdo it. She was smart. She was clever. She could control herself and keep herself from becoming like them. Secondly, well, those 'drawbacks' didn't seem so bad. More than a few nights were spent with a vibrator against her gock, imagining what it would be like to feel all that soft weight on her chest, so an increased libido didn't seem too bad. Those drawbacks wouldn't even be a problem as long as she kept to moderation. Within days, her roommate had ordered her more than enough to give Stella the udders of her dreams.
Within a week, Stella was already showing improvement. An increase in sensitivity made measuring her breasts something of a trial—albeit an enjoyable one—and confirming that she had already blown past a D cup just made her want to enjoy them all the more. There were some unusual side effects: her appetite became more and more insatiable with each passing day, despite the fact that she found herself naturally transitioning into a vegetarian diet. The pressure building up inside her breasts was also cause for a bit of concern; no amount of massaging seemed to soothe the deep ache. All those worries melted away under the compliments and attention of her roommate. Constant praise at her developments kept Stella smiling and blushing and eager for more. Before she knew it, her breasts had doubled in size. Euphoric was the only word she could think to describe how it felt to walk around the mall, feeling her huge breasts bounce and wobble underneath her shirt. The seemingly permanent stiffness of her nipples made them much more noticeable, even beyond their enormous size, as well as keeping her at a chronic state of arousal as her shirt rubbed against them.
The haze of need made it difficult to notice that she was becoming increasingly docile, increasingly obedient. In her mind, her roommate was so good to her. Stella just wanted to return the favor! Her roommate's smile made Stella melt and her hand on the small of Stella's back made her heart race, but that was just normal roommate stuff, right? Her roommate even helped her remember to take her bovine hormones! She kept forgetting. Stella was so lucky to have a roommate like her.
Some amount of time passed. Stella didn't know exactly how long. She couldn't really remember much anymore. Her eyes fluttered and she let out a long, low moooo. Her hips pushed forward and, with them, her massive udders swung underneath her. Milk leaked from her nipples and soaked into the bed underneath her; still more milk sloshed inside her gargantuan udders. Her size defied the alphabet but it hardly mattered. There was no more need for bras anyway. Her roommate took care of everything. Within moments of her desperate cries, her roommate entered the room, carrying an industrial breast pump under her arm. She stroked Stella's back while putting the suction cups over her nipples. Another cow-like moan, this time much louder, rang out as her roommate flipped the switch and the suction started. Whatever thoughts Stella had left rushed out of her along with the milk that flooded down the hoses and into the storage tank.
Stella's roommate stroked the cow's hair and gently raked her fingers down her back, cooing softly. Stella really was such a good cow. She managed to resist a lot longer than her roommate thought she would. Stella's roommate felt a little bit bad about tipping the scale, but Stella would have done it herself sooner or later. The way Stella's swinging udders clapped against her thighs and her gock was evidence enough of that. Ah well, both of them were so much happier now.
I had to repost it because....uh.....i mean, look at her. Big, slow, and always a slight simmer of aggravation. You can feel the house shake when she lumbers around like the Preggosaurus she is, stalking around at night, always hungry, ready to devour the next prey she gets her claws on, , a fat cheesecake or a leftover rack of ribs.
