My mind can't stop thinking about getting milked. I'm not sure if its the cow print hoodie I've been wearing or something else but my mind is continually occupied by having milky breasts. Someone coming up behind me and starting to massage them, they begin to drip from the gentle pressure, and more sprays out as their hands add more force and begin to milk me. Desperate for them to keep going and releasing all the strain from the milk having filled my udders up. Then doing it all again in a few hours once they've gotten to that full point again.
Confession: Lucanis only starting to take cream with his coffee when Rook begins to lactate. They're heavy with his child and it's his job to ease his love's pain by nursing on their fat tits and draining them of all their milk. He's alleviating their pain but also amping up the milk supply for when his baby arrives
A familiar humm begins as the pumps tug at her nipples. Waves of pleasure release as her engorged breast begin to release the sweet nector she's now so coveted for. Her body wobbling as she shudders from the release. A moan is released and quickly muffled by a donut and another as her feeder coos her, telling her how proud he was and how big she had gotten.
She started out fit and athletic, although she always had larger breasts. Her fantasies were always different from others. She didn't like being thin, deep down she knew she wanted to be pampered and grow fatter, to be fed and worshipped as a goddess. These fantasies remained just that until she met him. He was a shy man who had desires of his own. The two connected on her want to grow bigger but he had an addition she had never considered. "Why don't I make you my beautiful cow."
Something clicked in her, this was her calling and she eagerly leant into her new life. It was difficult at first, she was fed constantly and her stomach felt as though it may burst at any moment. Bovine supplements were mixed in with her food and soon the effects were noticeable.
She had grown considerably fatter. Her belly reached forward, constantly stuffed and bloated. Her hips tripled in size and her ass jutted out like a cellulite ridden pillow. Her face now framed in chubby cheeks and a double chin. Her thighs rippling with rolls.
But, these were minor changes in comparison to her breasts, which had grown so large they weighed her down, pinning her under their immense mass. She needed constant assistance to release her milk as her teats were out of her flabby arms reach. Her feeder suckling her nipples between feedings and commercial pumps for when he fed her. This was not the life she had imagined for herself. But, this is the only life she now wants to live, to be fed and milked every day.
Its just like breast lactation but penile instead. I think the milk ducts being in the balls would work. Your dick gets bigger and thicker too. I think this would work just for boyfriends and husbands.
The go to for clothed breast expansion seems to be a button up shirt. I won’t deny it’s hot. Definitely top tier followed by other of my favorites being T-shirts becoming super tight and hoodies now failing to hide the massive mammaries.
Well I’m sitting at work and just imagining what would happen to my polo shirt. Starting off with the tight T-shirt look before the buttons pop and show off the top of my rack. The kind of cleavage one normally acquires by wearing a corset. My bra had long ago snapped but my shirt was holding firm. Nipples poking against the fabric and making themselves known. Wet spots begin to form as I start leaking milk.
My bust is unable to grow upwards and begins inching downward. I can feel the boob flesh press against my upper stomach and attempt to wrap around my sides but instead continues pushing downward. My nipples sliding down the front of my polo and leaving round milky wetness as they descend. The shifting of my nipples in the polo brings intense pleasure for one thing, and also you could see them thicken and press against my polo looking like baby carrots lying flat rather than just a mini mountain in the sea of fabric.
My shirt is forced untucked as there is not enough fabric to stay within my pants. There’s not even enough fabric at this point to hide my navel. The weight of my breasts is like medicine balls and my back is feeling the strain. I am forced to lean forward and rest my chest on my desk. Doing so takes the great weight off my back and now I can feel the fabric inches up over my swelling tits. Once large enough for some decent underboob to show, I could feel the cool surface of my desk. Now, besides pleasure, my nipples had the cold to also add to a reason why they were hard.
I’m definitely biting my lip at this point to just avoid moaning out. I wouldn’t dare reach up to feel how hard my nipples have become against the fabric. Looking in a mirror I could see they have grown to be as long as my middle finger while behind almost twice as thick as my thumb. It was so tempting to just reach up and squeeze them. It would feel so good. The front of my polo is already soaked and dripping with milk, so that wouldn’t be a concern.
On the bright side, now I have all the fresh cream I could want for my coffees and teas. On the other bright side, this feels fantastic and I am loving the pressure of my breasts against my stomach.
But in actuality, "so horny that you leak" is top-tier.
It starts out naturally, with your pussy leaking. It's not uncommon for you to get a little overly wet every now and then, speaking through your panties, but this feels particularly extreme. You can barely concentrate. Your whole body feels hot. And, in addition to leaking, your clit is just... Fuck. It's fucking throbbing, pulsing, rubbing against your soaked panties and turning you on even more. Your pussy, swollen and needy, leaks and leaks while your clit thickens and lengthens and pushes years against your underwear. You're just so pent up that the arousal has to find some way out and the only way it can find is to make your clit turn into a cock in its own right!
So now you're leaking from your pussy and your clit cock, not to mention drilling as pleasure melts your mind. You can't help moaning as you feel a new pressure budding in your chest. Your breasts. Your tits. They're growing, expanding, engorging, until you're so fucking horny that milk sprays from your newly gigantic udders! Too horny to stop, just leaking and leaking and leaking.
First:
It really was so surprising to me! Edging for two days didn’t help. Like I was edging at night on purpose hoping for a fun dream. I was edging in the morning accidentally because I wanted to get off but also had to go to work so I had to stop. And I wouldn’t exactly call it edging but I was casually playing with myself throughout the work day. Enough to keep me horny but not enough to bring me to the edge. So the combination of everything apparently told my body that I should just start leaking now. I may recreate this next week for science purposes….
Second:
It is very hard to add to the rest of your ask. That’s not gonna stop me though…
It would be after several days of constant edging. My body feels the needs stronger than ever. Knowing I was wetter than usual, I’d slip a hand down between my thighs just to feel it. My fingers slipped in with zero resistance as a warmth spread across my entire body. I couldn’t help but a digit against my clit which now felt like it was throbbing. I’d let out a low moan as my hand would move to insert two fingers into my pussy. Holy fuck it felt amazing, I’m sure I almost came right then and there.
Seeing how wet and sensitive I had become, I’d slowly remove my fingers from my pussy. I’d then slide my fingers into my mouth to “clean” them off. Honestly though, I was just enjoying how I tasted and fuck did I love it! My fingers probably stayed in my mouth way longer than they needed to.
I began to realize though, the heat in my body isn’t going down. The throbbing in my clit only intensified as I could feel it twitch against my soaked panties. It feels like everything between my legs starts swelling up as my clit pressed and twitched more against my panties. Below that was my pussy devouring whatever bits of my panties not being pressed against my clit. This sensation alone kept me on the edge of an orgasm, which only made me moan more and leak more.
I could feel as the tip of my clit pressed and rubbed against my panties. It felt as if the tip was moving upwards and getting bigger. I’d look down to see a verifiable bulge indicating my clit wasn’t my clit anymore but was instead a cock straining to be released from my panties. When the tip finally created the top of my underwear, I could feel a distinct dribbling as I’m sure precum was now also leaking out of my cock and joining in on soaking my panties.
My pussy was easily swapping the surrounding panties. I could also feel it was starting to cover the bottom of my shaft, which only put me on edge even more. My legs forced to spread open just to accommodate the increased size of everything.
I almost reached down to start playing with myself when I get a minor distraction from a pressure building in my chest. It was intense like someone put two water balloons in my chest and just turned on a hose to fill them up. I’d lean forward from the added weight, which only increased a different pressure focused on my nipples. Within a mere moment my shirt started to form wet circles as milk began leaking from my tits.
It didn’t take too much longer for my tits to grow larger to the point my shirt was struggling. Looking like an ill fitting crop top that was ready to tear apart from a simple touch. Each breast was easily larger than two heads with thick nipples poking through the shirt like thick sharpie caps. The pressure was also so intense that it wasn’t just my shirt getting soaked but that I was spraying milk through my shirt.
And all this while I was moaning like I was in heat. I hadn’t yet reached orgasm despite how I was reacting. Part of me wanted to see if I would cum just from the growth itself. Another part of me wasn’t sure I could handle the sensitivity enough to make myself cum, no matter how fast that would actually happen.
I probably should have brought several towels but it might now matter anyways with how drenched I and my surroundings have become.
