#multiboob

[swallowdog]

furry surgeons should be offering top surgery as a package deal

[growth-opportunities]

could we get a multibreast story if you're into that? maybe some kind of monkey's paw consequence to a wish made by a flat chested girl

Fortunately for Nina, when she burned the words "I wish I had more boob than the entire cheer team!" in the flame of a black candle at midnight under the light of a full moon, something was listening. Unfortunately for Nina, that same something was still listening when she dismissed the whole exercise as futile and silly and backwards and a waste of time and energy. The goddess whose attention Nina had earned didn't take kindly to that kind of disrespect.

It only took a day or so for Nina to realize that the exercise hadn't been quite so silly after all. The puberty that seemingly had passed Nina by appeared to be making up for lost time. Within a day or two, her flat chest had budded into soft, perky, palm-filling breasts. By the end of the week, for the first time in Nina's life, she had breasts that hung from her chest. Getting them professionally measured was a delight, grinning at the employees shock as she confirmed that, yes, she had never been measured before. Even more of a delight was getting her new bras home, close to the biggest size the store carried, and finding them to already be tight over her tits. She made a mental note to thank whatever being had blessed her with this new bounty as she laid down and began pawing at her growing breasts. Her brow furrowed as she scratched at the little bumps beneath her breasts, writing them off as mosquito bites even though they didn't really feel like them.

The next morning, Nina was very pleased to find that the growth had continued, but something seemed... off. Her breasts had started to hang, but now they looked like they rested higher? She looked at them in the mirror, wondering if it was just their new size or if something was different. Her eyes went wide as she hefted the tits up to see underneath. Those two "mosquito bites" were now very obviously not. They were soft instead of firm and they felt strangely good instead of itchy. Not only that, but the entire area around them had puffed up as well, swollen and soft. She let out a wry chuckle. Actually, they looked a lot like her tits did a few days ago.

Nina froze. All she could do was watch as the red bumps stiffened and the soft skin around them crinkled. She brushed her thumb experimentally over one of them and felt a jolt between her legs. The answer was so obvious, but her mind refused to accept it. She was growing a second pair of tits! She gasps as she looked a bit further down and saw yet another pair of little bumps. She staggered back, collapsing into a chair. The night before she was ready to thank a higher power for this blessing and less than twenty-four hours later, she could see it was a curse.

Her breasts, all six of them, continued to swell. For a little while, she managed to stuff herself into a baggy sweatshirt, uncomfortable for more reasons than just the weather. At the very least, it just made her look fat instead of the freakish mass of tits that she was underneath. The lower ones grew faster than her original pair, racing to catch up, and so the sweatshirt quickly filled to its limits, creating a wavy outline as her growing breasts pulled the once loose fabric tight over them.

After that, Nina retreated into her dorm, watching in horror as her six breasts swelled and grew. She didn't even know what cup size she would be or how she would manage to wear three bras at the same time. The worst part was how she couldn't keep her hands off of them. She hated her many tits but they felt so fucking good. Hours went by in blissful arousal as she sucked on one tit and groped the rest, kneading and squeezing and pulling.

Her wish had been fulfilled, albeit not the way that she wanted. The only way she'd join the ranks of the cheer team now would be as the mascot!

[down-badeline]

ariral boobs, that's the post

[apothecowry]

abraca-pregnant

[ahabthetaco]

Brahmim Milk can have some side effects

This was written for @mothgirlantennae as a favor What to expect: cow tf, multiboob , udder growth, a lot of milking, enjoy! It started with an underground bunker. Felt like life kept throwing Eli somewhere underground, like it was telling her something. But any thoughts about that were left at the entrance of this god-forsaken place. Super mutants littered the entrance, inside raiders coming out of the walls. Whatever could be worth fighting for inside there was leaving behind an ocean of blood, and in the middle of it was Eli, doing her experiment if curiosity really did kill the cat.

A door, a dumbass door was worth dying for to these monsters, and all it would cost Eli was a few bullet wounds, enough stimpacks to bring back a skeleton to life, and a couple hundred rounds of ammunition. If anything, at least the weapons salvaged from the skirmish would turn a profit. Removing whatever pile of meat covered the access panel, and some fiddling later, the familiar sound of hydraulics revealed the true prize of this blood bath.

"moooo", that was the prize, A couple of dozen Brahmim littered the large area, salvaged vault sunlights above, dozen of water throughs and hay bales, fruits, vegetables, anything an animal could ever want. Milking machines littered the area, pre-war ones, and a Mr. Handy roamed the area, caring for the cows, and cleaning up any messes. All Eli could do was lean to a wall, and laugh, that her life was almost lost for a room full of brahmim, that the sea of corpses died for some dumbass brahims. They slammed their first on the closet surface at the sheer absurdity of it all, a table, followed by the sound of glass clinking. A dozen or so empty glass bottles of milk, reminiscent of those pre-war ones, next to the table a dozen or so refrigerators. Rows and rows of milk, and corked and ready for transport, fresh and cold. Onhje fridge stood out, a nuka colo branded fridge, filled with milk bottles labeled "Grade R Mik". Grtabbing a bottle, and taking a seat, Eli thought how much all this milk could help with the settlement morale, and being fresh and cold, could sell for a good amount. But the bottle of Grade R, something was special about it. It's healing and was quadruple that of the rest of the milk, and it could satisfy the hunger and thirst better than most full meals. +10 to endurance and strength, 100 more carry weight, all at the cost of 100 rads. A practical super food, one bottle could help make anyone worth a hundred or so wastelanders, spicey settlers. Eli decided she grabbed every bottle, regular and R, and would figure out on the way back home permanent planes for this place. But life played a prank, 100 pounds over-encumbered as if it was telling her to drink the damn bottle of Grade R. She could, however, she could picture her companions scolding her after what happened the last time she ate something she found that was too good to be true. "Perfectly preserved pie my ass," she said out loud, remembering the pain and the criticism she received afterward. But fortune favors the brave! A cork pop later, Eli was on her way, leaving behind Brahmim, Mr. Handy, and a barrel of something leaking into one water throuf with a barrel, the letter f shown.

The hot summer sun-blasted Eli on her journey, that bastard, not to mention the effects of the Grade R ran out a minute or so ago. An abandoned house nearby gave shelter to the wasteland sun. She took off her pack, but it was still too damn hot. Checking around for anyone nearby, she stripped down, hoping it would help with the heat, nothing a cold glass of milk wouldn't fix. But in the heat, she failed to notice she grabbed a bottle of grade R milk and chugged it right away. It helped for a moment, a refreshing sigh as she sat down on the table, but the heat hit her again, even more unbearable. Except…this one was more concerted. She could feel the heat building up in her chest like something was trying to escape. She took a look at her pip-boy, seeing if maybe she caught something along the way, but all it read was "Brahmim effect".

Brahmim effect? What the hell was that, but before she could even yell at the damn thing for its nonsense, the heat came full force. She grabbed her chest, the sensitivity out of this world. She massaged her tits, trying to give them some relief, but something was wrong. It felt, as if the more she massaged, the bigger they got, but the heat became weaker. She could feel it in her hands, they grew and grew in them, going from her one modest bust to more the size of small melons, and it wasn't stopping. She tried to stop, but it just made the heat come back. She could only watch as they grew and grew, and she had to admit, it was pretty hot. But the feeling of something fuzzy started to touch and grow, her hands growing a layer of red fur, spreading down from her hands, up her arms, but it didn't matter, her breasts needed attending. She could feel them as they grew more and more, her fingers even played with her nipples, almost like clay in her hands as she made them bigger and bigger, almost like teats. The heat died down as they grew to their final size, the size of pumpkins her best guess, stretching her top to its limits before a loud rip launched it away. She finally was able to rest, but the fur had spread to her torso by then.

After such an intense massage, she needed more, more pleasure, more of this, change. She took her hands and slid them down her chest, hoping to feel whatever was new about her, and she was met with two new nipples, below her enlarged breasts. She touched them, and though small, they were sensitive. She bit her lip, was she really going to embrace the changes, to give in to the pleasure? Something told her to stop and find a doctor or something, maybe this was reversible. But something else told her to embrace it, whats the worst that could happen? The pleasure called for help, and she answered the call. She squeezed the nipples, toyed with them, and just like before two small lumps started to grow, another set of udders, no breasts, of course. She squeezed and toyed and massaged her new growing pair of breasts, sometimes brushing the fur that had started to cover her torso, as it started to spread bellow and above. The only words coming out of her were "more" as she changed more and more. She could feel as she grew taller, stronger, bigger, a side effect of the bovine nature of this. The chair creaked as the weight added on, her underwear started to give out and her ass started to grow. But all it did was add to the pleasure, making her knead and mold her breasts even more, growing and growing as she did, the pleasure even going to her head, the front of her face growing out, a small muzzle, the first words to escape?

"mooooo!" as Eli came, 4 pumpkin sized breasts on her, the chair gave out, and she fell to the ground, but her massive behind cushioned her fall, and anything else softened by the layer of fur that covered her body, as her cow ears flopped to the floor. ELi lay there, taking deep breaths at such an intense session. She looked down to see her feet had been replaced by hooves, big ones, and she had just bought those new shoes. After some rest, she finally got up, her new form taking some time to get used to. She looked at herself, was this really her, a red Brahmin human thing, an ass big enough to count as a mooooon, and her chest looking like a pumpkin patch of boobs. But even with all the weight, it didn't feel that bad. But one thought ran through her head, "Where's the milk?"

She went to look more, finding 4 teats right above her crotch, closer to her stomach area. Another side effect, but she knew the drill. She chose something more solid this time to sit on as she started to milk away her teats. Thankfully, instead of another 4 pairs of boobs, she was met with one big pink one, with all 4 teats attached to it. But as it grew, it got heavier and heavier, and the more she tried to milk it, to get whatever was inside out of there. She tried and tried, it got bigger and bigger, close to watermelon-sized, and when it couldn't grow anymore, with one more motion, milk spurted out of her udder, each tug made another stream of milk spurt, one by one she tugged each one, letting stream after stream spur out, all while her mind melted from pleasure, and a loud mooo came out of her.

She doesn't remember how long she was in that place, or how much milk she drank, thankfully this time no Grade R, but a good amount of regular milk. Using whatever scraps of clothes she had on hand, she constructed something to cover herself up, grabbed her pack, which felt considerably lighter now, and went on her merry way back home. A quick explanation to the guards, a long lecture by friends, and a couple of new refrigerators later, Eli finally lay in her room, in a bed that could barely fit her. She thought about what this milk could do, make people like her, super hucow beings, but maybe that was too much for the world to handle, but she had to think about it, the sounds of joy from fresh milk filling her new cow ears as people drank the regular cold milk. She thought back to when she transformed, and how good it felt, how much pleasure it was, how good it felt to be milked, she could feel herself getting turned on by the thoughts, but being back home, she didn't need to go it alone. She just hoped whoever helped her had the stamina to help, if not, well, she's got plenty of milk to restore that stamina~~~

[doghousetroubles]

multiboob living soda fountain TF where you get multiple tits all filled with different soda flavours. shaking your tits around makes the soda all fizz and press against your boobs from the inside, making them grow a little bigger and adding more pressure to your already full sodatits. jiggle your tits too much and all the drink spurts out from every one of your nipples, the sensations overwhelming you as you spill soda and cum all over…

there’s just something about having your tits turned into some kind of drink/cream dispenser that’s really good i think. you’re always supposed to be kept full but you always want release… but your lactation is controlled by the customers, and spilling drink everywhere would be so bad for business but so good for you

[fatterimperator]

leaves to get top surgery and comes back with another set of tits under the first

[murasakigezigezi]

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