Growth of the Carnal Kind

[obl1v1ousrogue]

Best friend's older sister comes home from college and is completely shocked by the fact that, in the year she's been away, your boobs have grown to be enormous. She gropes you and kneads your chest, completely in awe that this pipsqueak she used to babysit is now the bombshell with tits twice as big as hers. She's completely obsessed! She makes you show her your bras, marvelling at the size and groaning when she sees the obvious signs that you're outgrowing the already huge bra. She makes you sit on her lap so she can look down over your shoulder and see what it's like, from a first person perspective, to have colossal tits. She even lifts one of them to her mouth, moaning around your nipple at the simple fact that you're big enough for her to suck on your tit from that position. She's completely obsessed!

It had certainly been quite the year. In what seemed like a second puberty after entering adulthood, I was in for the surprise of my life.

It had only been about three months after my best friend's sister went off to college when I first started to notice some changes. I had been pretty petite for a while, even through my first puberty much to my dismay. So when I started to notice my bras not fitting right as well as everything else feeling a bit more snug, I wrote it all off as if my clothes had shrunk in the dryer.

By month four and five, the growth was more undeniable. I had started to buy larger sized clothes as well as new bras for my modest sized chest. Honestly, bra shopping was perhaps the most enjoyable for me as I could finally fill out all of the cute bras I had been looking at for years. 

After month seven, I started to notice that my growth wasn't slowing down. My ass had rounded out and given me some amazing thighs and really nice hips. However, my breasts were already spilling out of all the new bras I had bought, including the ones I bought a size or two larger in case I kept growing. It was frustrating since I had spent all that money and now nothing fit anymore. Shopping in regular stores had become difficult as half the time they didn't have any bras in my new size. Thankfully I found a couple that would hopefully work for a while.

Month eight followed similar to seven but I could tell the rest of my body stopped growing and rounding out. Which was fine by me as I didn't want to have to keep buying new pants and panties every couple weeks and I already had a stunning body. My breasts didn't listen like the rest of my body. I began looking into alternate plus sized stores for new bras as well as started looking into custom bras online. 

Months nine and ten were filled with me staying home most days as I couldn't find any bras that would help support my growing tits. Well, I couldn't find anything that I thought was reasonably priced. So, it was easier to just not wear anything and stay home.

Month eleven and twelve I had finally splurged on some custom bras that felt way too expensive. However, they fit better than I could have imagined. I even ordered a couple in a couple sizes larger since I was afraid I was going to grow out of these as well. Although, now that I had bras that fit me, and a couple new shirts, I finally started to hang out with my best friend again. My best friend was surprised to see how much I've grown but was determined to not treat me any different.

It was about month thirteen when my best friend's sister came home from college. I was over at their place hanging out when she walked in the door. She glanced my way with a surprised glance. She looked like she was about to ask who my best friend's new friend was until she realized it was me. That realization left her in even more shock as she walked over to confirm it was me. We all ended up spending the rest of the day chatting about our past years and my best friend's sister seemed to be hanging on every word of my life.

I finally went home late at night after having a lot of fun chatting with both my best friend and their sister. The next morning I woke up and started to go about my day as usual. My largest bra already started to look snug as I threw on a shirt and shorts. I then heard a knock at my door as my best friend's sister decided to pay me a visit this morning.

She said she came over because she wanted to confirm she wasn't seeing things yesterday and that I was in fact not the same pipsqueak she used to know. As I see the desire in her eyes, I respond that I had grown a bit more than I thought I would. She mentions that she can see that. She then bites her lips and looks deep in thought before she finally asks if she could see my bra. I blush a little and respond by taking off my shirt to show off my tits in their current bra.

Upon seeing my shirt come off, my best friend's sister blushes. She then makes a comment about them seeming so unreal and yet her eyes told her they were indeed real. I could feel her eyes linger as they traced the edges of my bra and noticed that this one is not quite fitting right. She asks about the fit and I reply that it is feeling snug but it's the largest one I have right now. She asks if she could see the others I have and so I lead her to my bedroom. 

I hadn't actually thrown out any of my bras but instead put them in a box. I pull out said box and open it up and pull out several bras. Her eyes go wide knowing that I had once fit these but that they definitely would no longer fit me now. She marvels at how large some of them are but yet still way too small to cover even half of my current size. 

She takes a seat at the edge of my bed and asks me to sit in her lap so that she could get a first person view of my chest. I blush even harder but oblige and settle down on her thighs. She rests her head on my shoulder looking down. I could feel as her hands rested on my waist. I could feel the hesitation as she looked tempted to reach up and grab them. 

Honestly, I was loving all of this. I've had a crush on her for the longest time so I was ecstatic that she was enjoying me as much as she was. Wanting to tease her a bit more, I grab her hands and move them upwards. It might have been my motion but the feel of her hands against my skin and then the lower side of my breasts over my bra was still fantastic. I guided her hands up to the center clasp and flicked it undone. My breasts spilled forth into her hands as my bra fell away. 

As the bare flesh of my breasts fell into her hands, she couldn't hold back anymore. She started to squeeze and kneed them, which pushed my back into her own chest. A light moan escaped my lips as my hands reached down to try to brace myself against my bed. I could feel her hands explore every inch before she decided to pull one up. As my breast obscured half my vision I could feel as she guided one of my nipples to her lips. I shuddered as she started to kiss my nipple before sliding it into her mouth. A deeper moan escaped my lips as she began to suck. 

I lost track of time as she continued to play with my breasts. Honestly, I didn't care how long we spent doing this. I was loving her touch and the feel of her lips against my skin and her tongue against my nipple. I ended up sliding one of my hands down my shorts to begin rubbing my clit which only caused me to moan louder. I could feel as I was slowly drenching my shorts and was certain that the leggings she was wearing were starting to get wet as well. She didn't seem to care though as she was completely lost in her obsession with my tits. 

After what felt like several hours, she finally stopped and flopped back on my bed. Not having the support of her chest to keep me up I flopped back with her. She then proposes we have some more fun with my tits after a brief nap/break. I responded that she better let me eat her out as well then. She says it's a deal before wrapping her arms around me as we cuddle for the next hour.

[doughys-deactivated20220929]

quick updateeee im doughy n empty </3

[housecow]

still doughy, never empty though :3

[housecow]

and i’ll just keep getting fatter

[housecow]

all the recent weight has gone to my tits and double chin…

[milkyenthusiast]

a girl with huge tits who teases and praises you for how obsessed you are with them. she sits down on the couch and beckons you over, asking you to "come and play with your favorite toys".

At night, you fall asleep with her nipple in your mouth, suckling, and wake up with your face still pressed tightly against her soft pillowy chest. She strokes your hair, says good morning, and tells you how good you were to stay close to mommy's boobies all night long.

She takes great care to make sure you're touching her chest as much as possible. Even when you aren't feeling sexual at all, you're still absentmindedly stimming with her boobs or using them as a pillow. You suck on them so much, drinking her sweet milk, and she always makes sure to tell you how big they'll grow with your help, and even though they're gigantic already, she talks about how she can't wait til they outgrow her special bra.

She makes sure they're your source of comfort throughout the day. You can put your head into them and softly kneed to calm down when you're stressed, you can bounce them around when you're happy, you can even be rough when them when you're upset. She wants you to be as obsessed with them as you possibly can, and she feels so good every time you touch them. Even when you have other kinds of sex, she still talks about her tits, bragging about them and how huge and soft and milky they are, about how much she loves them, about how much *you* love them, since she knows its the only way you'll be able to cum. And she wouldn't have it any other way!

[elusivemaneuvers1]

[ussbhmfeedeetotheend]

i need someone to ruin me.

not in the fun flirty way. i mean actually, literally, take me apart. feed me until i can't walk without waddling, until breathing feels like a chore, until my body is nothing but soft, heavy proof of your obsession. i want to be swollen with indulgence, stuffed past reason, spoiled beyond recognition.

i want to wake up in a haze of hunger and syrup-sweet affection, only to be greeted by another round of force-fed breakfasts in bed. i want you to look at me like i'm your prize pig, your project, your possession.

i want the teasing, the pressure, the constant, creeping growth. i want the way you’ll sneer when i say i’m full, the way you’ll smile when the scale creaks louder every day. I want your hands everywhere, greedy and proud, shaping me like clay into exactly what you want.

no escape. no diet. no mercy. Just feed me.

i want to be broken—beautifully, thoroughly—by appetite.

i want to be yours in the most obscene way possible. a thing you keep fattened, pampered, and pumped full of calories until i’m unrecognizable. until i'm helpless. until my body is a bloated, quivering monument to your obsession and my surrender.

don’t just feed me. force me. hold me down and pour milkshakes past my lips until i’m whining and leaking and begging you to stop, even as my gut growls for more. make me cry from fullness, then coo in my ear about how proud you are. tell me i was made to be this soft, this greedy, this round.

push me to the brink. watch me struggle to lift myself from the bed you’ve made my prison. slap the side of my belly and laugh when it jiggles for seconds after. make me wear tight clothes just so you can watch them give out, seams snapping like they’ve finally admitted defeat.

you said you wanted a pig? then feed me like one. treat me like one. no dignity, no limits. spoon after spoon, bite after bite, until i’m gasping and drooling and too heavy to fight you. make me need you to eat, to move, to breathe.

make me forget who i was before you turned me into this.

just a swollen, spoiled, overfed mess made for your pleasure.

[sweetpeaches6660]

just making sure i hit my goals for the day 🤭🐽💕

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[sp96fat]

I can’t stop thinking about it anymore.

I want it so fucking bad. I need a feeder who doesn’t give a shit about limits, who sees how pathetic and greedy I already am and just… keeps pushing.

I want to be trapped under hundreds and hundreds of pounds of my own soft, useless blubber. I want my belly to sag so heavy it pins me to the bed, rolls cascading over rolls, sweat pooling in every deep crease while I wheeze just from existing. I want stretch marks like lightning bolts splitting across my skin, red and angry at first, then turning silver as proof of how much I’ve surrendered.

I want to feel the tube shoved down my throat when my jaw gets too tired, thick calorie sludge pumping straight into me 24/7—shakes so dense they feel like cement, heavy cream, melted ice cream, oil slicking everything. I want my body to forget what hunger even feels like because I’m never empty. Ever. Just constantly bloated, aching, leaking, my heart hammering against layers of fat like it’s trying to escape before it gives out.

I want my legs to fuse into useless pillows of cellulite, my arms too swollen to lift, my chins multiplying until I can barely turn my head. I want to be so immobile that the only movement is the jiggle when someone slaps my gut or forces another funnel session. I want my feeder’s hands sinking wrist-deep into my sides while they whisper how much prettier I’ll be when I’m closer to the edge, when every breath is a struggle, when my body is finally giving up exactly like I begged it to.

I’m already ruined for anything else. Normal life? Gone. Thin? Laughable. I don’t want escape. I want to sink deeper. I want to be their perfect, disgusting, dying pig—swollen, sweaty, horny and helpless, cumming from the pressure alone while my arteries clog and my organs drown in lard.

Please.

Make me so fat I can’t come back.

Make me so fat I stop breathing under my own weight.

I’m begging for it. I’m dripping just typing this.

I’m not leaving this path. I’m already too far gone. 🐷💦🍰

[gabidy-g]

The Clinic

I sit on an exam table, nervous, just wearing an exam gown. The clinic room is the usual sterile white, bright lights bearing down. I look down at my lap, the bulge from my crotch is unmistakable, I haven't been able to cum for days, and since then my cock and balls have slowly been growing. Not knowing what to do after it passed ten inches, I came in. I don't know how long I've been waiting when the door opens, making me jump slightly.

Two nurses enter, both rather slim, their gaze is suspicious. One is blonde, the other has vibrant red hair.

"So you're here because you..." the blonde starts, looking at the clipboard. Her nametag reads 'Alice'

"... can't reach orgasm?" the red head answers, her nametag reading 'Becca'

"I-- sorta, I've been trying and I can't, like I normally would be able to. It just makes me ache and swell up, but the swelling doesn't go away." I explain, red in the face and avoiding eye contact.

"Really now." Alice says, unimpressed.

"How much has it swollen?" Becca asked, the blonde shooting her a look.

"It's, uh, uhm, doubled in size, everything has." I reply. Alice sighs and looks at the clipboard again. Becca looks down at my crotch, her eyes tracing my bulge that pulsed once under her visage.

"Well, we should at least see if he's telling the truth." Becca says, voice wavering slightly, trying to maintain a modicum of professionalism.

"You can't be serious." Alice replies, her brow furrowing as she looks up from the clipboard.

"It's obvious he has something going on." Becca replied.

"Alright," Alice sighed, turning to me, "Remove the gown, but no funny business." I do as instructed, hesitating with the gown bundled over my lap. Alice looks at me expectantly, Becca looks with slight excitement. I finally remove the gown, and both their eyes go wide. Even mostly flaccid, it's the largest dick they've ever seen. "I see you were telling the truth." Alice says, eyes remaining fixed on my lap. The room is silent for a moment.

"Uh, so now what?" I ask, red in the face.

"We... we should measure it! To see just how large it has become, incase it gets any bigger." Becca says, Alice just nods. "Can you... get it.. fully erect for us?" I just blush, making eye contact with Becca.

"Well, can you?" Alice interjects. I nod, shuffle my posture on the exam table and start to work my cock. The two nurses watch intently as it swells to full erection in a few moments. Once there, I remove my hands, they just watch it pulse, shaking slightly, the head bobbing almost a foot away from me. I clear my throat. Becca blinks as if exiting a trance, then stretches out the tape measure from my base to my tip, making me shudder.

"12 and 3/8 inches ... hm, very impressive." Becca said, slightly dreamily.

"While we're here, I want you to prove that it grows." April says, setting the clipboard aside.

"What?" I ask, gasping in

"Jerk that cock for us, and show us if it grows." Alice said, softly but with an insistence that compelled me to obey. I glance at Becca, who is already just staring at my cock. I wrap one hand around it, then the other. Their eyes bearing down on me adds a new thrill that I find I like. They lean in slowly, probably not noticing they're doing it. As I think about both of them more, I feel the rush of an orgasm overtake me. I fall back on the exam table onto my elbows and my cock rapidly pulses, slowly inching forward towards the two voyeurs, though nothing comes out.

"Oh my god." Alice said, amazed

"You weren't kidding." Becca said softly. I could only moan as my cock finished growing, my balls slowly swelling larger as I exhale all the tension out.

"That proof enough?" I ask a little shakily.

"Do it again." Alice says, eyes not leaving my rod. I'm too shocked to speak, but Becca breaks the silence.

"After I measure it! To see how much it grew!" She says, taking the tape measure to my cock again, "... 15, and 13/16th inches!" Her legs quivered for a moment.

"That's over three inches of growth... Has it always grown that much?" Alice asks.

"N-no," I stammer as Becca takes the tape measure away, "At first it wasn't noticeable, then half inches at a time, then full inches starting a couple days ago, which is when I came in, and-- and now three whole inches?" I stare down at myself, my cock head closer than ever before to eye level with me. I shift my legs and feel one of my balls settle down between them, the other nestled against my thigh.

"Now, do it again." Alice said, scribbling something on her clipboard before setting down again.

"But I'll just get bigger!" I protest

"Please?" Becca adds, I look at her pout and my resolve dissolves instantly. I hesitantly place both hands back on my shaft and begin to jerk it again.

"Good Boy." Alice coos with a smile, which makes me shudder and gasp. "That's it, just like that." Alice instructs me, leading to cum quicker than before. I gasp, but this time I fight to stay upright as I cum and my cock surges upward. Alice puts her hand out and plays with my tip as it presses against her palm. I let out a final gasp, putting my thighs further apart as my balls swell even larger, growing more than before. "Becca?" Alice says, removing her hand. Becca moves in with the tape measure again.

"16... 17..." Becca's voice trembles, "18... 19... 20!" She says, almost breathlessly, "Twenty inches even!" Becca stood up and marvelled at it.

"Okay, so now ... You help me? Try to cure this? Or something?" I ask, almost feeling that I was at their mercy.

"Now that we know for sure you're not lying, and we've seen your symptoms in action, I think we can, mh, formulate a treatment plan." Alice said, seeming to relish in my predicament. "Becca, do you have any ideas?"

"I think if we make him cum, it might alleviate all that pent up pressure." Becca suggested, smirking as she turn to Alice, he eyes darting back to me.

"I think that sounds like a good idea. Shall we?" Alice replied.

"Shall we?" Becca asked me.

"P-Please." I beg. Becca stepped closer to me and, i expected her to kneel, but she didn't need to. She just angled my cock down and started doing her best to pleasure it. It was so big now, it almost didn't feel like part of me, except for the electric pleasure that began to make me twitch.

Becca did her best trying to take my tip into her mouth, with the tip fitting in like a plug, and me moaning as her tongue swirled around and under it, and even into my slit. Her hands slid along the length of my shaft, tracing the larger veins with a surprising veneration.

"You can take more, keep going." Alice said, gently holding the back of Becca's head. Becca made a slight grunt. Which felt good.

"I c-can't--" Becca pulled back and coughed, "It's too big to fit in my mouth." she wiped her mouth. "I think I need some help." Alice smirked, and leaned her head in alongside Becca's. They kissed the sides of my shaft, starting low and moving up towards the tip. I gasp and moan with more and more fervor as their tongues wrap under the glans and then around each other, the two women making out for a short moment around my tip, then turning their focus to my cock entirely. Two tongues, four hands, one focus. With how pent I was, I found myself trying to hold back, almost making me chuckle given I had been so focused on cumming up until now.

"I'm close! I-- I can feel it! A lot!" I rasp out quickly. Alice pulls away, Becca's eyes giving a sullen look for only a moment, perking up as Alice produced two urinal containers.

"Figured.. we might want to collect samples." Alice smiled, lowering my tip down to more easily fill the container. "Now, Cum. Cum for us." Alice commands me, looking directly into my eyes, Becca continues to work my shaft, and I feel it start. My tip bulges, and my shaft swells as precum starts to rush out of me. I let out a yell as the first pump fills the urinal halfway, then next overflowing it. "Oh God." Alice says, amazed.

"Keep going, we need your cum!" Becca cheers me on as precum splatters to the floor, quickly making a large puddle. "So much!"

"A lot.." Alice says as she returns her hands to my cock, "Cum for us, cum all over this floor, this room, cover everything." Alice says with her usual authoritative tone, and I can only obey. I feel another rush, my balls clench, then my whole body clenches for a moment.

"It's-- now!" I eek out. Alice holds up the other container to my cock, and was completely unprepared for how quickly I filled it. The first rope of cum almost knocked it from her hand, and completely overfilled it, thick globs of cum falling to the floor.

"Holy Shit!" Becca exclaimed, watching as Alice set the full container aside, then looked back to my cock as I kept pumping cum out. My cum pooled and piled up on the floor. "Oh, this is making a mess." Becca said softly.

"Yea, uh," Alice blushed, "Maybe we can..." she started trying to explain, but gave up on that idea as she grabbed my cock and put her mouth over the tip. Becca smiled, and watched as her coworker gulped, and gulped, and gulped; somehow keeping up with my output. I was too lost in bliss, but Becca noticed as Alice's belly started to swell in time with her gulps. It was filled enough to start lifting her scrub top when she pulled away, gasping for air. Her face got coated in my cum before she pulled Becca in, "You, now" Alice said, Becca took my tip in and started gulping. Alice wiped her eyes and went to the door, opening it and yelling out, "Cait! Can you get in here?" she turned back to me, one hand on her swollen belly, and the other wiping her face, licking my cum off her hand every now and then.

"What's the-- Oh!" A new voice entered the room: A short, plump brunette, with wide hips and thick thighs. Cait's round ass jiggled as she ran over to me, stopping short as she saw the mess on the floor. She looked at Becca, who's belly was starting to swell, though she wasn't able to keep up as closely as Alice had, streams of cum leaking around her mouth. Cait went back to the door, and pressed the intercom, "Code White, Exam Room 3; Code White, Exam Room 3." she said, then turned back to me. Becca pulled away from me, her belly not as swollen as Alice's, but at her limit. She panted, not moving as my cum covered her face enough to start sloughing off, running down the front of her body. "Move." Cait said with a sense of urgency as she bumped Becca out of the way with her hip. Cait took me into her mouth, deeper than the other two had, and easily starting gulping me down.

Cait dutifully gulp my cum down, as Alice and Becca watched. Alice glanced at all the cum on Becca's face with a certain greed. Becca looked back at her, then leaned in to kiss her. Alice just started cleaning her face of cum. Cait's belly started to swell, swelling further than Alice and Becca's, pushing it's way out of her clothes, hanging down in front of her as it went from firmly round to globular. It swelled wider, fuller, sliding down along her thighs. She adjusted her stance, the entire globe of her belly wobbling as her feet moved apart. Becca and Alice stopped what they were doing to watch her belly swell. Though her turn on my cock wasn't going to last much longer.

A pair or nurses entered the room, one of average height, the other tall. The taller nurse, Elizabeth from her name tag, was soft, with a plump belly and fat thighs. The average height nurse, Farah, looked toned, with large breasts. They both assessed the situation with a certain ... excitement.

"We'll take it from here, Cait." Farah said, delicately lacing her fingers into Cait's hair, and guiding here away; she pat Cait's belly and watched it wobble a few times, seeming to study it. Elizabeth took her place at my cock, taking even more in, feeling like into her throat, her neck swelling. Though, this was nothing compared to how her belly swelled. Over the course of minutes, she unrelentingly drank me down, her belly swelled and grew, reaching past her knees, pushing her legs apart, larger and larger. It grew close to reaching the floor, when it started to firm up, becoming tight and round. Elizabeth flung her arm out and Farah immediately caught it. Farah had taken her pants off.

Elizabeth almost fell back, finally letting me go, arcs of cum shooting across the floor in heavy splats as Farah took my cock and did the impossible, if I even still believed in the impossible. She took me into her pussy. She pulled me to my feet with ease, and bent over in front me, guiding my tip in. I fit with some ease, as she eased me in, a few inches at a time, her belly already swelling with my seed as her lips kissed my base, excessive amounts of her juices running down and drenching my balls.

"I can take whatever's left." Farah said, looking over her shoulder at me before she started moving forward and back on my cock, my pumping and pulsing feeling like it doubled in speed. I braced myself against her, holding onto her hips as she pumped against me. Her belly swelled quickly, reaching the floor in half the time it took Elizabeth to get that close. Then it started to spread across the floor, her moans starting to fill the room as the four other overfilled nurses looked on. Her belly spread, piling up against my legs until I felt myself being lifted up, so deep inside her that as her belly pushed her up, I was carried along.

When it finally ended, my feet were suspended off the floor, and her belly took up most of the room. As I finally got soft, I slid out of her, a stream of cum oozing out of her and down the underside of her belly. Alice and Becca caught me, as i couldn't feel my legs and helped me back onto the exam table.

"All better?" Alice asked.

"M-mm, uh, my cock is still the same size?" I can't lift my head and just look down at my drenched lap.

"No, it will go down, not all the way back down, but much smaller than it became." Cait said, eyeing my crotch and rubbing her belly, "And your balls too."

"What happened to me?" I ask, since Cait seems to know something about what's going on.

"Don't worry about it, it's benign." Cait said, patting my head. Cait, Becca, and Alice all clean me up, taking their time. During, I somehow get hard again, Becca wastes no time to measure me.

"Nine inches. You said it was double the size at 12?" Becca asked, I nod. Alice scribbles this down on her clipboard, then takes me by the hand and guides me out of the room. She hands my clothes to me and I get dressed. At checkout, I can see her bloated belly sitting on her lap. She catches me staring as she types away at a computer, lifting her top to expose it.

"Enjoying your handiwork?" she teases. I fumble some words out. "You're all set, just come back if you start getting.. backed up again." Alice winks as I turn to leave.

[eidermi]

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[them3ltinpot]

[growingellex]

two years can make a big difference. I’ve gained about 110lbs since I started 🤤🐷🩷

[growingellex]

I’m gunna need to update this one soonnn 🤭🐷🐷🐷🐷

[crypttrader]

What if that trope where all the weight you gain goes to the tits…but for cock? Cram down a feast and then the term fat cock takes on a whole new meaning.

This but, but it's because you're sucking down someone's extremly nutrient rich milk. Just getting stuffed with hyper-condensed calorie packed cream.

Not able to see who the breasts even belong to because you're being smothered by breasts at least as large as you.

Feeling your stomach fill with warm goodness, but being unable to stop drinking. As if overcome by a compulsion to consume - to feed.

Completely unaware of your cock growing fater and longer, as it slides up in the cleavage of the impossibly large breasts pinning you in place.

only when you feel your partner drinking from your cock do you notice that you've been cumming, with intense force, for... minutes....hours?

...

days?

As they drink, more and more milk forces its way into you, as you are weighed down by more and more breast flesh.

[crypttrader]

No light reaches you. The only sound you hear is your own gulping, the sloshing of the udders pinning you down, and the churning of your nuts behind you.

You are a tiny spec pinned between two infinite planes. To your rear, your nuts stretch on forever. Before you, a nipple is engorged beyond comprehension.

Milk forces its way into your mouth, regardless of whether you even attempt to drink it. Untold volumes are sucked into your gullet.

You don't even remember what the sensation of breathing feels like. Just swallowing, rhthmically, endlessly, for so many years that time has lost meaning to you.

Your cock, massaged between breastflesh you'll never lay eyes on, is devoured by an entity you've never properly met. The sensation of being milked but never properly emptied would be overwhelmingly pleasureable if it weren't for the fact that every thought and desire in your mind has been replaced with the singular need to feed.

swallow

consume

drink

[crypttrader]

The history of bra cup sizes is very amusing to me.

A, B, C were the first sizes - standing in for Small, Medium, and Large. Well then some folk were like, "yo you got a bigger size?" so they added D.

And then some folk with flat chests were like "we would like to wear bras for style reasons" so they added AA for people that don't need bras at all, but can wear them if they want.

Then the big tiddied folk came back round again and said "yo, D isn't big enough" so they then made DD, the inverse of AA, as "Anything bigger than A, B, C, or D.

And that's how it stayed for a while. And because those letters had no standard measurements attached, and were basically "Flat, small, medium, large, XL, and everything above XL" a B cup from one clothing manufacturer would not be the same exact measurements as from another manufactuer. This non-standardized size thing would become an even greater issue when multiple countries each started having wildly different approaches, based on different average breast size of the populice.

And then eventually, manufacturers came together and made a rough 'standard' for what the different cup sizes meant (with the need to also calculate the STILL not standardized band size, too, of course). Unfortunately this was agreed upon by manufacturers within individual countries/regions. So while a B cup might be (roughly) the same among all brands in the US... its not the same as it is in Europe. It should also be noted that this is why "DD" is the default "Big booba" size. Even if some countries and/or manufacturers have cup sizes that go beyond DD, DD was, innitially, and remained for a long time, the "Anything bigger than extra large" size.

I wrote all of this historical background information to refer back to AA being the "Too small to need to wear a bra" idea.

Universe sized breasts should wear AA bras. Too small for any other cup size labels to be appropriate. I don't even think multiversal levels are enough for an A cup...

[lucettaloves]

oblivious teacher leaning down to help a student, her soft, oversized, pendulous tits swinging before lewdly squishing against the desk. one takes up nearly half the tablespace, while the other hangs off the side, resting in the students lap. the student cant focus on a word the teacher is saying as her face is buried in that absurd sea of cleavage.

the teacher, satisfied with her explanation, stands up to walk away, completely unaware of the new shining trail of drool between her tits or the splotch of jizz now staining her shirt