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My nipples poking thru so cute
Strapless because you must always be ready to suck Mommy’s nipples when she tells u
milf doing this before a planet, her continent sized buttons cratering the surface
I want you to make me this big. I need to be bred so badly. To feel so full of your babies. I want you to worship my huge belly at any given time. In public and private. I don't care who sees you rubbing my bump, kissing it, or even licking it. I want you to constantly fuck me all throughout my pregnancy. Make my belly jiggle as you rail me over and over.
Why don't you message me and we can talk more.
Bless you, anon, for giving me an excuse to draw this, along with the other anons and asks about more cow-girl matt and yeah… :O … I may have a thing for TF/WG/sex-TF/Cow-girls/boobs in general so Anyway HERE YOU GO, GUYS baras to come later
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My outfit for the gym
i just wanna be lying back, playing with my tits, when all of a sudden they get so big i cant sit up. oh well, guess all i can really do is keep playing with them!
If you thought keeping your hands off your tits was difficult before, just wait until they start growing! Kneading them, groping them, letting your fingers sink into every new inch of soft flesh. The weight on your chest gets heavier and heavier, but you can't stop. You can feel them pushing outward against your hands, your fingers spreading apart as more and more tit billows out underneath them. The bigger they get, the more sensitive they become, too. Just pinching your nipple between the sides of your fingers sends a jolt of pleasure through your entire body, forcing your hips to buck against the air. God, growing feels so fucking good! Under their own weight, they start to spread out. Your torso begins to disappear behind them. Every movement you make sends ripples through them, wobbling and clapping together. The line of your cleavage becomes a canyon, warm and dark and deep. When you gather enough self control to look down instead of letting your eyes roll into the back of your head, you gasp. Nestled between your arms, your tits rise like mountains above you, each one at least twice as big as your head, if not more! You can't even see your own nipple where it crests at the top of your breast, your easily outsizing your own palm. Fuck, this is getting out of hand. You have to take stock of the situation. You have to...
You have to...
Uh oh.
As you try to sit up, all you manage is lifting your shoulders a few inches before you come crashing down, the impact making your breasts wobble on top of you. You try again, marshaling your strength, but the increased weight of your growing tits cancels out whatever extra effort you put in. For a moment, you panic. You can't get out from under your own tits. You're trapped. They won't stop growing. They won't stop growing. They won't-
Your arms slide underneath the mountains of tit rising above your chest and push them towards you. They slosh upwards and, in a moment, your face is buried under their softness. The moan that rips out of you is inhuman and almost entirely muffled by the sheer mass covering your face. Your hands frantically try to touch every inch of your gigantic breasts, but all effort is in vain. They're growing too fast to keep up with, getting bigger, getting rounder, getting heavier. Beneath all that tit, a lustful smile settles on your lips. If you can't stop it, you might as well enjoy it~
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!