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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…

Concept: HELPR is here to help you on your wellness journey! Via a brain chip it can monitor your vitals and even deploy medication. It even runs a 'tension release' program as part of stress management, with or without a partner.

Except one day, an update is released. You dismiss the tension-release notification for the Nth time. It begins to run anyway. HELPR notifies you it's injected an aphrodisiac into your system that quickly makes it difficult to think and deactivate it. To your horror, when you check your stats you see that it's somehow released 10 doses simultaneously.

The bigger the belly, the bigger and deeper the navel, she thought. She had a truly cavernous belly button, that was incredibly soft to the touch, and quite sensitive for her as she proved everytime anyone touched it, or if she put any of her special toys in there, toys that had only gotten larger and larger to try to sate her special pleasure as she grew more gluttonous and fatter.

Thankfully most of her weight went to her belly, she was quite bellyheavy, so she had a LOT of space to be rubbed and pleased, just the way she loved it.

Creativity would definitely be necessary once she got so fat that her belly button was simply too far away, farther than her arms could reach. So that's where I came in, and when I wanted to see just how deep her navel really was, I started shoving my hand in...then my forearm...and then...suddenly she was moaning in deep bliss, apparently having orgasmed from that alone! I decided to up the ante by 'fisting' her belly button, making her gargantuan gut wobble like a tsunami of lard. She only felt an increasing wave of bliss hitting her, so I kept going.

Is this your way of getting me to rewrite that scrapped draft I showed you? Either way, I'm not really gonna focus too much on the vore of this, directly.

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This has grown completely out of control. You have grown completely out of control.

This started with the intense need to stuff yourself with larger and larger insertions. Finding as many silicone toys as you could and stuffing them in you. Searching high and low for the biggest ones you could acquire. You ran out of even novelty items, eventually.

Until you found that website. That cursed blessed website. Endless... something. You can't really remember. You can barely even think right now.

This is probably your longest single lapse into coherent lucidity in... well you have no way of knowing.

What matters is you clicked into that website. You bought the biggest thing they had on first page you saw. You didn't even look at what the actual size it was. You went to loads of websites like this, just grabbing whatever the biggest thing they had was.

For that website in particular, though... you really did just stay to the first page. There were too many categories to bother to navigate through when you were trying a shotgun approach to ordering from different brands.

That package arrived before any other. Not that any other package ever did arrive, at all, after that.

It arrived the next morning. You woke up on top of it.

Gaping cunt stretched over cold silicone, slowly sliding down an ever widening mass. Stuffing yourself in your sleep. You don't know how you ended up on top of it, all you had was your phone and a business card in hand.

You should have been terrified. But the moment your brain was able to realize the sensations around you, you were overwhelmed with ecstasy. A mind shattering ecstasy you're currently struggling to keep at bay right this moment.

You kept falling down the length of this toy for hours. For days probably. has any part of your form felt pain. Your gut isn't even distended at all. They toy hasn't gone "deep inside you" in a way you might assume.

It never went inside you at all.

You grew around it.

Your cunt did.

Nerve packed flesh swells and grows even now.

Once your massive fleshy maw spread down the length of the toy, it kept going. Down the hill your home once sat upon.

Your pussy juices letting down as a biblical flood that probably destroyed and swept away most anything before your velvet curtains even finished consuming the toy.

Anything that wasn't swept away is almost certainly inside you...or under you, now.

Under for now.

You don't think there will be an "under" for much longer. You're still growing. still covering more and more of the land. You've felt cold water on your left and right for a long while now, and even colder water to that which must, presumably, be the arctic, for even longer.

the location that is currently "under" you will become nothing more than a tiny marble "inside" you.

Again, you should be horrified as to what you've done but... you can't be. You just... you can't stop cumming your fucking brains out.

Not only are you not horrified you want more.

The only thing that does come close to terrifying you is that when the earth is consumed by your sensitive folds... you'll have nothing left to stuff yourself with.

Elizaveta learned two important lessons the day she first tasted her best friend Becky's milk.

The first was that vampires don't actually need blood to survive. Despite being well on her way to three centuries old, she only then realized that it was the life force she needed and she was stunned to find that her friend's milk was able to meet her craving for life force. The last few decades, she had grown weary of having to find and drink blood, in at least small part because of the fact that hunting for prey was getting harder and harder to hide. To know that her friend's milk could meet that need without the need to hunt the old fashioned way was revelatory for Liz.

The other thing she learned, however, was the true depth of her hunger. Blood was an incredibly efficient way to absorb life force, though often at the cost of her victims. Milk, though containing life force—all bodily fluids contain some amount—didn't contain nearly as much, per volume, as blood did. A traditional feeding could meet her need for a few days, sometimes as much as a week. Liz could still taste the sweet milk on her tongue by the time the cravings started again.

The vampire tried to be patient. She tried to be gracious. The need to feed, however, could not be calmed. Minutes felt like hours as she tried to gauge how much time would need to pass before she could ask Becky for more milk. The hunger was grating on her, making her agitated, making her violent. She never took it out on Becky, but she came awfully close a few times. Despite the emotion behind it, screaming "Then fucking make it faster!" did little to accelerate Becky's milk. The end of Liz's tether was getting awfully close and, if she didn't do something about it, she knew that she would do something she'd regret, something that might push her cow friend away forever.

I don't want to alarm you, but you need to get your wife hooked up to a set of milk pumps right away. You may have to be sneaky about it. You may have to force her. Regardless of how you do it, your wife needs to be milked as soon as possible.

There are two possibilities. The first is that, by not milking herself, she'll tell her body to stop making as much milk in general and, over time, the supply she has will naturally drain and stop. Disappointing, but not the end of the world, though she'll wind up with the "floppy, saggy boobs" that she fears so much anyway.

The other possibility is a lot more dramatic.

Her body might perceive the intentional non-milking as some sort of blockage and, in attempt to clear the blockage, will ramp up production of milk to force it out. Her body doesn't know that she's purposely refusing to drain her udders, only that no milk is coming out. The longer she goes without milking, the worse it'll get. Her tits will continue to swell and engorge, sloshing with more and more milk. Her production will increase exponentially, her milk glands working overtime to push as much milk out of her as possible. Her tits will become swollen and painful and huge and tight. They'll start to leak from the pressure alone, soaking into her bras and her clothes as they get tighter around her sensitive udders, until they finally erupt in milk. Fountains, torrents of milk will gush from her teats, more than any standard milker would be able to handle. And that's her new baseline, making that much every day, her whole life now dedicated to the sole task of pumping as much milk from her tits as possible.

I want your tits to bloat and swell for the same reasons your stomach does.

You eat a greasy, fatty, unhealthy meal?

Your hormones constantly raging as you beg to be fucked, your pussy constantly wet and twitching. You're almost ready don't worry it will be soon, trust me you'll be glad we did all this. Then the day comes, bending you over I don't even need to remove your leggings as they rip apart from your ass and hips. A trail of slick running down into the remnants of the leggings, you nearly came from the tip alone. But as it continued to reach deeper and deeper you lost more and more control.

Mind numb and the only sounds of moans and wet smacking as our bodies slap together. You feel my cock ramming against your empty, hungry womb. With a final push you feel thick, hot cum shoot into you. Panting in satisfaction you stay there savoring the feeling of being filled. Feeling my hands run across your soft skin, occasionally jiggling your ass.

Then pressure, deep down pressure in your lower belly. Soon to be replaced by the gardening of my cock in you again. Ready for round two? Before you can say anything the abrupt ducking resumes while you're still overstimulated. The pressure continues to rise, feeling your belly you feel a deep firmness that seems to be growing. Your tits warm and tingling as they clearly start growing again, only this time you can feel milk coming in.

Something's wrong, as your belly transitions from soft to firm. Nothing's wrong this is what you wanted, still fucking you you feel the weight you put on start to shed as your belly now fully firm begins to grow. Grasping at it with a free hand you feel life squirming inside you, watching as your belly comes into view part you're swollen tits. Veins popping up on them visible as you continue to swell with milk. You now pass for full term with twins easily, the weight being to take its toll on you.

Laying you on your back you think finally a break, but then immediately filled by cock again. What did you do to me?! I gave you what you wanted, you wanted to get knocked up and to be massively pregnant. Remember when I asked how many you wanted and you said you just wanted to feel full and pregnant. Well here you go, those hormones caused you to release multiple eggs and an extremely high chance of multiples. As well as putting on weight and rapid growth, as to why I keep fucking you. The additional hormones you release during sex help speed things up even more.

Your head falls back as you now approach full term with quadruplets, but no sign of slowing down. I will admit I'm surprised you've lasted this long, but me I think I'm about done. Holding onto your belly I cum one last time before pulling out, here this should help with the weight you lost and the stretching. Placing an IV in your arm and a feeling of relief washes over you as your skin relaxed, then you watch as the weight you lost from the rapid growth starts to return.

Yeah that's more like it, now you stay here, not like you have a choice. I'll be back to check on you in an hour or so, you should be done growing by then, maybe. Should be...you look at your belly protruding out in front of you dancing with kicks as it continues to grow. You're well beyond any comparable size now and you're still growing. Only now you could feel your thighs, hips and ass thickening as the weight returns.

i lay back against the headboard with heavy breaths watching as my body continues to balloon up. i wonder how much of the IV is contributing to the growth but i also don't want to remove it incase its providing necessary nutrients to keep me from growing too big unaided.

my boobs sag against my neck and face, no longer having my belly to support them as my belly continues expanding higher and higher, bigger and bigger.

i feel the pillow of my ass cheeks continue to grow as well, trying to shuffle around in the bed to find a comfy position, but the bulk of myself keeps me weighed down without much movement being possible.

when you finally return an hour later, i'm even bigger than either of us could've possibly imagined. i feel completely overtaken by the jostling babies that reside in my gargantuan womb.

"feeling okay?" you ask innocently, checking the IV drip and rubbing a hand across my explosive midsection. you run your finger across my belly button. i felt it pop a while ago but it's fully stretch out now, sensitive as the babies writhe inside me.

"this isn't what i had in mind," i say, huffing as i try to calm my offspring.

"yeah? you said you wanted to get as big as possible as soon as possible. i thought this is what you wanted."

"i didn't realize it would be this fast," i say, trying to squirm into a more comfortable position.

"no worries, the fast part is over. you'll stay like this for a while," you say. you give my breasts an experimental squeeze and i moan at how sensitive they are.

"how long?"

"not sure, the scientist who gave me the drugs is still going through trials. paid a special price to get this early for you. i know how eager you were to be big and full of babies."

"this is madness," i whine.

"but you like it," you smile.