Back in Action! ...Again

Jackson gasped for air with a loose, giddy smile on his lips. Between the pleasure and the lack of oxygen getting in, it was getting hard for him to think, but in that moment, thoughts were dead weight. Instinct, his most primal desires, drove him forward. One hand groped one of the heavy tits that hung from his chest while the other rested on the chest of the girl underneath him. She screwed up her face, eyes closed tight, whimpering and squirming as sensations flooded her body. Jackson slid his hand up to her cheek, cupping it and rubbing it with his thumb. "Don't... Don't shy... Away from me... Now..." The words came out hoarse and croaked, shallow breaths barely giving him enough air to speak.

Slowly, with shaking knees, Jackson pushed himself upward. He clawed cool air into his lungs as the bulge that ran up the length of his torso moved. Down below, the massive, tree-trunk of a gock that had filled him to the brim slid out of his stretched pussy, glistening with his juices. The muscles inside him fought back, trying to grip onto the gock, refusing to let it go, and Cassandra felt it. Her eyes shot open and now it was her turn to gasp. Her hands flew to Jackson's hips, holding the boy in place as she begged him, wordlessly, not to move. Jackson was happy for the little break, the sudden rush of air making him dizzy as he stared over his tits at the sweet girl underneath him. God, she was so fucking cute. His own hands moved to rest on top of hers. "It's okay, Cassie. I'm here. I've got you. You're my good girl, okay? I'm gonna take good care of you."

Cassandra bit her lip and slowly nodded. Jackson smiled. "That's my good girl! I promise, I won't do anything to hurt you. I'm going to make you feel so good."

His fingers curled around Cassandra's hands and dragged them upwards from his hips, over the curve of his waist, towards his enormous breasts. Both of them moaned, bodies tensing, as Jackson forced Cassandra's hands against his tits. Soft flesh overflowed her grip and bulged out between her fingers, his areola alone bigger than her palms. Jackson's hips trembled, desperate to start moving again. "You—mmf!—you like Daddy's big fucking titties? You liked watching me grow them for you? Daddy loved watching his good girl blow her thick load all over Daddy's broken bras~"

Desperate whimpers rolled out of Cassandra as her hips flexed, nodding furiously. Jackson's eyes fluttered; a simple twitch of her gock moved through almost his entire torso. Jackson, voice a bit breathier and with eyes threatening to roll back in his head, pressed on. "And you... You did—fuck!—such a g-good job growing for me, too! So b-big and thick! I've never felt this fucking full!"

There had been a part of them that had known, when they first started growing together, that this was inevitable. As their bodies grew, so did the tension between them. Every outgrown bra, every ruined pair of compression shorts, pushed them closer together. Little explorations redefined their relationship. Jackson knew what he was doing when he sent pictures of his new growth, of the red lines on his tits left behind by too-tight bras, to Cassandra. He wanted her to use the pictures. He instructed her to use them. The walls between them eroded, bit by bit, until they finally gave way.

Lust-filled eyes looked down at the meek girl with the massive gock, but a warm smile shone down on her, too. Jackson moved her hand to the underside of his tit, using it to lift it towards his lips. With his mouth open wide, he took both his nipple and Cassandra's finger into it. He sucked. His eyes rolled back. A deep moan rang out in his chest. Below him, Cassandra groaned. "M-more..." It was the first thing she had said since her gock has been pushed deep inside her best friend's pussy. "P-please... Please, s-sir... I need it..."

The timid pleas hit Jackson like a freight train. All at once, he gasped, he moaned, and he dropped. All of his weight came crashing down on Cassandra and her gock shot up inside his chest. The force of it made his moans even louder, forcing the air out until he wheezed. He leaned forward to give himself a better angle and let instinct take over, riding his good girl, feeling her gock stretch him out. "You w-want it? Okay, cutie. You fucking got it!"

Just an idea inspired by your original story. If it strikes you, I would love to see what kind of story and/or image pairing you could conjure with it. 💋

P.s. your work is so good, it’s why I made a tumblr.

Goodness, you flatter me! Thank you very much for the kind words! I'm always a bit astonished at the idea that I could be inspirational, but I'm very glad that you found me to be so! And I'm glad you joined us! I really like your idea, too!

Addison sat up in bed and was immediately pulled back down. The impact back onto the soft mattress made the colossal udders that sat on either side of her slender torso jiggle and slosh like they were full of water or, more accurately, full of milk. A deep, frustrated groan built in her chest, rising with her anger. These stupid fucking udders! God, she fucking hated them! She just wanted C cups! She just wanted to not be flat as a board! But they never stopped growing, never stopped swelling, never stopped engorging with- Shit.

A damp spot near her fingertips reminded Addison that her little pity party had a time limit. If she was to go about her day, she'd need to milk her udders, another huge fucking waste of her time that wouldn't be necessary with the cute breasts she had wanted. Sliding off the side of her bed nearly brought her crashing to the ground. The swing and hang of her boulder-like tits threatened to drag her off her feet and, as much as she hated to admit it, she knew it was only a matter of time before they did. She could practically feel them growing and, while engorging with milk overnight made it hard to tell, she knew she was waking up bigger than when she went to sleep.

With gravity pulling in a new direction, Addison had to fight back against the instinctive letdown that her gargantuan udders wanted. She needed to get over to her breast pumps first. While she could have moved the milking station closer to her bed, she refused to do so on principle. She refused to let her tits take over her life. Every inch of ground they took was wrested from her by force and she wasn't ready to surrender. She wasn't some big titty bimbo, after all. She never wanted to be bigger than a D cup. She had read online that DD tits start to cross into the territory where you have more tits than brains and the thought of that had been sickening. Now, she tried her best not to think about it, especially as she all but dragged her enormous udders across the room. Each heavy footfall sent her tits wobbling and swinging and every time they clapped together, however lightly, Addison tensed. She ignored the light patter of her leaking milk hitting the floor. She refused to acknowledge her tits in any way. She wasn't a bimbo. She was better than this. She-

The world spun and the ground slid out from underneath Addison's foot. Stepping right into a puddle of her own milk, she slipped, gravity finally winning out. Thankfully for Addison, there was a table there to help catch her fall. Unfortunately for Addison, she landed on the table tit-first. Between the weight of her own body and the force of the fall, she squeezed her tit against the table a milk fired like a jet from her nipple. Despite herself, despite everything, Addison howled out a moan. With a pathetic look on her face, she glanced at the milk now gushing from her tit and then over to the milking station. It was just a few feet away, but she told herself it was too late. She was just going to have to do it manually.

As she wrapped her hand around her nipple, having to really reach around to the other side of her udder, another moan trumpeted from Addison's throat. "Fuuuuck! Fuck these fucking udders! They're so fucking biiiiig!" Each squeeze sent milk spraying out and waves of pleasure washing over her. Her arousal was like a spring. Shame and denial had wound it up right and now all that pent-up energy was being released. One tit rested on the table while the other hung down from her chest, the perfect spot for her to push her hips forward and grind against it. "Uughnn, fuuuuuck! My huge, milky titties are turning me into a fucking bimbo cow! I've got more tits than brains ten times over!"

Slightly repositioning her hips wedged her tit between them and the side of the desk. Once she knew it wasn't going anywhere, her hips started to move in earnest. Each thrust came a little bit faster than the last. Milk splattered at her feet. "I didn't want these fucking udders for this exact reason! They're turning me into a boobie-obsessed slut! Can't go more than a few hours without milking my huge udders! Can't go outside without everyone gawking at my gargantuan, slutty titties! Everyone wants to touch them! Squeeze them! Suck on them! Drink from them! I should just give in and fucking let them!"

With a sudden lurch, Addison's body bent forward. Her face was smothered by her own udder, perfect to muffle the lewd scream that ripped out of her throat. Her hips started to properly swing, the steady sound of her thighs clapping against her tit filling the air. Her face was red when she lifted it up again and hair matted to her forehead, but her eyes were rolled almost completely back. She bit her lip. "I should just give up being normal and enjoy them while I can! I won't fucking stop growing! I'm gonna get bigger and bigger until I can't even fucking lift them anymore! Then all I'll be able to do is hump! My! Fucking! Udders! All! Fucking! DAY!"

Addison punctuated each word by doing exactly that, finishing by squeezing her breast between her thighs. Her hands kneaded all the tit she could reach. Her throat was hoarse. She was so fucking close. "I'm just tits! I'm just fucking tits! Not Addison! Not Addie! No future! No life! Just tits! Just big, huge, gigantic, jiggly, juicy, milky TITS!"

"But what about me! You're really going to throw away years- decades of our friendship just because, what, some two-bit tramp batted her eyelashes at you? No, no, no. I can't accept that. I won't accept it. Look what she's done to you! We used to be so tight. We used to text each other all day, every day. You were the first person I woke up to and the last person I thought about before falling asleep. Now I just stare at my phone screen and feel my heart twisting, waiting for a text that'll never come. You used to text me back right away and now it can take, what, ten minutes? Fifteen? God forbid, twenty?! Can't you see she's trying to isolate you from me? She's trying to come between us, forcing distance between us, and I will not allow it. But, don't worry, I'll make sure you don't miss her.

"I know how much you love big, juicy titties. That's probably why you wend for her, right? Those sloshy milkers on her chest? Well, look what I've done! Ta-dah! A pair of sloshy milkers of my own, even bigger than hers! Now, you won't need her anymore! You can have me! We don't have to date or whatever, but any time you wanna play with some mega milkers, some juicy jigglers, some fat fucking tits, you can play with mine! Grope 'em, suck on 'em, making 'em bounce and wobble! Do whatever you want! I grew them just for you! I'm sure that, once you get a feel for these, you'll forget all about ol' whats-her-name.

*PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP*

We decided to go camping alone together even though we were "just friends", and I knew that you liked me, but I also knew you fantasized about butts much bigger than my skinny ass. So when we got lost and had to set up our tent in a random spot, I was definitely not complaining about spending some alone time with you, I just wished I could look more like the porn stars you watched 😫

Though the spot where we set up was.... weird? Like it was perfectly flat and level, but there were also these bright magenta flowers everywhere, and they produced a STRONG fragrance that was heady like a perfume

As the night went on and the sun set, the more we breathed in the air, the more we could both feel the changes start occurring. I saw you continually shift you position, your balls swelling much faster than your member, gradually filling the space between your legs. Very quickly I had to abandon wearing pants, and before long my panties were becoming skin tight. And most of all, we were becoming insanely horny! 🥵

Neither of us seemed to mind our bodies inexplicably transforming, the airborne aphrodisiac essentially making us drugged with its aroma. Before long any sense of decency had completely left the tent, and we were soon fucking louder than any other animal in the forest

*6 Hours Later*

"Sooooo biiiiiiiiiig 😩"

All of my memories felt like a blur.... us doing it in countless positions, my ass growing so big that I wouldn't be able to run away (not that I wanted to), and your balls like actual watermelons smacking into my waterbed-sized backside as you slammed that now salami-stick dick into me! 😍

We couldn't stop even if we wanted to (not that we did), and as the early morning light streamed in, you grabbed the vast expanse of my cheeks with seeming renewed vigor before gutturally whispering one word...

"...More"

*PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP*

Air rushed into Cammie's lungs in a gasp, both in shock and at the sudden relief in pressure from her cheer uniform bursting open. She meant to scream, but the pleasure that radiated from her rapidly inflating tits blended the sound with a deep, needy moan. Her eyes fluttered, clouding over with momentary lust, before rage returned. Cammie glared at the nerd standing in front of her with a fury and heat that made the beam of the growth ray seem positively frigid.

"What do you want me to say?! Your routine sucked! You showed up in tight jeans and, as far as we could tell, no bra at all, you couldn't keep rhythm, and, at most, you knew a third of the moves! We rejected you because you were fucking awful, not because we were bullying you! But, if this is how you're going to act, maybe we should have bullied you! You graceless, uncoordinated, entitled fucking bitch!"

The ray's effects still held strong. The sound of straining fabric filled the air as Cammie's breasts bulged up over the cups of the bra and tried their best to push under the wire. The clasp groaned and strained and the fabric strained against the pressure. Cammie only had one option. She steeled herself and made a frantic lunge towards the woman in front of her, hoping that her athleticism would give her the advantage. Unfortunately, the new growth on her chest had shifted her center of gravity higher than she was used to. Cammie tripped. She fumbled. She managed to grab the gun out of her assailant's hands, but she couldn't keep her balance. While her breasts might have cushioned her fall, the loud CRUNCH shortly after sent a chill up her spine. Slowly, Cammie raised herself off the ground. Underneath her was the ray gun or, rather, what was left of it.

Suddenly, a large crack across the barrel started to glow, a pale light pouring out of it. The light quickly grew brighter and brighter, Cammie moaning as, once again, warmth filled her. Just as it seemed like it couldn't get any brighter, it stopped. The barrel went dark. A lime green spark arced across the surface. The whole thing seemed to swell. The crack split even wider, rending the gun in two, and a blinding light poured out.