WG, BE

but you notice every passing day you wear it your getting bigger, and bigger. Like your boobs are getting pretty big towards day 6, practically the sizes of melons, not to mention the bottom is barely holding on, your hips wide and butt big making alot of people walk into walls as you strut around.

Perhaps even more changes? Perhaps a nice beach tan even when you've been inside since day 4 because none of your clothes fit, just the golden bikini. Perhaps if you had a cock you develop a bulge in your pants, an ever growing bulge, it's sight to the world only held back by the golden piece of cloth. Or maybe not, I mean, it's what ever you think the bikini will do

But day 7 finally arrived and we meet up, and you see me, busty, thicc, huge, a massive bulge being held by by the bottom, the top doing nothing but covering up the nipples. Seems neither of us lost the bet.

A young woman, 20 years of age, simply enjoying a glass of milk like any other morning, not knowing that it goes straight to her once flat breasts. For every tiny sip of milk her breasts grow from nothing to something that can only be called mommy milkers in the span of seconds, all while she's unaware, or at least unaware until her massive milkers burst out of her gray plaid shirt.

“Full…so full.” sensitive and amazing, desire is dominant throughout that interesting weekend.

Going into work was a welcome thing. After all, whats the point of having such huge tits, if not to relish in the blushes and stares, in the newfound jiggle in her. Honestly, replacing that random milk bottle she found at the office fridge with her own product, from her own jugs. It was brash and irresponsible, and perhaps gross, but oh was it worth it in the end.

Turns out the bottle belonged to her co-worker Julie. How did she know? Because after an unexpected two day leave, Julie returned blushing and embarrassed, with her own giant breasts, equal to that for her own. Oh wow. Her boobs weren't just a source for delicious milk. They were the source for a gift.

And so she makes it her mission, to gift every woman she can this wonderful gift to every single woman possible, because to feel the stretch of her breasts over the fabric of her shirt was nothing short of addictive, and why not share it, now that she could. Each day, whenever she could, in any sort of drinkable fluid, she would unbutton her shirt and pour even a few droplets whilst running a graceful finger across the smooth, soft curve of her breasts, those heavy mounds that contrasted so nicely to her lithe form. One by one, all the women in the office, then the building, have grown their own sloshing breasts, ripples sent across their surface at every little movement. The time it takes for the milk to take effect depends on the dose. Sometimes some would have the grace of having enough time to at least go home before their milkers burst forth from their blouses. Others would be instant. Others took only a few hours, and came up in comical times. One time, a manager was chastising a young girl for knocking over an object with her tits, only for her own milkers to burst forward and drag her down to the floor.

The effect on the men her jugs had was admittedly weird. She figured it must contain some sort of protein, as it caused a localised and almost instant growth in the pectoral area, thick muscle with a tiny bit of fat giving everyone one a barrel chest. It was very funny seeing some of the twinkier employees walk around all skinny, except for their bodybuilder chests, bouncing with their step.

Honestly, getting a second job at the local coffee shop was perhaps her most genius idea she has had in a while. It was so easy, especially while working in the back, to sneak in a few drops (or even have the milk in someone's coffee be her own entirely). It wasn't like she was under much scrutiny, since giving her co-workers their own mommy milkers to deal with was a matter of two days at best. Often, she would sneak a glance at the unsuspecting customers, seeing some of them burst out of their seams then and there, moan out loud as they squeeze their new massive tits in surprise, how wonderful it was, how rewarding. Little by little, the whole town sported their pair of sloshing, massive milkers and everyone was happier for it.

After a late day of work she would end closing the shop alongside Mark, the newest employee. Naturally, she'd wasted no time to cream up his water bottle and now he had his own new big chest, reducing him to a cute, blushing mess. Should have gotten a plastic bottle. She was just walking along at night when she heard a noise on her left in an alleyway. Hiding behind the corner, she bites her lip and tries to contain her smile as she recognises the last two customers they've had today, a young ginger girl and her boyfriend. From what she had seen of them, the girl seemed to be the one wearing the pants in the relationship, such an easy and casual confidence about her, while the boy was hunched and humble looking, kinda reminded her of Mark. Now, she was pressed up against the wall by the forearms, her mouth opened in a permanent moan and her eyes rolled to the back of her skull in ecstasy, her tattered shirt wide open. The boy was kneeling in front of her, his mouth glued around the nipple of her new huge breasts, his hands keening the expanse of supple flesh.

Too distracted by the hilarious sight in front of her, she failed to hear the footsteps approaching her. Her vision swims as she is spun around and comes face to face with Mark, his eyes so dark with lust it makes her knees weak.

“Let's imitate, hmm?” and with that and a single kiss on her lips she barely had time to return she was pushed against the wall. Mark gives her a questioning look, and her nod feels like the easiest thing in the world .

He snaps open and ruins her newly fixed plaid shirt, the cold air immediately meeting her sloshing, massive breasts, only for the warmth of Mark's hands to immediately grab them, giving the an experimental bounce and making her mind flood with eroticism, moans breaking from her mouth freely.

“You think I didn't know? That it was you who gave me this chest.” he says in a commanding tone, squeezing her tits hard and making her see stars.

She couldn't respond, only moan, so he dived straight in, letting his mouth linger over her hardening nipple for a moment and letting the hot air do wonders to her, before starting to drink and drink and drink, sucking the literal life out her and driving her to the edge at lightning pace. She can only struggle to keep her eyes open and run her fingers through his blonde mop of hair, moaning to her heart's desire and letting him know how much she likes this. She had to wonder though, if drinking but a few droplets of her milk gave him such muscular and big pecs…

What would drinking gallons straight from the source do?

Anon who ever you are, you should start your own blog and write, this is some of the hottest writing I've seen

as for what drinking gallons straight from the source.... For Mark, and I think alot of people who drank way to much infected milk, it causes more changes then just bigger pecs, cow tail, maybe horns.

for guys like Mark I think they may become hubulls, maybe a little more. Just drinking and drinking, all the milk spreading thru him. Sure his chest is getting bigger, and bigger, but he's getting wider too, bulkier. Think bigger then a regular person, arms getting thick and muscular, pecs big enough to classify as pillows. Large horns sprouting from the top of his head, his hair covering his eyes, long, fluffy, and such. Ears replaced by cow ears, and the once sweet voice replaced by a deeper, hornier voice.

growing taller and taller, at first had to be on his tiptoes to even reach our protagonist boobs, now he's holding her with one arm as he keeps drinking. he's just getting so big, and strong. Sure his shirt was already finished by his new massive chest, but the rest of him was tearing, shooting around in all directions. The only thing held together was a pair of extra stretchy underwear, that couldn't hide the fact of the massive bulge that was in their now, or hide the swollen butt, because even hubulls need big butts :3

He drank so much, that for once, she was tapped out on both reserves, but what stood there wasn't the small, sweet mark, it was something big, huge, steam coming from its nostrials. The underwear finally giving out to reveal a monster sized cock.

I think are protagonist would probably look over to see the couple, and find a similar situation, what even curse that was placed on her tits has evolved, and started affecting men in more ways then just giving them big chests...

But who's to say it doesn't affect everyone else? Making people chest even bigger, making everyone bigger, the loud sounds of mooing filling the city, the sounds of everyone changing to be big like her, the sounds of sex filling the air, the sounds of drinking. Sure there was a few who hadn't drank yet, but who wouldnt want to just take a drink, and get the chance to be a big leaking cow of a human...

My Farmhand has had numerous cows but none that can produce milk and babies like I can. He’d pump me full of growth hormones for the sweetest milk. My breasts would double in size as they strain against my uniform (a cow print bikini of course).

Gilebren lets out a deep, vibrating hum of pure satisfaction, a sound that rumbles from the depths of his massive chest and resonates through your very bones. As your hands return to his plush, still sensitive pecs, he lets out a soft, needy whine, his body instinctively arching toward your palms.

"Bountiful... yes... endless..." he murmurs, his voice a thick, honeyed rasp. The sheer shamelessness of his response is a testament to how thoroughly you have corrupted his royal pride. He no longer cares for the throne or the terror he once commanded; all he cares for is the way your hands feel against his heavy, cream filled flesh.

As you knead the soft, swollen mounds, you can feel the residual heat of his climax still pulsing within him. His pecs are incredibly soft now, the muscle yielding to the massive volume of milk that continues to replenish itself even as you touch him. Every time you squeeze, a fresh, slow drip of thick, pearlescent nectar escapes his nipples, lacing his skin in a glistening sheen.

"You say it so well, little glutton," he purrs, his eyes fluttering open to gaze at you with a predatory yet utterly submissive heat. He reaches up, his large, warm hands cupping your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks with surprising tenderness. "So big... so strong... and all of it... all of this abundance... is yours to claim. Yours to milk... yours to devour..."

He shifts his weight on the altar, the movement causing his heavy, milk laden chest to jiggle and sway heavily. The sight of his massive, overripe anatomy, glistening with sweat and divine cream, is a testament to the power you've unlocked within him. He is a god of fertility, a lord of plenty, and he has been reduced to a blushing, panting prize for your amusement.

"If you think I am bountiful now..." he whispers, his breath hot and smelling of sweet cream against your skin, his gaze dropping to your lips with a hungry intensity, "...then you have only just begun to taste the true depths of my... generosity. Come... don't just touch... drink. Taste how much your king has prepared for you..."

You clamber in his lap, leaning up to place your hands on either side of a massive teat before leaning in slowly and wrapping your lips around an enormous nipple and beginning to slowly, teasingly… suck.

Gilebren’s breath hitches in a sharp intake of air as you clamber into his lap, his massive thighs automatically accommodating your weight, cradling you against the heat of his groin. The moment your lips seal around the sensitive, engorged peak of his nipple, his entire body stiffens, his back arching into a rigid, trembling line of ecstasy.

"NNGGH!" The sound is a guttural moan that vibrates through your very skull. As you begin that slow, teasing suction, the sensation is so intense that his eyes roll back, his fangs grazing his lower lip in a desperate attempt to keep from screaming.

Inside him, his body reacts instantly to the stimulus. It is as if your mouth has issued a royal decree to his very cells: Produce. Replenish. Provide.

The pressure in his pecs intensifies, becoming a heavy, throbbing weight that feels like it's made of solid gold. Because of the sheer intensity of your devotion, his body adapts, the nectar becoming thicker, heavier, and infinitely more decadent. It's no longer mere milk; it is a viscous, cream like essence, so rich it feels like liquid velvet sliding down your throat.

"Mmmph... hhh...!" Gilebren whimpers, his hands coming up to bury themselves in your hair, his claws gently tugging to guide you deeper, to force you to take even more. His crimson skin is slick with a fresh sheen of sweat, and his pecs are visibly expanding again, the flesh stretching and hardening under the frantic demand of your mouth.

Every time you pull, a thick, heavy rope of the ultra rich cream is drawn from him, and every time you release, you can feel the internal 'sloshing' of his glands working at a fever pitch to refill the void. The sensation is intoxicating; the cream is so dense it almost feels like you are swallowing pure, distilled pleasure.

"It's... it's getting... thicker..." he gasps, his voice a delirious whisper as he looks down at you. His four green eyes are wide, glowing with a manic, fertile light. His chest is heaving, the massive mounds of muscle and milk pulsing in time with your rhythmic sucking. "It feels so... so heavy... so full... oh, moons, it's so much...!"

You keep sucking even as the cream grows thicker, even chewing the thickened cream and digging into those nipples with your fingers to physically pull out the ropes of thickened cream.

The sensation of your teeth and tongue working on his most sensitive points sends waves of electric pleasure crashing through his massive frame. He is no longer just a king; he is a vessel, a living wellspring being ruthlessly harvested.

When your fingers dig into the slick entrances of his nipples, the liquid is so thick it almost stretches like taffy, a viscous, pearlescent cord of pure pleasure connecting his body to your mouth. The internal pressure is so immense that the mere act of you pulling the cream out feels like you are unravelling his very soul.

"It's... it's too much... it's too thick... OH, IT FEELS SO GOOD!" he cries out, his large, muscular hands gripping your hips so hard his claws leave shallow marks in your skin. He is riding the wave of a mounting, unstoppable climax, his body working overtime to produce the heavy, decadent nectar you demand.

His pecs are now monstrously swollen, the skin stretched so tight it shines like polished crimson marble. They are no longer just muscles; they are heavy, throbbing udders of a god, pulsing with every desperate tug of your fingers and every greedy swallow of your mouth. The milk is so concentrated now that it carries a heady, aphrodisiac weight, making your head swim and your heart race with the sheer decadence of it.

You suddenly plug his nipples with your fingers, fingering the nipple holes and allowing the pressure to build and build…

Gilebren’s entire body goes rigid, his muscles locking into a state of absolute, agonizing tension. As your fingers slide into the swollen peaks, his breath hitches in a silent, terrified scream. He can feel it the internal pressure is no longer just a sensation; it is a physical force, a heavy, throbbing mass of divine cream that has nowhere to go but back up into his own flesh.

"N nnngh... wait... it's too much! It's... it's going to...!" his voice is a strangled, frantic wheeze. His massive pecs are distended to an impossible degree, the skin stretched so thin it looks translucent, pulsing with a violent, rhythmic life of its own.

His four green eyes are blown wide, glowing with a frantic, manic light as he stares down at you, his expression a chaotic mask of terror and desperate, unbridled lust. His hips are bucking uncontrollably, his heavy, sodden cock twitching in a frantic rhythm against you, his entire body vibrating with the sheer force of the build up.

The silence in the temple is deafening, broken only by his ragged, desperate gasps... and then, the dam finally breaks.

With a sound like a thunderclap, the pressure finally overcomes your fingers. The milk doesn't just leak; it erupts. Two massive, violent jets of the hyper concentrated, ultra thick cream blast out from his nipples with enough force to spray all the way across the room. The liquid is so dense, so incredibly heavy, that it hits the stone with a wet, slapping sound, coating everything in a thick, pearlescent layer of divine milk.

Gilebren’s head snaps back, his spine arching so violently it looks as though it might break. He is lost to the sensation, his entire being consumed by the sensation of the explosion. As the milk erupts, so does his climax - a massive, soul shaking convulsion that ripples through every inch of his muscular frame. His cock pulses with a violent force, unleashing a torrent of seed that mingles with the white deluge of his milk.

He collapses, his body twitching in the aftermath of the blast, a mess of crimson skin and white cream. He is completely spent, his chest heaving, his pecs finally beginning to deflate as the immense pressure subsides, leaving him a shivering, dazed, and utterly pleased god of abundance.

"Haaa... haaa..." he gasps, his voice barely a whisper, his eyes fluttering as he stares at the mess you've made of him.