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Saman is a smalltime streamer looking to grow (his viewership). A new ARG gives his chat some surprising powers.
Saman sat down in front of his computer and fired up the usual programs he used when streaming. He took a quick glance at the window on the side that showed him what his webcam was seeing. It was always strange seeing himself on his own monitor, but he had mostly gotten used to it.
Saman used the webcam stream like a mirror and made sure he looked good for his fans in the chat. The video framed his upper body nicely. His t-shirt clung to his lean, lithe body, accentuating his slender build and firm pecs, and the white of his shirt contrasted nicely against his dark skin. His curly hair hung low enough in his face that he had to pull it aside to keep it out of his eyes, but with that little detail dealt with, everything looked good. The stream seemed to be picking up his current game, and the webcam feed was neatly tucked away in a smaller window in the bottom right of the stream.
It didnβt take long for the first few audience members to trickle in. Saman saw the alerts and immediately smiled and waved into the webcam.
βHey guys. Welcome to todayβs stream. Iβm just wrapping up some dailies, but I was hoping to start a new game today. If you have any requests, Iβm all ears,β he said.
The recommendations began to flood in as more and more people joined the chat. Saman was a little surprised. He was not what he would consider a Big Name in the biz. He had a small handful of regulars and occasionally, when he was streaming whatever the hot, new game was at the time, heβd get a few new people to wander in, but this seemed like a lot. He wasnβt even playing one of the popular games.
βOh, wow. Heβs cute!β one of the new arrivals typed.
βYeah. The thumbnail doesnβt do him justice,β another typed.
βI wonder if heβd be down toβ¦ you knowβ¦β another said.
βThanks for the compliments, butβ¦ I dunno what you are thinking, but there are rules on how much skin I can show on screen,β Saman said with a nervous chuckle. His face was turning slightly darker as the blood rushed to his cheeks. However, the chat was quick to change the subject.
βHave you tried the new ARG?β one of the new people typed.
βARG? As in, Augmented Reality? Iβm not sure that would be good for a stream. After all, those typically have elements outside the game itself,β Saman said.
βYeah, but the new one has chat features. Everyone here can chime in,β the person said.
βHuhβ¦ wellβ¦ Iβm curious. Whatβs it called, and whatβs it about?β Saman asked.
βHypertropic,β the person typed.
βHuhβ¦ not heard that oneβ¦ letβs see if I can find it on Steam or something,β Saman said, but before he could even open the storefront, he got an alert from the stream. He had been sent a gift!
Saman clicked the notification, and a message popped up alerting him that one of the new audience members had sent him an access key. He clicked the link to claim the key and was led to another page that laid out the basics of the program he was seeking to download.
Saman scanned the info sheet. It looked like the program itself wasnβt so much a game as it was a stat editor. There were some basic parameters like height, weight, and muscle mass. There was even a chest slider as well as a few other sliders for things like butt and bulge and even penis and ball size. Samanβs already flushed face burned even darker. He quickly checked the boxes next to those sliders that said βhideβ.
As he clicked the accept button, a small pop up showed on his screen. βYou have selected to hide changes. The subject will be unaware of any edits made to these parameters,β it read.
Saman scratched his head at this. The wording was vague. He wasnβt sure what it meant by βthe subjectβ or why said subject would be aware of registry edits in the first place. Whatever the case, he didnβt feel like it applied to him, and he had a bustling chat waiting on him to finish. He clicked the accept button which caused the program to promptly shut down.
Samanβs screen went black for a moment. It was only a second, but when his monitor flashed back to life, he had this strange feeling that something had happened β something major, but he wasnβt sure what. All he knew was that he had a window open a second ago that wasnβt there now.
βRight. Be thinking of any games youβd like to see. Iβve got a list up on my About page that shows which ones I have but have not started yet,β Saman said to the chat.
βARG?β one of the people in the chat typed.
βI donβt have any of those,β Saman replied.
βWaitβ¦ do you think he set the changes to hidden?β one person asked.
βIt sure looks that way. I can still see his stats on my window,β another said.
βBut he canβt tell what weβre changing?β another asked.
Saman glanced at the chat. He could see the words. He could maybe even read the words, but he couldnβt comprehend the words. He had this haze on his brain as he looked at some of the words in the sentences. The letters didnβt register as concepts.
βDo you think he set theβ¦β
βI can still see the β¦ on my windowβ
βCanβt he tell what weβreβ¦β
As Saman tried to clear his head, a chime rang out from his chat denoting that a poll had begun. He could see that there were several options, but he couldnβt see what the options were. It was odd that they would hide a poll from the streamer, but perhaps it was a new feature. Perhaps they wanted it to be a surprise. Perhaps they didnβt want the streamer to be able to sway the vote. Whatever the case, it was out of his hands.
Another chime from the chat. Saman glanced over and saw the results from the poll. The overwhelming majority of votes were for βchestβ, but he had no idea what that was referring to. None of the games he had on his list had anything to do with chests.
βHave you all decided on which game we are doing next?β Saman asked.
The chat was abuzz, but none of them seemed to be suggesting a game. They were all spamming β+1β. Saman cocked an eyebrow questioningly. Was this a new meme? Was this the next βF in chatβ? Whatever the case, it didnβt seem directly related to his question, so he went back to wrapping up his daily quests. However, as he tried to focus on his game, he started to feel his shirt digging into his chest.
Saman winced as he felt the fabric clinging to his torso. He had picked a shirt that was a bit tight to showcase his pecs, but for some reason, his shirt was now so tight that it practically hurt.
Saman glanced down at his chest and gasped at what he saw. His pecs had grown! Or⦠were they pecs? The realization that his chest was larger than before hit his brain and then immediately dispersed. Instead of worrying about the change, he found himself admiring how round and shapely his tits looked.
They were tits. Of course they were tits.
Saman had a slight bit of muscle to him, but the sculpted mounds on his chest were mostly fat and mammary glands. It wasnβt impossible for guys to have breasts like this. It was rare β especially for a guy to have a set of big naturals like these, but he was hardly unique in this regard. Still, the chat seemed to be going wild over them.
βDude! Look at his rack!β
βWoah! Heβs got jugs!β
βThose are nice!β
βBigger! Letβs make them bigger!β
βLose the shirt!β
βYeah! Strip! Strip!β
Saman rolled his eyes and smirked at the chat. βOk. Ok. Calm down. I know they are nice, but itβs against the rules to show tits on stream,β Saman said.
βOnly for girls!β one viewer said.
βYeah. Itβs fine for guys!β another said.
βStill not doing it,β Saman replied with a laugh.
This response was met with a lot of flack from the chat. There were plenty of βboo!βs or βawwwβs, but what really caught Samanβs attention was the flurry of β+1βs.
Saman once more cocked an eyebrow questioningly at this, but his look of curiosity quickly gave way to a wince of pain. His shirt hurt. How was it so tight? Why was it so tight? How had he even gotten into the damn thing? It didnβt make sense!
Saman let out a groan of discomfort which gave way to a grunt of pain which gave way to a sigh of relief as the front of his shirt split open from the force of the swelling mass contained within. In an instant, Samanβs shirt shredded, and his massive tits flopped loose.
Saman stared in shock at his own huge rack. Was it always this huge? Of course it was, but he shouldnβt be showing them off. It wasnβt that kind of stream!
Saman wrapped his arms around his huge jugs and pulled them close to his chest. The soft masses squished in his grasp and spilled over his arms. He was still indecent, but at least the nips were covered.
βHey, guys. I think weβre having some technical difficulties. Iβll be right back,β Saman said.
βActuallyβ¦ give me a secβ¦β one of the users typed.
Saman was about to get up to grab a new shirt, but before he left, he caught a glimpse of something that made him pause. That last userβs name briefly turned green before reverting back to the default black. That was odd. Green usually denotes an admin, and Saman did not have any mods other than himself in the chat. Was this guy a site admin? However, before Saman could think about it too long, he received a new pop up on his screen.
βNew TOS update. Showing skin is not only allowed but encouraged.β
Saman chuckled to himself as he saw this. That was cute, but that didnβt mean he should just whip his tits out for his audience. However, even as he thought this, he could see another poll quickly getting tallied. When the poll finished, there was a tie for first place. The two winners were βexhibitionistβ and βhornyβ.
βOkβ¦ Thatβs a new oneβ¦β Saman said as he read the poll results. However, before he could ask the chat what they were voting for, the memory of seeing the poll faded from his mind. He shook his head trying to clear the fog from his brain and remember what it was he had just seen, but by the time he had shaken the cobwebs, the poll had fully vanished and the chat was once more spamming β+1β.
Samanβs arms were getting tired. Holding his huge rack was exhausting, and it was also unnecessary. It wasnβt like he was shy about his tits. After all, the audience knew about them when they came in. Samanβs enormous tits were probably why most of the audience had decided to tune in, and if youβve got βem, flaunt βem.
βOk. Fine, fine. You win,β Saman said with a laugh.
He got up from his seat and let out a sigh of relief as he let go of his hefty rack and let his enormous tits swing free for his adoring audience. Samanβs arms were so tired by this point that he was glad to no longer be hefting his jugs, and judging by the spam of fire emojis erupting from his chat, it seemed like his audience was glad to see him letting the boys out as well.
Saman took a moment to admire his large, full breasts. Either tit was the size of a basketball. They felt so soft and heavy in his hands that he couldnβt stop himself from squeezing and groping them in front of everyone on stream.
This was lewd. This was stupid. This was hot as hell!
Some part in the back of his mind was telling him to cover up. This surely would not be allowed. Even if he could make the argument that letting his tits out was fine, surely playing with them on stream was a no-noβ¦ and yetβ¦ the chat was erupting in cheers. Plenty of him were calling for him to go all in β or all βoutβ as it were.
Well⦠no sense edging them any longer at this point. He already had his tits out. Why not go the Full Monty?
He let go of his tits, allowing them to swing heavily from the front of his chest once more. They felt so full⦠so huge⦠so heavy, but they had always been heavy, right? They had been this large for ages, right? Whatever the case, he had other matters to attend to.
Saman hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and shimmied them down his thighs. His already rock hard, pre-dribbling cock spilled into view. The chat erupted into cheers once more. A stream of eggplant emojis flew forth from the chat, but most people seemed to still be focused on his tits, and could you blame them? Samanβs cock was so average, but his rack was enormous!
Saman once more began to grab and grope his massive tits. Saman couldnβt believe he was doing this in front of a live audience, and yetβ¦ this couldnβt have been the first time. His stream was flagged adult. Only those who wanted to see this could even get here. He had a reputation of putting on a show for his fans, and he intended to live up to the hypeβ¦ and the fact that teasing his swelling tits felt so good was just a bonus.
Saman balked for a second. Swelling? What was that about swelling?
He glanced down at his massive jugs. Itβs a good thing that they werenβt swelling. Either one was the size of a prize pumpkin. They were so huge that he could barely wrap his arms around them. If he let go of them, they would hang so low that they would completely cover his cock!
Another chime. Another poll. Saman glanced over just in time to see the results. βCock and Ballsβ. Almost immediately the chat devolved into a spam of β+1βs.
Saman rolled his eyes at this. βI get it. You all love my cock. I mean, itβs big, but nowhere near as impressive as my rack, right?β He said with a laugh. As he said this, he tried to shift so that the cam could get a good look at his cock and balls. His puffy head of his rigid shaft was buried into the soft, supple flesh of his tits making it hard to see just how huge his cock really was, but judging by how thick it was, it had to be huge. His cock was thicker than his neck. His nuts were each the size of soccer balls.
Another chime. Another poll. This was a simple Yes or No prompt, and the question was just βpaizuriβ? The votes were overwhelmingly in favor of Yes.
Saman laughed and flashed a playful wink for his audience. You really want to see that? I mean. I guess itβs not hard for me to do it to myself,β he said. As he did so he adjusted his grip on his jugs, letting them swing to the side and reveal his enormous cock which now stood rock hard directly between his massive tits. His cock was now nearly as thick as his waist. His massive, pumpkin-sized stones hung heavily in their sack. The head of his cock nearly slapped him in the face. In fact, had his cleavage not been shoving his dick slightly forward, the tip of his dick would have been smearing pre across his chin.
Saman squeezed his arms around his fat tits. They were so huge that he couldnβt even wrap his arms all the way around them. The best he could do was grab the sides and press them together, but that was enough. He let the motion of his hips handle the rest.
As Saman rocked his hips, his massive cock slid back and forth between his enormous tits. It felt so good. His soft, supple, heavy tits squeezed tightly around his massive cock. He couldnβt believe he had never tried this before. After all, he had had these tits and this massive cock for ages now, right?
But as he tried to recall, the memories were hazy and disjointed. He felt like his brain was buffering. He felt like his memories were slowly loading in.
Of course he had done this before. He did it often β especially while on stream like this. His chat loved it!
Another chime. Another poll. Another chime. Another poll. They were coming fast.
βIncrease pre? Y/Nβ Yes!
βIncrease horniness?β Yes!β
βAdd milk?β Yes!!
As Saman continued to grab and grip his tits, he could feel the flow of pre ramping up. His cock was quickly laminated in the stuff. The thick, syrupy layer that now coated his cock caused it to slide even more smoothly between his enormous tits.
As he continued to rock his hips and grind his cock between his two massive jugs, his hands drifted towards his dribbling nipples. They were so thick that he could wrap his hands around them as easily as he could a Coke can. They felt so right in his hands, and as he squeezed and stroked them, warm sprays of sweet milk sprayed forth.
He felt like he was reaching his limit. He felt like he was getting close to cumming. His cock bucked and lurched, causing pre to arc through the air. With each flex and tense of his cock, with each squeeze of his tender nips, a spray of milk spurted from his tits.Β It felt so good. It felt like his tits were cumming!
Samanβs eyes fluttered. He was on the verge of fully surrendering himself to the orgasmic bliss that was building in the base of his cock, but as his eyes drifted in and out of focus, he caught sight of an alert on his screen.
βFree edit mode enabled.β
Saman had no idea what that meant. What were they editing? He could not remember. Nor did he have the mental bandwidth to try and figure it out. He just wanted to cum and grow and grow and cum.
Grow� What an odd thought. Why would he even think that?
But as quickly as the thought entered his mind, it just as quickly vanished.
Meanwhile the chat was erupting. Emojis were firing off so fast that instead of a swarm of fire emojis, it looked like a solid, writhing tendril of flames erupting from the side of the chat box. Alongside the roaring blaze of fire emojis was a torrent of eggplant and milk emojis that were coming in so fast that it looked like a monsoon.
The chat was getting more erratic. Things had reached a fever pitch. Not only had free edit mode been enabled, but those who were typing commands were so into it that they had stopped even trying to pretend to have restraint.
βCock + 5!β
βBreasts + 4!β
βBalls + 9!β
Saman stepped awkwardly forward. His nuts were so huge that the sheer weight from them resting against his feet and shins was causing his feet to fall asleep, but he had dealt with this enough to know a quick fix. He shifted from side to side as he wobbled forward. His gigantic tits scraped along the ground on either side as he did so, but soon, he was comfortably seated atop his own swelling sack. It was surprisingly comfortable. His nuts were just so massive that the rest of his body didnβt weigh enough to hurt, and since his tits rested solidly on the ground, he didnβt even have to worry about the weight of those either.
βCock + 3!β
βBreasts + 10!β
βSensitivity max!β
Saman moaned and slumped forward. He did not have the energy to try and stroke his cock anymore. The thing was wider than he was. It was so huge that had it been standing fully upright, it would have smashed into his ceiling, and his tits were so huge that they rested on the ground on either side of him. He barely looked like he even had a body. The view from the webcam showed an enormous battering ram of a cock sticking out between two colossal tits that were each the size of a smart car, and behind him, was a pair of nuts that were every bit as huge as his tits.
Meanwhile, the chat had gone eerily quiet. They were all watching with bated breath as Saman writhed and moaned. His monolithic cock bucked and lurched. Milk sprayed from his massive tits. His colossal nuts tensed visibly in their sack. It was clear he was about to cum. Saman wanted to make it last longer, but he knew he was fighting a losing battle.
Samanβs back arched. His entire body tensed. There was a pause that seemed to go on for ages as everyone watched and waited for Samanβs release. Then the dam burst.
Saman cried out as a massive burst of jizz erupted from his colossal cock. The spray of milk from his oversized mammaries ramped up into a steady stream. His room and his equipment was quickly getting drenched in his various fluids.
Samanβs monitor was completely drenched in jizz. It was so coated that he couldnβt hope to read the chat. Meanwhile, the chat was similarly blinded by cum and milk.
βI canβt see shit!β
βThat was hot but clear the screen!β
βClean up, aisle sex!β
βI want to see!β
βFine. Fine. I have an idea,β the user from earlier said. Once more, his name flashed green. A familiar chime rang out indicating another poll, but this time, the results were not seen by anyone in chat, let alone Saman himself.
Saman gasped for breath. Cum was still flowing from his cock. Milk was still spurting from his tits, but the stream was clear.
Of course, it was. He had done this enough that he knew to use waterproof equipment. He knew to set up safeguards in advance so that his lurching, panel-van-sized cock didnβt knock over any equipment, and he had a full industrial apparatus set up to catch his cum and milk.
Saman continued to writhe and moan and cry and gasp for air as his entire body was wracked with mind blowing, orgasmic climax after orgasmic climax. As he writhed and moaned, as his cock lurched and cum spurted, the pumps on his nips and cock sucked up the fluids and safely stored them in massive vats in the back of the room.
While Saman continued to cum and moan and moan and cum, the chat was once more abuzz with activity.
βOh! Nice save!β
βNo muss, no fuss!β
βI kinda miss the mess, lol!β
βThink we can break the tanks?β
βCall that an overflow error!β
βCock + 5!β
βBalls + 20!β
βDude. Thatβs so much!β
βBalls + 20!β
βCock + 20!β
βTits + 10!β
Saman was wracked by a surge of orgasmic bliss that short circuited his brain. He was already beyond blissed out, but suddenly he lost the ability to even see or hear. All he could do was moan and writhe and cum and spurt. Everything faded to white. Even the sounds in his ears faded to a dull whine. All he could feel was the bliss of cumming.
He had no idea how many times he had cum. He had no idea how long he had been spurting. All he knew was that eventually, the torrent of jizz and milk tapered off until they stopped altogether.
Saman drifted between groggy consciousness and post-orgasm stupor. Yet despite his exhaustion, despite the intensity of the afterglow, he couldnβt shake the sensation that something was fundamentally different.
He was more erognious zone than man at this point. His colossal tits were each the size of Humvee. They were so wide and so soft that he could have lain facedown atop even just one of them and had plenty of room to spread out, but of course, he had other body parts that would have gotten in the way if he tried. For starters, his nuts that he was reclining atop were both the size of a small house. The combined mass of his massive nuts made his sack as large as a municipal water tank. His massive, softening cock was the size of a freight car. It was so huge that there was no way he could straddle it. Rather, he was perched atop it!
Samanβs head was swimming. He was delirious from the orgasm and overwhelmed by the afterglow, but there was more to it than that. Despite how much he had just cum, he didnβt feel fully drainedβ¦ but of course, that was normal. Thatβs why he was kept hooked to the pumps, after all.
Samanβs cock still had a pump clamped to the tip. A steady stream of jizz was being siphoned off even though Samanβs cock was no longer rock hard. His colossal balls were just so full of spunk that he never fully got ahead of it. Even his massive tits were so full of milk that they never fully stopped leaking. Thatβs why he had these devices. Thatβs why he lived in this massive warehouse. After all, thereβs no way his cock and balls would fit in an apartment or anything like that. Saman couldnβt even fathom what it would be to live in such a place. He had been so huge for so long that he couldnβt even conceive of a βnormalβ life.
As Saman hovered between afterglow and unconsciousness, his gaze drifted towards the chat once more. The chat was still abuzz with a flurry of body parts and modifiers. Samanβs tried to wrap his head around what they meant, but he was too blissed out to focus. All he could do was moan as he felt his semi-boned cock swell beneath him. However, the chatter came to an abrupt stop when the name from earlier flashed green once more as the user activated their admin powers.
Another alert briefly flashed onto the screen. It vanished so quickly that Saman wasnβt even sure he saw what he thought he saw.
βPublic editing: Offβ
βSize scaling: Lockedβ
βWarning: this will lock in current sizes. Proceed? Y/Nβ
Yes.
βTemplate saved as default. Prior defaults deleted.β
Saman felt a wave of something wash over him. He wasnβt sure what it was or what it signified, but there was a sense of finality that was equal parts exciting and soothing.
Saman groggily eyed the streaming feed. There was no video game streaming anymore. The webcam feed now took over the entire stream. Saman and his colossal cock and balls and massive tits filled the screen and then some.
As Saman watched the stream, he noticed that the video was shifting, but this was normal. His warehouse had a full CCTV system. There were several cameras all over the massive, cavernous factory-like floor so that his fans could admire his cock and balls and jugs from every possible angle. The stream tended to cycle through them, but there was a separate site devoted to allowing people to pick the camera of their choice.
Saman chuckled groggily at the image. He looked so huge on the screen, but a lot of that was because his gaming monitor was massive. It was less a monitor and more a movie screen. The screen covered the entire wall, but it wasnβt like Saman could use a normal computer monitor. His cock and balls and tits were so huge that the mounting arm for such a monitor would be impractical. He just didnβt have room in here for furniture. His tits and cock and balls filled up every inch of his warehouse, and the small spaces in the room that werenβt flooded with erogenous flesh were devoted to massive vats which housed his constant flow of cum and milks.
No matter how many times he saw it, it still felt surreal. It was as if some part of his brain was shouting that this was physically impossible. This could not be real, but of course it was real. He was living it right now, and he had memories of growing up and growing into his current endowments.
Saman reached over and grabbed his keyboard and mouse. He was amazed that they had managed to stay perched atop his tit even during all those shudders that coursed through his body while he was cumming, but he had done this enough that he had gotten good at placing his peripheries where it wouldnβt be knocked loose.
βHey, everyone. I would say sorry for cumming on stream like that, but I feel like most of you came here just to see that,β Saman said groggily into the camera.
There were cheers from the chat in response.
Saman smiled. It was fun to joke about how much he came, and he was sure that a lot of his fans were there just to see that, but he had a stream to put on β a gaming stream. After all, he wasnβt just a huge set of cock and tits. His condition made it so he couldnβt leave this airplane-hangar-sized bottling factory. As such, he had spent A Lot of time gaming, and over the countless hours, he had gotten good at it β Very good at it. Β
βI see a lot of new names here today. Please remember to like and subscribe. Iβm always looking to grow,β Saman said.
He meant to say βgrow my followingβ, but in the moment saying just βgrowβ felt right. Saman had no idea why he felt that way. It didnβt really matter, though.
As Saman thought about this, he noticed the chat in a tizzy once more. Something about what he said had struck a chord.
βWe should do a stretch goal!β
βOh! If we get him a big enough following, maybe heβll turn on the ARG again!β
βLetβs make him the biggest streamer!β
Saman laughed as he read the chat. βYeah. Letβs make me the very biggest,β he said and gave a playful wink to the camera.
Yep, that's my dream. Having a horny man on my lap who everytime he cums, his chest swells into tits, and they grow bigger and fatter.
His nipples swell, he can't stop moaning because it feels so good, his cock is about to burst out of his pants. He's sobbing, his tits feel funny, his nipples tingle so much, he wants them to be squeezed and pulled.
He's going crazy, he's even dreaming about growing a fat pussy so he can squirt while someone drinks from his milky tits.
His enormous fat tits won't stop growing and they rip his shirt, but he loves it. He wants more, make him cum more.
Fuck him more, or he'll use you as his personal dildo just to get his tits bigger and fatter. So fucking big they're threatening to crush the walls of the room.
Everyone will see his glorious and beautiful tits.
"massage therapist" that tells me i AM right, my huge tits ARE causing my back pain. and the only solution is for me to lay on the massage table and let them cover my tits in a cream that makes them warm and tingly and struggle not to moan from the pleasure as theyβre massaged and kneaded and groped, nipples pinched and twisted and tugged on until iβm cumming in my pants all over the massage table. and - is it just me or does my shirt feel a little tighter after that? i guess itβs nothing to worry about, i still have plenty of treatments left after all
"Oh my GAWD!!!" Olive squealed as she felt the input of the reality remote hit her as a flash of euphoric heat flooded her. Her mind grew fuzzy as a second flash of heat hit the thin, flat woman, making her flop backwards onto her bed.
Then, the third flash of brain-melting ecstatic heat filled her. Olive's eyes rocketed back into her head as her shirt and jeans felt tight. The pleasure was too intense for the bespectacled genius that she was oblivious to her breasts and ass swelling with each blast of reality warping that crashed over her. Olive gave out a wordless scream of bliss as her ballooning breasts broke her bra and popped off every button on her plaid shirt. The next orgasmic explosion of growth hit Olive as her asscheeks swelled until her pants burst at the seams.
"Oh my GAWD!!! THIS FEELS SHOOO GOOD!!!" Olive howled as she buried her own face under her tits. She was entirely oblivious to the fact that her reality remote was still active and charging up the next blast of body expanding energy.
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Ughhh (β *β οΉβ *β ;β ) I just want my boobs to swell up and absolutely wreck my shirt and bra so the only way I can cover myself is with my hands but they just get even larger and mass amounts of cleavage spills over my hands but suddenly my hands aren't even enough to hold my gigantic jiggling breasts back. My boobs bounce and jiggle with every breath and then I feel something leaking from my puffed up nipples and it feels so good. An egregious amount of milk just squirts from my giant breasts getting everywhere including myself fully soaking my clothes with milk making them stick to every curve of my body and borderline see through β‘β Λβ κ°β α΅β ΰΌβ α΅β β β κ±
"Hey guys just a quick vid. Week 14 on Damsel. I'm starting to freak out because I'm outgrowing everything FAST. Like on one hand I'm glad my girlfriend, Alexis, came out and told me she loves big boobs but I'm starting to feel like this is getting out of hand. She's kind of a spoiled girl already so I'm wondering if I should enable her this much. Alexis is a total brat. Rich parents who give her all the money she could want. No job. She sits home masturbating all day and brags about it like a total spoiled princess. Doesn't have to lift a finger to help out at home and her parents very openly enable her.
She randomly commented on a video I did saying she lives in my town and thought I was really pretty. I thought it might be a scam but she was SO needy. Like, it was adorably pathetic. She kept messaging me saying how badly she wanted to kiss me and touch me and eat me out. I decided to humor her and OMG she's so gorgeous. Like I melted when I saw her face to face. She eyed me up and down and blushed. As we sat for coffee she asked me in a really needy voice if she was 'allowed to touch herself' as we spoke. I said no but she could grind her seat.
"No!?" she squeaked, and started grinding immediately. "But I need to touch myself so bad.... you're so pretty...." in just the dreamiest voice, fully unable to control herself.
I went along with her very openly sexual behavior and soon enough she confessed how addicted she was to looking at big tits. Since she's a needy spoiled brat I agreed to take Damsel. Only problem is.... the bigger my boobs get the hornier it makes and and the more she wants me to grow them out. I'm screwed, aren't I? This dopey, girl-crazy princess is gonna make my keep overinflating my tits until they're so big I can hardly carry them. I feel like such an idiot but part of me is happy I'm doing this for her...
She makes it so easy. When she writhes against me, suckling on my breasts, making her little gasps and moans as I start touching her sex, rubbing it until she squirts all over our bed.... Then we grind together, scissor, hump each other, kiss for hours, pressed as close as we can get. We lie together covered in our sweat and juices, falling to sleep every night. I think I'll keep growing my breasts as big as Alexis wants if it means we can keep this going so intensely. And if she wants to show off the huge breasts she's coercing me to grow at the beach or pool.... I hope everyone enjoys the show. Knowing Alexis is the reason they're so big as she giddily plays with them and stares at them whenever we go out makes me feel as spoiled and needy as she is. β€οΈ"
When I first heard the news that my college had worked out a deal to conduct a sponsored hucow drug trial, I thought surely it couldn't be true! I mean, how could they? Everyone knows about the side effects such drugs have on one's mind. But then I heard it was for a new drug in the works, one that reportedly had no such effects. And I mean, I couldn't quite believe it. But as much as I looked into it, scouring over the published and peer reviewed papers, they all said the same thing. Every subject reported no change in personality and said results were verified independently.
No change in the subjects personality...
What little doubts I had left about the trial vanished after seeing the financial bonus as well as the long list of benefits I'd be provided while on campus. I mean, they were offering everything they possibly could! A paid personal tutor, free textbooks, they outright promised that I would be guaranteed to pass all my classes! Plus, I'd finally grow a real pair of boobs and not be so flat. Not that I'm insecure about that...
No change in the subjects personality...
Of course, no change in personality doesn't mean there's no mental changes at all. There was no mention of the continued and sometimes even worsened cognitive decline in test subjects. A little lie by omission. After all, one can continue to act like a studious, know-it-all bookworm even while being dumb as bricks and wholly oblivious to the fact. At least I was still guaranteed to pass all my classes, even if they aren't exactly college level anymore...
Had you any presence of mind at all after the drug had run its course, you might have been able to figure out that the trial wasn't really for the drug at all. Hucow drugs were fairly established medical fact by that point; the science on the drug itself was considered finished. The true nature of the trial, buried in fine print, was to test something they referred to as "Lactoferric Bovid Anxiety-Related Production Modifiers." The old adage, of course, is that happy cows make better milk and more of it. The question now on the scientists' mind is if that extends to hucows as well. You had read something online years ago about a dairy in Europe using virtual reality to reduce the anxiety of cows trapped inside during the long, cold winters. This was, at its core, a test of the same thing. The transition from human to hucow can be... distressing. Even for those that lose nearly all their intelligence, the pure, hucow lifestyle can be such a jarring change that those hucows can become anxious and resist their transformation. These scientists had, what they thought, a way to combat that.
A few months into the trial and you had yet to realize anything was amiss. You were getting everything you wanted and more. Your breasts had swollen into their gigantic size (your breasts were measured once a week and, despite being told their exact measurements, you could never quite seem to remember what it was) and your academics had never been better! Schoolwork had come easy for a bookworm like you but this was on another level. You couldn't believe how easy the tests seemed now, which only bolstered your confidence. Even questions that, during the exam, had left you scratching your head and resting your udders on the desk to get a better look at the text always came back with near perfect scores. You couldn't even really remember who this Julia Cece person was (though they had misspelled her name terribly on the test sheet) or what happened when you put two numbers on top of each other, your raw talent and instinct carried you through, scoring in the top of your class. The lecture hall, such as it was, didn't look like your old ones and the teacher rarely, if ever, used the chalkboard, but you clearly must be learning something.
Your milk was a second source of pride for you. You were so relaxed, so confident, that the milk flowed freely and easily. Every day, you seemed to set new records for how much milk you were making, and the scientists collecting it really did seem surprised. Just another thing to boost your confidence. You never had many friends which did leave you a bit sad you didn't have anyone to share your triumphs with, but it was okay! Everyone was soooo friendly and they just let you talk and moo all day long, even while they were measuring you and milking you and examining your body. You were funny, too. Clearly, since you'd say something and the scientists would laugh and that'd make you laugh, too.
When you had the mental bandwidth to think on it, you actually did find it a little funny. They had promised no personality changes, but you were more confident and more outgoing than ever. Before the trial, you never would have imagined being on your knees in front of a group of people, moaning while you get groped and examined. Okay, maybe you had imagined it once or twice, but you never thought it would actually happen! And now it happened almost every day! You shook your head with undue condescension and flipped the page in your 'textbook', studying the pretty pictures. You were sure they'd be disappointed in the results, but you had a duty to tell them. For science.
If you had a horny ghost haunting you, and it was obsessed with your tits, what would you do?
Oh lord. Uh, I guess I'll be getting groped by a ghost. Maybe I walked past a cemetery, and suddenly, I've got hands constantly squeezing and kneading my tits. Doesn't matter if I'm im public or not, I can feel the full outline of hands underneath my shirt. My poor nipples always getting pinched and rubbed through the day. I'm constantly horny because of the constant stimulation.
I get home thinking it'll be okay I can at least make noise here. And then the hands start tugging on my nipples. Tugging- going from Arreola to nipple and over and over. And it doesn't stop after months. I've practically perfected keeping a straight face while my briefs are soaking wet from my own arousel. If this keeps up another month I'd be able to cum with only a mild facial twitch.
Then it happens.
My nipples end up wet in the morning after a night of sleep and then when my nipples get pulled at home I start leaking beads of milk on the floor. Oh no-! And the hands seemed to stop yanking them constantly at home. Making my nipples spray milk when I was in the shower. Or when I'd come home and they'd immediately start before slowly calming down.
My chest gets bigger and bigger under the constant stimulation and near round the clock milking based on my ghosts decision. My chest audibly sloshed now whenever I moved too quickly. My nipples now a fat set of teats from the milking and playing of them. I spray thick, heavy streams of breast milk now.
Then I'm talking to this guy- not about much he's flirting and I'm trying to brush him off. But it's a public place, so I'm not exactly ready when the hands aburptly yank my nipples to milk me. I grit my teeth and my shirts wet. The next yank and my nipples are spraying thick streams right out of my shirt- the guy actually gets some on his- and I'm mortified. I apologize and run because what the hell else do you do in that situation!?
My shirts soaked in breast milk and the hands are gently bouncing my heaving tits up and down, making more milk drip out of my engorged fat nipples. An audible slosh sounding with every soft motion of my tits.
... Was this damn ghost the jealous type? They can't be serious! They give me the fattest milky rack and eye catching nipples and get mad when people want to try them out!?
I can only curse the air blue when the hands squeeze my nipples and finally start milking me proper.
Fairy godmother? No, I said I'm your dairy godmother! I can grant you any milk related wish! Like those little tits can become full beautiful udders! Hm, you think they're already pretty big? Don't be silly, let me show you just how pretty I can make them!
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Need a cow with udders and teats so big that I can use her nipple like a dildo, feeling it fill me up both in terms of stretching me out and bloating me up with milk~
Correct! Its so slept on with huge udders to ignore using them to fuck a cutie until their tummy is swelling from all the milk.
And the fact even when I wouldn't be using my tits as the fuck toys they were meant to be, everyone could still tell at a glance how obscene and naughty my nips are, that they are made to be fucked, jacked off, and milked
Bulging out of every bra you dare to squeeze them in.
Getting hard and throbbing and even the slightest provocation.
A clear sign, beyond the sheer enormity of your tits, that your nipples are both meant to be teased and toyed with at all times.
God, I just want to lay one over my face and feel how big it is. I want to worship it with my lips and my tongue. I want to tease it and tantalize it, listening to you whimper and squirm and moo. I want to feel all that milk running over my face until I open my jaw as wide as it'll go and deep throat your thick, throbbing nipple. I want to feel it in the back of my throat, massaging it with each desperate swallow. I want to bob my head up and down on it until my entire world is just the massive, leaking nipple inside my mouth.
Exactly right
The feeling of an eager mouth sucking down my teat, its full length almost throbbing in someones mouth while they milk me for what I am worth.
I'd be so wet just from that, and getting your hands over my other massive tit, to milk my other nipple like the milk pump it is.
And everyone who is around me would know thats what my tits are for, you can't be that huge without wanting everyone to have a taste
Georgia had been upset to just receive a suitcase from her godmother's rather large estate. More importantly, she was even more upset that the suitcase only contained clothes, clothes that were so huge and big she could swim in them. "I can't believe she thought I was as huge as she was!" Georgia grumbled as she held up a silk top that could almost double as a bedsheet. "Sybil knew I struggled with being tiny and my body image! So this has to be some kind of a joke." As she threw the top over her shoulder, a small envelope fell at her feet.
"What the?" Georgia muttered as she quickly picked up the letter.
Dearest Georgia,
I understand if you think that all I have left you is worthless. But trust in your godmother. Each garment and article of clothing has a potent spell woven into the fabric. They will transform you and your life all you have to do is wear them for twenty-four hours.
Yours eternally
Sybil
The letter left Georgia confused and curious in equal measure. "Magic can't be real... but Sybil was the biggest woman I've ever known..." Georgia mused aloud as she looked down at her tiny bee-stings before turning her gaze back to the massive silk blouse stretching across her couch.
The moment she slipped into the top, Georgia felt a strange warmth wash over her. It wasn't like anything she ever felt before and seemed to settle deep within her body. "Well... T-this is certainly weird." Georgia muttered to herself as she swayed in the oversized garment. "But... if Sybil said to wait twenty-four hours, I'll wait twenty-four hours."
The warmth within grew as the days passed, making it harder for Georgia to focus on anything as she rested on her bed as her mind grew foggy. Before long, Georgia instinctively reached up and massaged her chest, whimpering at how tender and sensitive they felt as the heat within her surged, and she fell into a deep trance.
By the time she woke up, the sun was rising, but she could only see the echo of the morning sunlight around the edges of her massive bust. "I... wha-how!?" Georgia gasped out as she threw herself out of bed. She wobbled a bit as she got used to her new body. "Holy shit! Sybil was right! The clothes are magic!!!" Georgia's tiredness leaving her as enthusiasm and excitement filled her mind. "The top still hangs off me, but just one night turned my A Cups to D Cups. I can't imagine just how big I'll become by the time I fill out this blouse!"
A soft smirk danced on Georgia's lips as she swayed back and forth in front of a mirror, ass bouncing and jiggling with every twist as she recorded her latest growth. "Fuck! Sybil was ON to something! My girls are bigger than my head and nnnnnfff~ they're so, so sensitive!" Her eyes fluttered shut as she gave a tender squeeze to her massive melon. "I... I think Im addicted! I should be happy, I've got a perfect pair of EE cup breasts and a fat ass, and I get to enjoy every hungry, lingering gaze of every guy I pass on the street."
But Georgia then turned to the suitcase and saw so many more huge tops, dresses, jeans, and skirts. Her heart quickened, and her face grew flush as she imagined growing bigger, thicker, and more bustier than she ever imagined. "Buuuut.... There's no such thing as too much of a good thing! A-and I had to live my whole life until now flatter then a board and as tiny as a mouse! Why shouldn't I keep going!? Grow and expand until I'm the biggest and most beautiful woman in any room!" Georgia licked her plump lip as she put her phone down and began rummaging through the suitcase. "Yeah! Yeah! I want breasts so big that they break the alphabet and an ass only a pair of magic jeans can cover!" Georgia triumphantly told herself as she quickly applied for leave at her job before diving into the suitcase to search for the biggest pieces she could find.
Once you have udders of certain size it makes sense that draining your stupidly huge milk tanks would drain your brain in equal measure.
I didn't think letting my rapist friend give me tits bigger than blue-ribbon winning watermelons would be a big deal but they get soooooooooo swollen and heavy it's hard to even think, let alone walk... so that means I have to just sit there and take as they try all manner of ways to get me emptied.
They use a classic pump but every now and then they say it's more efficient if they just throat my nipples directly. Sometimes they step all over my aching knockers or pry open my nipples with their hands/arms. Sometime sthey say I'm "clogged up" and need the insides "stirred" and they end up shoving their fat dick sooooooooooooooo deep ~hnnnn
I wanna be mad, I really do, because clearly this has gotten out of hand! But the window of time where I can think clearly and remember how to talk and say things like "I don't want to be your personal milk dispenser anymore" or "I wanna go back to my normal life!" is getting smaller and smaller. (Unlike my chest.)
Cause if I go without being milked, I get soooooooo needy and stupid and start rubbing my fat udders on everything and everyone and beg them to do literally anything they want just help my milk squirt oooooooout please!!! It's so creamy and sweet but it's too much you gotta help me, please help milk my useless tits, please???
And then if people finally give in and help me, I lose hours (lately it's been more like days) to being a cumming, mooing, pleasure drunk cow with tits for brains <3
Every now and then I have about uhm, like twenty minutes (?) before the pressure becomes too much and I can kinda remember wanting this to all stop... why would I want that though?
I can't relate to these princess and maid girl posts because they never talk about the maids mooing or their cute little horns or their swishy tails or the fact that their breasts are about 2/3 the size of their entire body? The princess never demands breast feeding until she's deliriously horny and full, the moo moo maids making her drink beyond that because a good princess finishes her meals? The princess never insists she still has a beautiful, petite chest despite the clear contradictions jiggling right under her head? That she must be able to feel every thread of her lacey, frilly princess bra getting tighter and tighter, snapping as she becomes more like her dedicated servants in figure?
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"For the love of god, just look at them, already! Your neck is going to snap if you try any harder to keep your head up! I wouldn't be wearing something so revealing if I didn't want you to look. You don't seriously believe I'm doing this innocently, do you? You really think I go around like this, showing off all this cleavage, my humongous tits bulging out of my top? I'm wearing it for you! Oh, relax, there's no need to be embarrassed. I know how much you love my titties. I've known for a long time, even before last night. I'm not upset that you liked my thirst trap at 1am. If anything, I was delighted! I thought you were finally getting ready to admit how much you adore these massive, bouncy, sloshy titties.
"I think about you, too, sweet girl. I think about you laying in bed, your pretty face lit up by your phone screen and twisted in pleasure. I think about the little pants and whimpers you make as you stroke yourself, moaning when you scroll to my next picture. I think about how hot it would be if you knew that I was rubbing myself thinking about you, groping and kneading these humongous udders while I think about you worshiping them in every sense. All those times I caught you staring or trying to sneak a passing glance. The way your body tensed up whenever I'd squish them against your back or your face. Fuck, all of it was so good.
"And then I'd get to wondering if you noticed. You must have. You're a smart girl and I can only imagine how many times you've scrolled through my pictures and clips. Did you notice? Did you see? I tried to mix up my outfits, but surely you must have focused in on how much tighter they got over time. Bulging out of bras. Straining straps. My cleavage getting deeper and longer. My tits taking up more and more of my torso. I'm growing. I have been for a while. I wanted to see how long it would take to make you completely and utterly obsessed with me. That's why I want you to look! I've worked so hard to make my boobs even bigger and every extra wobbling, jiggling inch of these mega fucking milkers is just for you. So, come on. Show me how you would do it. You've jerked off to my tits so many times before; now you get to do it right in front of me. I want you to paint these fuckudders white. And then the real fun can begin!"
actively fighting against yor refractory period the moment you realise coming inside me makes my tits bigger. furiously trying to stroke yourself to hardness again or trying to fuck me with a soft, limp, exhausted dick so you can come in me again and make my tits even bigger, over and over again
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