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“Yeah, basically I have both macromastia and overdeveloped, hyperproductive mammary glands. So my boobs are massive, grow a cup size every year and a half, and produce tons of milk. I’m basically the wet dream of every Japanese hentai artist who ever drew a girl that could flood a room just by thinking about it.”

She shifted, and the table wobbled. The motion sent a slow, warm trickle down the inside of her bra; a dark, spreading circle was already forming on the left cup where the fabric had finally given up. She didn’t wipe it. She just smiled, slow and unapologetic, like she’d been waiting for someone to notice.

“They started around fourteen. Normal enough at first—then they just… kept going. Every eighteen months, another full cup. I’m thirty-two now. Do the math. Last measurement the doctor nearly dropped his tape. I stopped buying bras that claim to have ‘support’ years ago. Now I just buy the ones that look like they might survive the week.”

She leaned forward. The table creaked again. Two thick, heavy teardrops of milk rolled over the upper curve of her right breast and disappeared into the valley between them.

“And the milk? That’s the fun part. Hyperproductive means my body doesn’t give a shit whether there’s a baby or not. It just keeps making more. I pump three, four times a day just so I can walk without leaving a trail. Even then I’m leaking by noon. If I skip a session…” She shrugged, and another button strained. “Let’s just say I don’t wear white anymore.”

The guy across from her had stopped pretending to look at the little timer. His eyes were fixed on the wet patch spreading across her blouse, the way the fabric clung to the dark circles of her areolas, the slow, steady drip that had started on the other side now too.

She noticed. Of course she noticed. She sat back a little, deliberately letting the weight of them settle, and watched his throat work.

“Most guys get quiet right about here,” she said, almost kindly. “They start doing the math in their heads—how much is actually in there, what it would feel like if I leaned over their lap and just… let go. Some of them ask if it tastes different. Some of them ask if it ever stops. Spoiler: it doesn’t. It’s been twelve years of this. Twelve years of waking up soaked, of feeling them get heavier every month, of knowing that next year they’re going to be another full size bigger and even hungrier.”

She reached down, casually adjusted one side so the soaked fabric pulled tighter, outlining the thick, swollen nipple that had pushed free of the bra entirely. A thin white stream immediately ran down the underside of the breast and dripped onto her thigh.

“So,” she said, voice low and amused, “your two minutes are almost up. You can either ask the safe questions, or you can ask the real ones. I’m not shy. And I’m definitely not dry.”

Oh, you might not be pregnant, but you will be.

Just look at yourself. Look down at that domed gut as it rises from your middle and rests in your lap. Look at your colossal, heavy tits and feel how they slope off to the sides, leaving your belly to poke out between them. Look at the fat that clings to every inch of your body, not just your tits and your belly but your hips and your ass and your thighs, your arms and your chin and your cheeks. Every inch of your round, soft, heavy body advertises to the world that you're almost painfully fertile.

You're the living embodiment of femininity and fertility, carrying around the kind of body that, a hundred centuries ago, would be carved into stone and worshipped as a goddess. Every wobble that ripples through your figure just cements your place in the ancient, primal pantheon from a time immemorial when the only urge, above all else, was survival of the species.

And the eating is just proof of how ready you are to be pregnant. When you finally do get knocked up, you're going to need to eat. You're growing a baby inside you, after all! And then you're going to need to feed it, your already gargantuan breasts swelling even larger as they engorge with milk, and that'll require even more food. You're already eating so much, making yourself huge, and that's only going to get worse as you grow and grow and grow, so big that stretchmarks arc across your belly, so big that your body is pulling apart at the seams.

So, yes, you're right. You're not pregnant.

The straps weren't going to last much longer and neither was Kim. Flames of arousal and fluster licked at her pink cheeks as her best friends sat on either side of her. Each heavy beat of her heart made her whole body pulse, her breasts inching forward with each one. Her tank top had mostly fit when she put it on that evening but now it was on its last legs. She wanted desperately to get up and go hide in her room, or, at the very least, change, but she couldn't move. She was rooted in place. All she could do was tremble and whimper and grow.

A pair of lips brushed against the left side of Kim's neck, a low chuckle vibrating between them. Michelle let a warm breath waft over Kim's sensitive skin. Down below, somewhere on the other side of the mountain of tit in front of her, Michelle's fingers drummed intentionally against the side of her flustered friend's leg. "Hmm... I don't know, Julie..." Michelle was doing her best to make her voice sensual and sultry and, by god, it was working. Kim let out a strained groan, her eyes fluttering. Michelle pressed on. "You said that she was a grower but... I just don't see it! Are you sure?"

The growing girl in the middle nearly melted into a puddle as Julie leaned in from the other side, resting her arms on Kim's shoulder and letting her own, rather large breasts squish against her upper arm. "What do you mean, Michelle?" She spoke innocently enough, but the way she ground her tits against Kim suggested otherwise.

Michelle leaned in, matching Julie's pose, talking to each other about the busty girl between them as if she weren't in the room. "Well, you said that if we worked together, and gave Kim a good tease, we might see some growing, but we've been at it all night and I just haven't seen it!" Michelle pouted. "I was really hoping to see a flustered cutie grow some absolutely gargantuan tits. Some truly monstrous udders. Some massive, sloshy milkers." With each lewd name, Michelle leaned in a bit closer and Kim tensed, her breasts swelling just a tiny bit larger. After the last one, Michelle leaned back just a little and breathed out a slow sigh. "But, I guess I'm just out of luck."

Too busy dealing with her growing tits, already sitting in her own lap, Kim never saw Julie bite her lip or the arousal that was forming on her face as well. "Oh, but Michelle! Haven't you seen?" Kim let out a yelp, her breasts surging in size, as Julie reached forward and grabbed one of the growing breasts between them. "All you have to look down here and you'll see some of the biggest, most beautiful, and still growing tits that you've ever seen!"

"...g-guys..." Kim had never made a more pathetic sound in her life.

Michelle feigned a gasp, glancing down towards the avalanche of tit spilling off of her friend's chest. "Oh, my goodness! How could I have missed those monstrous udders?! And... fuck me, they are! They're still getting bigger!"

"...g-guysssss..." As Kim squeezed her thighs together, the tits resting on top of them wobbled and sloshed. She was nearing her limit, but she wanted them to stop just as much as she wished they wouldn't.

A small bump was forming through the fabric of Kim's overworked top and Julie didn't hesitate to start making circles around it with her finger. "They're incredible, aren't they? So big and beautiful and round and heavy. God, it just makes you want to do all sorts of things to them, doesn't it? Tease them. Grope them. Squeeze them. Suck on them. Worship them. Bury your entire fucking head between them!"

The two women on either side of Kim started to giggle, but they were cut off by Kim's outcry. "Aaaahnnn~ GUYS! I—" She didn't have time to finish the thought. Her head shot back and another moan rolled out of her. She arched her back and thrust her chest forward. Before their eyes, Kim's tits ballooned outward. They expanded in every direction, growing bigger and heavier by the second.

Without any fanfare, the straps finally gave way and Kim's tits tumbled forward. They spread out under their own weight, covering her lap almost completely. Her nipples, now exposed to the air, quivered and twitched and ached for attention. "F-fuck..." Kim spoke through ragged breaths. "You guys... owe me... a new... shirt..."

The two women looked at each other. They looked down at the astronomically, impossibly huge tits between them. Michelle purred as she leaned in, placing a hand on the tit closest to her and burying her face against the crook of Kim's neck. She could feel the tit pulsing larger under her hand as she kissed her way up the side of Kim's neck, along the edge of her jaw, before nibbling on Kim's earlobe. The busty, growing woman was lost, moaning as she felt Michelle's breath on her ear.

Im a tgirl btw, so keep that in mind :>

The only thing you recognized about Shira was her glasses. The small, timid girl who had been playing video games with you an hour before now towered over you as a woman, confident and curvy. Her pokemon t-shirt laying tatters at her feet and a pair of flannel pants were rippled down the seams, opening space for her wide and feminine hips to bulge out. The clasps of Shira's b-cup bra held on for dear life as a pair of huge, soft tits, laced with delicate veins, bulged out of them. Shira licked her plump lips as she looked down at you, making them shine.

"Oh, sweet girl..." Maternal condescension dripped from her voice. "I told you to lock the door behind me. I tried to—hhmf—warn you~" Condescension turned to sultry seduction. She took a step towards you, effortlessly making her hips sway and her breasts bounce. As she grew closer, more of your view started to be taken up by her breasts. Her eyes shone as she looked at you, desire twinking behind them. She licked her lips once again, this time purring with hunger.

"Mommy has been waiting so long to do this. Shira tried to keep Mommy locked away, tried to keep Mommy a secret." She placed a hand on your chest, taking in a sharp breath that pushed her tits further over the cups of her overworked bra. "But now Mommy is here. And Mommy is going to take good care of her gorgeous girl, okay?"

It wasn't really a question and a firm push forced you back onto the couch. Her knees came to rest on either side of your thighs, straddling you, placing her swollen tits right in front of your face. They're big enough to eclipse Mommy's smirk, but she did it anyway. Slowly, steadily, she arched her back, pulling her shoulders back as she pushed her chest forward. Her tits seemed to grow even larger as they bulged around the tight bra until—Ping!—the clasps finally gave way. The mercifully ruined bra shot out of the way and her breasts bounce free. Mommy gasped as your face slid neatly into her cleavage before letting the breath out in a long, deep moan.

Darkness closed in on you as her breasts squeezed together, her hands pressing them into your cheeks. With your face buried so deep between them, her breasts muffled the moan that burst out of her. One hand moved to the back of your head, stroking it as she held you in place between her tits. Her hips began to roll and writhe and grind against your lap. Warmth spread through her whole body and radiated into you.

After a few moments, Mommy took mercy on you and let you come up for air. Her hand, instead, moved from her tit to grab your wrist and drag it behind her back. Soft flesh bulged against your palm and between your fingers. The deeper she forced your hand against your ass, the louder her moans grew.

"Shira was so cruel to Mommy. Whenever Mommy came out, she was always locked in a room. Nobody to help poor Mommy. Just toys and imagination. Shira likes you. Shira likes you a lot. But Mommy loves you."

Her nipple was stiff already as it pressed against your lips, pushing between them. The warmth and wetness of your mouth made Mommy cry out again. The hand still perched on the back of your head grabbed a handful of your hair and forced you against her tit, once again blocking out the light. Her hips dropped, resting fully against your thighs.

"Yes! Yes, baby, that's it. Suck on Mommy's titties. Nurse from Mommy's big, soft, bouncy boobies. Mommy's got you. Mommy takes good care of her sweetie. Mommy—"

Sliding her hips forward as far as they'd go, Mommy felt something that made her stop in her tracks. She moved slowly, feeling it out, rubbing herself against it. Her eyes fluttered. Her jaw dropped. A borderline inhuman sound trumpeted from her throat as she pressed her mound against your bulge. Every twitch and throb sent arcs of pleasure through her body, overwhelming her. "Oh, baby... You love Mommy, too, don't you??"

“You’ve outdone yourself babe, the ceiling is like 9ft and I just hit my head on it! 😜”

So I *may* have commanded you to transfer as much of your size to me as possible, but you certainly didn’t protest as you quickly shrank down and I shot upward 😏

Before long my naked body towered over you, no clothes able to contain my immensity as I had to bend over to even stand up! You stared in awe barely coming up to my calves…

“I LOVE being this size, thanks babe! Though… 😘”

I gave my ass a resounding *SMACK* and looked down at you expectantly

“…I know you’re only like a foot tall now, but I wouldn’t mind if my butt was a little b-”

*Shrink Shrink*

*BWOOOOOOMP*

When you made the well-intentioned and earnest wish of "I wish I had the ideal body for my girlfriend," you couldn’t have know that you'd end up quite like this.

You knew your girlfriend had something of an 'appreciation' for women with larger busts — her IG feed was constantly filled with a cornucopia of 'breast foot forward' content creators — and assumed that you’d get some DDD-cups... maybe E-cups... maybe some smoother skin... presumably gain an inch or two in height... and that'd be that!

Not this...

"Oh no, sweetie! You look so flushed and so focused... are your milkers getting too full again?"

Instead, you have this...

A pair of breasts that store more milk than a cow's udders, and so over-sized and full that they make any shirt become all-but transparent as they stretch it out...

But more over, you have a fearsome level of milk production... and now... if you find yourself going more than twelve hours without at least some form of relief, or even a 'quick pump', the pressure inside them grows to painful degrees... and you watch them visibly swell, and stretch more and more until you're properly 'serviced'.

"Sorry guys, Tits over here needs some love. Give me a mo'?"

Nina's happy now, though...

She gets to have her 6' 6" tall R-cup ladened milky hucow toy... and she keeps talking about 'business opportunities' for her milk now, so at least you both don't have to worry about money any more.

So that's... nice...

Using, admittedly, a somewhat liberal definition of the word "witnessed", I think it'd probably be a woman I knew in college. She was the costumer for our school's plays and I used to joke (to myself) that the reason she got into sewing and making clothing was because she needed to be able to make her own bras, clearly pushing the limits of what she could buy in even the largest boutiques.

Assuming that my memory is correct and I'm not looking back on it with Expansion-tinted glasses, I'd guess she was probably around the size of Lovely Lilith in this picture:

Unfortunately, that's really all I have to say on the matter. It's not like we hooked up or anything. The most intimate we got was when she had to take my measurements for something, which included potentially fitting me for a hat, which put her bust very close to my face.

I'm gonna be honest, Amalga: I'm still waiting for you to describe anything you've said so far as a curse! It sounds to me like you've pretty much got it made! All of your favorite things, all the vices that are so easy to embrace, just become fuel for even more sin and sensuality!

Maybe that's why the curse sought you out to possess. For god knows how long, members of your family had been fighting it. Your great aunt Mira, I'm sure, did her best to be a good, chaste, godly woman and resist the temptations that the curse gave her. So it was for all the women in your family that bore the 'curse', going back to the very first. Chastity and abstention, moderation and asceticism, anything to keep their body, mind, and soul pure and clean from the corruption that coursed through their veins. While the challenge might be entertaining for the first few generations, a curse that powerful is bound to get bored before too long.

Then came you.

You were the perfect host for a curse bored by resistance. It knew, even before it properly took hold of you, that you would be different from your ancestors. Great aunt Mira lived the life of a cloistered nun so that she'd never grow more than a few cup sizes, more than a foot in height. The curse would have no such trouble with you. The moment you got your first taste of pleasure, the moment you first felt your body grow and expand and enhance, you'd be addicted.

Now the curse barely has to work at all! You don't need to be tempted. If anything, the curse is perhaps a little ashamed. Even if couldn't imagine the kinds of debauchery a ruined mind like yours could come up with. All it has to do is force your body to grow as you lay back, stoned out of your mind, and an orgy forms around you, a woman suckling on each gargantuan tit, a third between your colossal thighs, and a fourth riding your tongue. Every moment of your life has been surrendered to pleasure of all kinds, rotting your brain out with porn while a vibrator buzzes between your thighs in your idle moments, each orgasm causing you to grow in every direction. Your breast pumps barely fit over your swollen, growing nipples anymore, but that doesn't stop you from turning them on anyway, desperate for any scrap of pleasure you can find.

Where it ends, who can say? You're so young! You've had this curse for five long years, but you have decades of debauchery and growth ahead of you. If you think your tits are big now, just wait after you've had another five years to get worse, get more addicted to pleasure, get more addicted to growing them as big as you can! And the bigger you get, the easier it'll be to submerge yourself in sin. When you're a towering goddess with tits big enough to completely cover your torso, sculpted by the curse into a divine beauty, you'll have no trouble adding more women to your harem, more women to help you get high and help you cum again and again and again.

"Trust me, I'm fully aware that, if a sky-high libido and a propensity for oversharing is all I managed to walk away with, then I'm miles ahead of where I could have been. There were other girls in the trial who lost the ability to talk! Whenever they weren't moo-ing, they were giggling, and their hands were always groping a pair of huge, leaking udders and not always their own! In short, completely unfit to return to proper society. They still don't know why it didn't happen to me, but I go back for more tests every month or so while they try to figure it out. Honestly, my life isn't really that different from how it was before I signed up for the trial. I still live in the same apartment; I still work the same job at the same grocery store. The biggest changes are probably just that my work uniform doesn't fit the same way it used to and I really just cannot find a bra big enough for these things!

"Oh, and I guess you could count the few hours I have to spend every other day milking my huge tits. They get so full! Technically, it only takes about an hour to fully drain them, but they're really freakin' sensitive. I usually cum almost immediately when I feel the pumps tug on my nipples and then I just ride it out for as long as it takes to leave me spent; on a good day, I can get five or six orgasms out of me before I pass out! I am spending a lot more money on sex toys than I used to, that's for sure, but selling some of my milk helps to offset the cost a little. It's not Easy Street, by any means. I'm not living in a porno, where I can just flash my udders and get a discount on rent or groceries or whatever. Hell, I don't even get an employee discount on groceries! I'm just living my live, y'know? Same as it was before, except for the huge udders and the constant horniness and the whole milk thing.

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I think I could tell if my breasts are getting bigger, you know.

I’m still the same size as always. A 32C cup.

My bra…well…it must have shrunk in the wash. I couldn’t get the clasp done.

Yeah, the shirt is new, too. The stores must be skimping on fabric.

Is this a roleplay thing? You know I don’t have huge tits.

I guess they have been feeling different? Like, they’re so sensitive lately. A little sore.

My necklace? It’s cute, isn’t it? I got it from the ranch in town as a souvenir.

Because I don’t want to take it off? It feels a little tingly…like, it’s good to wear it?

For the last time, I’m not growing! I don’t have swollen bimbo titties! Mmmm….

It…seemed like the natural way to describe them is all. I don’t know why I said that.