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“You look soooooo pent up darling… Here, let your huge pregnant wife help 😍”

My motherly instincts had been off the charts now that I was getting closer to delivery… not that you were complaining being on the receiving end of it 😏

“You’re insatiable, you couldn’t even wait until we got to the bedroom to start getting yourself off with my rack? 😜”

*PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP*

“You’re lucky they’re getting even more sensitive as they get bigger… fuck that feels good 😍🥵”

The way I frantically masturbated after taking these…thinking about you looking at them and doing the same…

God my nipples are so hard because I was desperately fucking horny while I was doing it…so stupidly desperate for you to see my tits…

Feeling the shirt drag across my nipples made my clit flutter and throb…needing to touch so fucking bad…so pathetic as it pulsed…

Not only was struggling against the ropes that bound her wrists behind her back a futile effort, it was a sickening one, too. Every twists of her shoulders, every movement of her arms, sent ripples across the surface of her tits. Mary winced at the feeling of her milk—milk that she hadn't even had more than an hour ago—sloshing inside her swollen milktanks. For a moment, she felt pathetic, helpless as her breasts grew heavier and heavier. Then, a tittering giggle made her ear twitch. She dragged her gaze upward from her own cleavage to glare at the women standing around her. Her breasts swung as she tried once again to free herself from her restraints, this time not just aiming for freedom but to take a swing at her tormentors.

Through gritted teeth, Mary growled. "You fucking traitors! How fucking dare you?! I led us all the way to regionals and this is how you repay me?! Bunch of jealous bitches. Jealous that I was a better cheerleader! Jealous that I was the prettiest!" She narrowed her eyes at a slender girl in the crowd. "Jealous that your boyfriends couldn't stop jerking off over my tits. Isn't that right, Karin?"

The slender girl, Karin, suddenly went hot with rage. She leapt for Mary only to be restrained by her compatriots. Mary's cruel laughter made her breasts wobble, her clothes straining tighter and tighter around her. When Karin's rage had reduced from a maelstrom to an intense simmer, the rest of the cheerleaders slowly let go of her, freeing her to take a step towards her former team captain. She didn't say a word, though. She didn't have to. All she did was reach down, spreading her arms out to put her hands on either side of the colossal, growing udders in front of her, and squeeze.

An anguished cry ripped out of Mary's throat. She was full of milk and growing fuller by the second, put a pair of clamps over her nipples made sure that the milk had nowhere to grow. Putting pressure on her udders like that just reminded Mary of how full she was. Her tits were full. Her tits sloshed. Her tits ached for release.

Mary needed to be milked.

She almost begged for it. Mary's mouth opened to do so, but her pride cut her short. She could endure the pain. For now. For how much longer, she couldn't say. She could only hope that she was still able to stand when she got there.

Cruelty and anger twisted Karin's expression, but there was no smile to be had. She only held anger in her heart. "You know what, Mary? You win! You're right. You were such a better cheerleader than the rest of us. You really brought out the crowds, people showing up just to watch you bounce around like a fucking cow. And you won Colin, too! Fucking have him! You deserve a cheating pig like him. The pig and the cow. And now more of a cow than ever." Karin put her hand on the front of Mary's breast, her nipple resting in the angle between Karin's forefinger and thumb. Mary squirmed and whimpered. It was so close to being milked; if it weren't for those damn clamps, she'd be spraying milk across the room. All she could do was twist and writhe, clamping her eyes shut.

A sharp pain pierced her breast, forcing a cry from her throat. When her eyes opened, she saw that yet another does of the growth formula had been forced into her tit. Fear gripped Mary. The other girls on the team quietly admonished Karin for being so cruel, but none of them could honestly claim that they wouldn't have done the same. Karin let out a triumphant humph! and turned away from the growing cow. "Come on, girls. Let's get out of here. I don't want to get caught in the crossfire when the pressure forces those clamps off of her." They all quietly nodded in agreement and turned towards the door. One of them turned around and snapped a picture of the trapped and growing Mary. Laughter erupted as she showed the picture to the other cheerleaders.

Then the door closed.

Mary was alone.

"OOUUGHHNN FFUUUUUUCK!"

Pleasure erupts from me, forcing my head back, as my breasts surge forward once again. Under the howled moans, the sound of ripping fabric can just barely be heard. The split at the apex of my collar widens, soft flesh billowing out of the opening. I only wanted to be a few cup sizes bigger, but now they won't stop! They're dominating my figure and only getting bigger by the second, easily eclipsing my heart and covering more and more of my torso. Despite all that, being worried is difficult when the feeling of growth is so fucking good! My hands press against my massive, growing tits and the pressure of the growth pushes out against them. As I spread my fingers, trying to squeeze as much as I can, soft flesh bulges out between them. Deep, ragged breaths make my chest rise and fall. For a brief moment, I'm tempted to grab my shirt and rip it open, to let my gargantuan udders spill forward, but a sudden resurgence makes such an effort pointless.

"Don't stop~~" she moaned, "I c-can still see you over my tits! Unh!!" she said, a stray lick from your tongue hitting her clit. She gushed onto your face, which you swallowed some. You watched her tits swell larger, almost completely obscuring her face, but she shifted and her eye peaked up through the canyon of cleavage like a sunrise. You felt your own changes: with swallowing, you felt your cock pulse large, slithering up between you and the mattress, making you moan as the head pressed between the soft foam and your chest.

“Dammit! How am I supposed to go outside if nothing fits??? 😫🥵”

*BLOMP*

“Ya know what, forget it! If the neighbors have a problem, they can kiss my increasingly-fat ass! 😜”

"Now, tell me all about your day at work!" she said, rubbing her hands over your much larger bulge. It was weird, it was a lot bigger than you remember, but all your clothes fit fine, even accommodating for when you were getting hard... which had been often. You started telling her about work with surprising ease. It was things you would normally hide or feel ashamed of, but you knew she wanted to hear it. How Lacey in accounts receiving sucked you off in the break room, and her breasts had swollen bigger than her head. About Janelle in engineering had fucked you in a broom closet, only for her to be unable to fit back into most of her clothes, then told you she was ovulating. How Claire from HR had titfucked you until her tits covered her desk.

It all felt normal, natural. You looked down and moaned as you came into your wife's eager mouth, feeling her mouth move around your shaft as she gulped and gulped to keep up with your orgasm, you felt her tits start to press against your leg.

Easy there, big boy. Take a deep breath. It's going to be okay.

I have good news and I have bad news.

The good news is that you're not pregnant. It would take a lot more than one night for him to knock you up, regardless of how feral he might have been. That little bump of yours isn't a baby. He's just pumped you so full of cum that you've bloated out a little bit! Maybe more than a little bit, but I promise you that your round belly is just filled up like a condom, pumped full of your boyfriends thick, hot cum. Over the next few days, the cum that's inside you will either leak out or get absorbed, one way or another, so you really have nothing to worry about. You're a very good boifriend, but you're not pregnant.

The bad news is that your body doesn't know that. After being bred so ferociously, so desperately, so thoroughly, even though you're not actually pregnant, your body is acting like it is. Over the next few weeks, your body is going to start warping and changing as it prepares you for a motherhood that isn't coming. Cravings are going to hit hard and your whole body will get softer and chubbier. It's convinced it needs to retain every spare calorie it can. You'll start to feel a dull ache in your hips, too, as your pelvis stretches and widens, extening past your shoulders.

That tenderness in your chest? That's your boobs starting to come in and, before long, they'll start making milk, too. Within days, your chest will swell and engorge and turn from pecs into tits, getting heavier and fuller and starting to hang. They'll rest more and more on your round belly, sloping gently off to the sides. Your nipples will darken and start to leak tiny, white rivulets that run over your curves.

"Ta-dah! What do you think? Pretty fucking huge, right? And waaaaay better than my old, tiny titties. They're super sensitive, too! I'm not even sure what bra size I am now, because every time I try to measure them, the tape measure brushes over my nipples and I wind up having to stop everything to grope myself and play with these gigantic, sloshy udders. Look at the way they're bulging out of this little, pathetic top and, God, look at all this fucking cleavage! I could probably fit your entire head between these things!