lili's desires

The milk was beginning to dribble out on its own now, a steady trickle of creamy fluid that quickly soaked through the fabric of Marley's bra and made big, dramatic stains on the front of her blouse. "This, this isn't--I mean, it shouldn't, you can't, you can't just… do this," she stammered, staring down at her chest as she struggled to put into words the sheer impossibility of what she was experiencing at the moment. She didn't even really believe in hypnosis, despite waking up from it just moments ago, and now she was expected to simply accept that someone could just turn her nipples on and off like a faucet? No. It couldn't be happening. It had to be a trick, some kind of post-hypnotic hallucination.

But the wet warmth of the clinging fabric felt real, and Tyler's smug, sadistic little grin didn't look like the smile of a man who was watching someone give in to the power of suggestion. He was staring at her chest too, his hand resting on the bulge in his trousers as he watched the stains slowly spread, and he chuckled out, "You'd be amazed at what the power of the mind can do when it's properly motivated. Your pretty udders know how to make milk, your subconscious wants to be my good little cowslut, and all it really took was just getting them to work together. I think you're going to be a very good producer, pet. Possibly the best in the whole barn."

Marley didn't like the sound of that, and she especially didn't like the hot pulse of pleasure that throbbed in her clit at being spoken to in such overtly demeaning and disrespectful terms. "I, no, that… that wouldn't, I mean I wouldn't… I don't want this," she whimpered, all too aware that her voice had taken on the petulant tones of a sleepy toddler insisting she didn't need a nap. Her hands went to her blouse, uncertain of what to do but knowing she didn't want it wrecked by the blossoming milk stains, and any question of the reality of her situation vanished when she touched the wet fabric. It was all real. It was all really happening, and she got her top off with an unseemly haste to see what was actually happening underneath her clothes.

Somehow it was even worse than she imagined. Marley could actually see the milk dribbling from her tits now, a steady trickling flow that occasionally turned into a streaming spray even without anything to latch on and suckle out the sweet, creamy fluids. The sheer pressure of the buildup created by her newly determined subconscious mind was forcing it out, and she felt a dull ache in her chest that deep down Marley understood she could only release one way. She needed to pump or be suckled. And there were no pumps at hand at the moment. "Would you like me to help you with that?" Tyler asked slyly, now openly rubbing himself through his slacks. "Just until we can get you back to my place and get you hooked up to the milkers."

Marley couldn't help grunting with arousal at that, the mental image of being hooked up to big industrial pumps like some kind of human cow triggering a surge of lust in her pussy so potent it practically blanked out her vision for a moment, and she gave a whimpery nod as she presented her udders to be suckled. Tyler leaned in close, his tongue catching the falling droplets as he opened his mouth, and Marley stopped questioning anything about her newfound destiny as he pursed his lips around her nipple and began to drink.

I want someone to have a single word that just instantly controls me, no matter what, that they tell everyone. I want people to specifically go out of their way to see me, just to see me submit. Just out of entertainment. wanna be trying to relax, and a random friend to say that one simple word, and suddenly I’m their sex-slave.

They’ll test is lightly at first, then go for something crazier, and then they’ll get curious. And I’ll do it. Because they said.

genuinely.

You’re a cow!

Well. The universe seems to think you are!

You’re growing a cup size every two weeks even if you do NOTHING…but it gets worse.

Every time you drink milk,you add to the daily output of milk you produce daily. Drink a gallon throughout the day? Congrats! There’s a new jug for you to express! And OF COURSE there’s no way to make LESS milk in a day.

Your friend asked if she could try it. It was a little embarrassing? But she was always a freak of da week, so you let her try some you had saved. Sh. LOVED. it. She asked for a regular supply. Her chest seemed a bit tight the next day. And then a bit more. It then occurred to you that a YOU never tried it. Somehow, it had slipped your mind.

And so, you do.

God it’s good. It’s so good. It’s creamy and warm and delightful. God that bra is tight. It’s so tasty. You want more. You NEED more.

A few weeks pass…

You can barely stand, your nipple hardly leaves your mouth, your other nipple constantly being suckled and nursed by your equally huge bestie.

I'm not sure what she said, but it was definitely some kind of spell or incantation, as since then my breasts have swollen from A-cups, to C-cups, to E-cups, and this morning I found myself having to ask to borrow my girlfriend's G-cup bra, lest I go braless to work!

But moreover... I can't stop squeezing my chest... and I can't be sure, but I think me squeezing and kneading them is causing the growth somehow....

And no-one (other than me) seems to realize that my tits have gone from 'flat-as-a-board' / getting me mistaken for being a trans-femme or an enby... to being over-sized, cartoonishly over-filled, and seemingly have made any shirt or dress incapable of hiding my cleavage!

Can I undo this!??

I guess you can go apologize to your coworker and beg her to lift and undo whatever curse she put on you, promising to go on anti-anxiety medication or something, and hope she follows through.

But why would you??

This seems like a case of wins across the board! Your coworker is happy, not having to deal with you bounding your legs or clicking your pens or dealing with a dozen other annoying, anxious habits. I'm sure your girlfriend is happy getting to share bras with you, even if she doesn't remember you growing to be so absolutely massive and she'll enjoy it when you start outsizing her, too.

And why wouldn't you be happy with what's happened? Doesn't it feel nice to sink your fingers into all this new, soft, sensitive flesh? Doesn't it feel good to finally have tits that can bounce and wobble and shake, moving and jiggling with every step you take? Doesn't it incredible to know that the women who you used to envy now look at you and seethe with jealousy as you easily double their size? Doesn't it feel amazing to have such gigantic fucking tits?

When she’d bought it, Alexa’s friends had asked if it was cream to grow big boobs or cream to be used on big boobs; the joke being that only one would be of use to her.

The joke’s on them she thought as she strutted out of her shower, still slightly damp. Alexa’s boobs bobbled as she walked, the grapefruit-sized tits now certainly within the realm of big. She pushed down on the dispenser twice- she wanted to really grow today. Spreading the cream between her hands, Alexa brought them to her chest and started to massage the product in. She gently moaned from the feeling- who knew her tits would feel so good?

Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt the growth begin. It always felt so damn erotic, which is part of the reason why Alexa insisted on blowing up her tits beyond her original goal. She let go of her boobs to let them absorb the rest of the cream while they grew, and she watched herself in the vanity mirror. Alexa’s breasts had previously reached down to the end of her ribs, and watching them swell beyond that made a smile appear on her face.