lili's desires

Until then, I'd been guided to complete stillness and thought it was a "rule" to keep myself from scratching an itch, moving an uncomfortable part of my body, or just stimming/fidgeting as needed.

Now, I give myself perpetual permission to move as much as needed while remaining deep in trance.

train out your gag reflex and replace it with a gspot in your throat

have bimbo cow tits with nipples so sensitive you can cream during a milky titfuck

The last week has been so blissful since you started your new Premium Producer role in earnest. The cycle of get up, pump, eat, pump, sleep, and repeat is easy and so pleasurable you've been on cloud nine constantly. You don't even bother with clothes anymore, your new body has blossomed beyond anything even remotely concealable with mere cloth. The only downside is that everything is harder. It's hard to get the pumps on, it's hard to move around your home, let alone cook. You've had to clear off countertops and tables of everything. You're sure you're not clumsier, but every time you're moving around you bump into things, sometimes really hard. Mysterious bruises appear on your legs and ass every day. You don't remember bumping into things that hard, you just feel a gentle nudge and suddenly whole pieces of furniture are pushed aside. You want to move somewhere with more space, but not even the wondrous app has a moving service. And there's certainly no way you can move by yourself, you can barely move from the couch without leaking over everything.

And that's another problem, you've hit the limit on pumps through the app. Just a couple days ago your biggest, most powerful pump wasn't enough to drain you after a full 10hours. Your production is way up, which you think is because of the super healthy meals you've been ordering through the app every day. They come hot and fresh to your door, and they taste so good and make you feel so good, warm and fuzzy and so so full. When you wake up in the mornings, your chest feels so much fuller than the day before, squeezing them doesn't help, pumping isn't enough, and you're getting desperate, even sleeping while you pump hasn't been enough.

And then suddenly, one day your phone beeps with a new message from the company.

"Producer Extraordinaire!" The tagline says. The message congratulates you on being in the top ten producers and only after a month of being a Premium Producer. That's when you think the app must be wrong, it'd been a week, maybe a week and a half, right? You're not sure, now though. Maybe it is correct? A month? But before you can bend your strangely sluggish brain to the task, a wave of need washes over you. Immediately you go the couch and struggle to attach the pumps, quickly forgetting about the message and certainly about how long you've been doing this for. Another couple days pass and the feeling of fullness is still building, every morning you're fuller and fuller, your chest still swelling almost as much as it did when you first started.

Today is a little different though, there's more than feeling full, you feel pent up too. Lying down on the couch, you reach for your favorite toy, the thick 12in dildo that never fails to satisfy you. As the pumps engage, you slip it inside, it's still not easy, but you're so turned on the it only takes a few tries to push it to the base, though even that's getting harder to manag. You can barely reach around your chest and even your belly is bigger too, not huge, but it gets in the way a bit. Those meals they give you are too tasty and too nutritious and you can feel the weight building in your thighs and, of course, your chest. Soon though, you get a good rhythm, working the thick toy in and out in time with the pumps, your mind drifts off to thoughts of that delivery boy and how much thicker and longer he felt than even your biggest toy. How he sucked and sucked on your tits and fucked you nearly senseless before disappearing. You haven't seen him since, and you've been craving his cock again. The thought of the wide head catching on your walls as he pulled out is enough to send you into an intense orgasm. Your body shakes as you climax. Your moans are so loud that they even hurt your own ears.

Once the orgasm subsides, you still can't help but feel unsatisfied. Your arms are so tired, you sit up and push the toy deep, your weight forcing it in and a better angle than you could, and soon you're grinding on it, the head wobbling back and forth inside you, not quite hitting the back. You bounce on it now, trying to get every last inch inside, but it's no use, even when you climax, it's not enough. Desperate for a release, you keep going even when the machine finally stops pulling on your nipples, and even that takes a while to register. More than anything, you're pulled away from your attempts to satisfy this incredible lust that you only stop when your belly begins to rumble.

Giving up, you stand, and go to find your phone, the toy almost comes with you, but slides out just before you shifting weight traps it inside. You wander through the house, looking for your phone for a while, even trying to squeeze into closets that won't contain your new self, making a mess in the process. It's not until you hear a chime from the living room that you realize it's been on the coffee table this whole time. Plopping down back into your spot, you're shocked to find that your dildo is pinned between your ass and the back of couch. It feels so small, despite being so large, and your hips begin to move on their own across the still slick surface of the toy. As you turn your attention to the phone, hips still gliding up and down, you select a meal to be delivered. There's a wide variety and it's hard to choose sometimes, at first it was just 5 or 6 but as you've produced more and more, options unlocked. Now there's maybe 20? 30? It's hard to keep track of since they don't all fit on the screen and some of them have similar names. But that's ok, they're all so tasty and help you feel so good. Picking one at random, you place the order and as you wait, reach for the pumps again. Replacing the already filled rack of jugs, you settle back onto the couch and the toy pokes against your ass as you do. It's not something you've tried in a long time, before your new job, but the urge to feel your toy stretching your ass is starting to become one you can't ignore.

Gently, and with some difficulty, you lean forward and position the head against your ass. It's still wet, so you aren't worried about lube, but the size of it still makes you nervous. Holding it firm you, you lower yourself down, ever so slowly, the tip begins to stretch you and it feels good. Way better than it did before, but it's still a lot. You can only get the first bit in for a while. The first set of jugs is halfway filled by the time you get the head all the way in. It feels so much different than fucking your pussy, and you're starting to really enjoy it. But it's hard work, there's so much to keep aloft that your legs are starting to shake, and with how large your ass and hips have gotten, this is probably the only way it'll work. Still, you lightly bounce up and down, getting used to the increasing girth as the toy slides a little deeper each time.

You're sure half of it is in now, it has to be, your legs are shaking so badly now. You want to check, but no matter what you do, your chest is in way, and looking only reveals a massive, jiggling wall of flesh as your legs weaken. You're sure you'll fall if you keep going, and decide to ease it out and stand. But just as the head is about to pop out, the door bell rings, startling you. Losing your balance, you fall back and the entire length of it slides in all at once. In the split second before it fully enters, you realize it was nowhere near half way inside. Your body slams down onto the couch, a mass of bouncing flesh and leaky breasts, the cups having popped off as you attempted to catch yourself. A long, loud moan escapes your lips as ecstasy floods your brain. Never before has your ass felt this good, this well suited to be fucked. And for a second your lust filled mind wars with what little reason remains. You must answer the door. It might be the delivery guy from last time, surely it is, but your other half demands to keep this pleasure going. After a minute of shaking and pondering, the two halves of your brain compromise. You stand, clenching to make sure the toy stays inside and walk to the door. Legs still shaking, both from exertion and pleasure, you hobble to the door, the toy pressing into your walls as you walk. a couple times you have to stop, the pleasure nearly overwhelming you, but finally, you open it, careless of your lack of clothing and milk dripping down your chest.

At the door is a bright, smiling young man.

He's not even a little shocked to see your state, but you do see a large bulge creeping down his pant leg before he hands you the food and walks away. You almost call after him, but the smell of the fresh food is intoxicating and your legs are going to give out soon. Nudging the door shut with your ample buttocks, you settle into a chair, bought on the app and built to handle your increased weight. You open the box and before you is another carefully crafted wrapped meal. This is no greasy take out, but a freshly made meal packed with nutrients to help keep you healthy and producing well. Seasonal veggies, a top quality piece of meat, fish, or whatever your heart desires, cooked to perfection and delivered with the utmost care to your door. At first, you felt silly and a little embarrassed having to need food brought to you, but as the days, and apparently weeks if the message is correct, the embarrassment faded along with your hesitation to answer the door stark naked and usually dripping milk. You were content in your home, producing milk and entertaining yourself however you want. But something kept popping up in the back of your mind, still, it must not be important if you can't remember it.

You finish the meal and clean up, and return to the couch, dropping onto it only to realize the toy is still inside you, somehow you forgot it was even there, despite how good it feels. And so, you reach for the pump and sit back and gently grind your hips back snd forth as the motors pick up speed, and soon enough an orgasm builds inside you and with a sudden burst of energy, you bounce up and down, your entire body shaking as you do, the sound of the pump is drowned out by the clapping of skin and the wet slick noises of your fingers furiously trying to push deeper into your dripping pussy. In a flurry of movement, you grab the older, smaller toy and drive it into your dripping cunt. Soon, you can feel it break over you like a wave, clenching down on the toys, it lasts a long time, and by the end of it, you feel more satisfied than you have in a while. Your body spasming as the climax fades, you pass out, toys still buried inside you. Not until hours later do you wake up and see the mess you've made. Milk and slick are everywhere, at some point one of the cups slipped off before the jug was full and that tit kept leaking, making a puddle that's still present. The jug is only about half full, and in a sudden burst of lust, you break open the seal and drink it in great gulps. It's sweeter than you remember, and the taste is too good to not drink the rest. With reckless abandon you gulp it down, milk running down your cheeks and onto your chest and thighs. By the time you're done, your belly is swollen with milk and you feel so full, but so good. The flavor lingers on your tongue as you begin to clean up. Standing, you extract the enormous toy first, still amazed you took it and even more so you slept with it inside you, and then the smaller one. Still, your body doesn't feel sore or abused. It's a miracle, you think, as you tidy up the living room for the next pumping session.

A couple days pass and you've added playing with your ass to the routine, sometimes using two toys at once, filling whatever hole or holes strikes your fancy. But after a while, even that gets a little tiresome, you want something more, but don't know what. It's these thoughts that are interrupted when a knock at the door comes. You lazily call out that it's open, which is true, you've never felt safer than as a Premium Producer, the app says so. They provide security 24/7 for their top producers. The door opens, and a woman walks in. Her chest is huge, not nearly as big as your's probably is, but still enormous, and pants look ready to come apart at the seams she's got so much ass stuffed into them.

She smiles at you and waves, you wave back. She sits down across from you on the couch, and introducers herself. You don't remember her name, but it's pretty, she talks to you about being a top producer and what that means. She talks about your house and how well you've grown since you started, and a lot of other things that you don't really understand. But when she offers you her hand, you accept it, and with surprising strength she helps lift you from the couch. She smiles and motions for you to walk with her. She walks to the door and you see a limo parked on the curb, she smiles and walks over to it, opening the door. You squeeze through your too tiny door way and follow her. The neighbors probably saw you, maybe some passing cars but you don't mind. As you near the car, you realize just how large it actually is. The door is purpose built for people like you, and the beautiful woman smiles and gestures you inside. Climbing in, you sit in the very back. The seat is soft and warm, but slick at the same time. The windows are actually screens displaying the outside world, and when she climbs in after you and shits the door, the entire outside world is muted, even when the vehicle starts to move you can only tell by the pressure gently pushing into the welcoming seat. The woman is speaking again, she offers some water which you absentmindedly take, sipping at it. The bottle is actual glass. She then slides her hands to a control panel and presses a single button. Small doors slide back from the walls and she pulls out two cups, much larger than yours and offers to attach them for you. You nod dumbly, still in shock, and she scoots forward, one hand on the cup and the other presses against your skin, it's warm and feels good. You close your eyes and wait for the cool plastic of the cup to slide over your nipple, but what you feel causes your eyes to dart open. Her warm, soft hand is gently twirling circles around your left nipple. You watch as it slowly hardens and puffs up until it's the size of your thumb. They've never done that before, and you've never been this turned on before. She slides the cup over your excited nipple and moves onto the right. The same thing happens, and by the time the cup is in place, you can feel your thighs are soaked and it's slowly spilling over the edge of the seat.

Next, she attached two thick hoses to the cups, the force they require to link to the cup is enough to spray milk in every direction, but she doesn't seem to care. In fact, a nimble tongue glides across her lips catching several streaks of milk. Your brain is overheating at this point, the lithe movements and obvious beauty are too much, and even before she moves to place the second hose you're hands are between your thighs, swirling your clit and driving fingers in and out. Your shaking doesn't deter her though and her well practiced hands secure the hose and she leans back, pressing another button. And with a sudden, but incredibly soft noise, like the sound of spring snow melting and falling from the branch of a tree, the pumps spring to life. The sound is constant, and present, but each thrum fades as quickly as it came. Her fingers move to a dial, and she asks if you want more, you nod furiously and you hear the wheel click twice. The force on your nipples is incredible and you let out an outstanding amount of noise, but somehow it isn't overwhelming. It seems to strike the car's walls and fade away. Though soon you can't even notice that. You watch as this beautiful, graceful woman stands, unzips her pants and reveal that her ass was not the only thing stretching her seams to the limit. As her dexterous hands reach between her legs, she untucks a truly massive cock. Easily half the size of your biggest toy and it's still soft. A hand slides down to it, and grasps it. The finger barely touch, and she begins to stroke. It rises quickly, and soon she stands before you, stroking her enormous erection. It's big, but not nearly as big as you thought. The disappointment must have shown on your face because she drops her hand away and you watch as it twitches and pulses, each heartbeat forcing more blood into her member. It grows a couple inches longer and as her hand wraps back around it, the tips don't meet anymore. It's certainly larger than before, but you can't help but compare it to the delivery guy from so long ago. And once again she senses your lust, but her hands stay firmly in place this time, and you watch in rapt amazement as it begins to swell again. Her other hand grips it just above the other and several inches are still left uncovered. Before you can stop yourself, you feel words leave your lips, "please. I need more." She smiles and once again the head bobs up and down until you're sure she's as big as he was. She has to be, right? Maybe you should ask for more, and without thinking anything else, you do. Her smile is devious now, she knows what you want and this time her cock pulses for longer than before. Finally, she lets out a single ragged breath and you gawk at the thing in front of you. Her hands don't cover even half of it now, and the thickness is incredible. You're amazed and only the smallest part of your lust soaked brain asks how it's possible, but soon enough the cock is thrust into your face and you happily open your mouth to accept the glistening head. She's gentle, at first, letting you get used to the size of it, letting you swirl your tongue on the swollen glans, it's not until you attempt to take the entire head into your mouth at once does she fully understand what she's dealing with. Soon, you feel hands grip your head like a steel vice, and you look up with concern in your eyes. Her smile is downright evil now, as she brings her feet up on the seat and presses your head into the back of the seat. Her incredible flexibility and shocking size of the vehicle mean she can straddle your entire torso with her legs and force every last inch down your throat. That's when you're sure she's much larger than the delivery boy was. The way she stretches your throat, how deep you can feel it reach, and the weight of her balls on your chest. Everything is enough to send you over the edge. Your body shakes from her thrusting and from the orgasms ripping through you every few minutes. She relentlessly uses your throat until spit and cum are dripping down her legs and your chest.

When she finally pulls out, her cock is red and throbbing even more than it was before. You're almost sure she maked it grow again, but you can't tell before she grabs your legs and drags you off the seat. Folding them up to your chest, she somehow manages to squeeze your tits between them without even disturbing the pumps. And it's from that position that she rams herself into your soaked cunt. The girth is fantastic and you can't help but clench down on her, slowing her forward movement. You can feel every inch slide into you now, every vein pulsing, the head flaring with each heartbeat. When you finally feel her balls hit your ass, she's deeper than anyone has ever been, deeper than you thought anyone could take.

Her pace is matched only by the force she uses, and both are incredible. With your legs folded up, you can feel her head grinding against your walls, the tip is so thick it clings and drags against them, every couple of thrusts causes you to squirt, the liquid mixing with your sweats and the small amount of milk leaking from the cups. And that when she reaches a single had up to the controls. You can almost feel the little wheel click, once, twice, three times and then suddenly, she pushes it to the max and the cups latched onto your tits are in overdriving. The new pressure forces another incredible orgasm out of you, and you clench down and wrap your legs around her ample hips as best you can. She grins that sinister grin and you feel it swell one last time, pushing just a little deeper before her thrusting begins again. It's not long though, with your tightness and sensitivity increasing with each passing second, she cums soon, but not quickly. You feel her enormous balls contracting against your ass over and over again as she dumps immeasurable amounts of her seed into you. Not a single drop spills now, and you watch as the second turn to minutes and your belly expands in spurts, in time with the contracting of her balls. For nearly ten minutes she grinds her throbbing head into you, as more and more is poured in.

When the deluge finally slows, she extracts herself and towers above you. You half expect to feel her cum sliding out of you, but you've tightened so much nothing escapes.

She catches her breath quickly and squats over your belly, sliding her still wet, but rapidly softening, cock between your tits and pushes them together. Her hips start thrusting slowly at first, and then as you feel it move and stiffen, she picks up speed a bit. Soon, the head is popping in and out from between your engorged breasts, and with frightening suddenness, she's once again forced it down your throat and lays her entire weight against your face. The floor is mercifully soft, but her thrusting isn't. And once again it's not long before her cock erupts, though for not as long. Still, you struggle to gulp down her gargantuan load , but really have no choice. When she finally finishes, your belly is even more bloated than before, but you're finally satisfied. Even your chest feels lighter and capable of producing even more. One final act of sadism, she hauls you to your knees and flops into a seat, dragging you over by the hair and forcing your head between her legs. You get the message, clean her up. And so you do, until your tongue gets too stimulating and she forces it down your throat again, filling you again and again until you feel more bloated than even your largest meal. You can tell she's about to do it again, when a chine sounds and the car comes to a halt. She stands, smiles at you and tucks her quickly shrinking cock back into her somehow still immaculately clean pants. The model of professionalism once again, she opens the door and ushers you into a grand building.

It's warm inside, and smells of freshly baked goods for some reason. You try your best to keep up, but it's hard with such a swollen belly sloshing from side to side. She snaps her fingers and from somewhere behind a gleaming oak reception desk, two attendants appear and briskly walk over to you. They extend their hands and gently grab your arms, helping to steady and guide you. Soon, you're keeping pace with her again and she leads you through a long series of hallways, all richly decorated and colorful, soft carpet beneath your feet, warm against your naked skin, and the firm, but wonderful feeling of the hands helping to guide you all fill you with a deep sense of relaxation, and by the time you come to a stop, your mind is working far better than it has in a long time.

I like to imagine just asking someone that and them going "uh sorry we don't serve that here" and suddenly feeling a weight in their chest as it starts to grow and fill, and it gets so large that it burst thru their shirt and starts dripping with milk. Now they got to fulfill the order, I mean, they have to milk their breasts anyways, might as well get some extra money out of it.

Plus charging extra for straight from the tap

And all this money enough to ignore their chest is getting heavier and milker even with all the new customers asking for requests

Oh well

"A marriage ending isn't a failure at all. I spent eleven years with her. We were so in love that we couldn't image life apart from each other. We got our own place, adopted a dog, and supported each other through school. I thought if tow people loved each other enough the rest would fall into place, except... love isn't everything.

And I didn't want to believe that, but we were sitting in counseling one day, talking about our future and I realized we were describing two completely different lives. Where we'd live, what kind of life we wanted, what made us happy. And it hit me that- I love this woman and this woman loved me. And after eleven years of loss, grief, career changes, we were so deeply in love... but we weren't aligned. And I kept thinking 'We just need to try harder. We can find some compromise to make this work,' because that's what you're supposed to do when you love someone, right?

But the reality was, we had just become different people. Her trade school took her in one direction, my graduate degree in another and trying to force us back into who we were five years ago wasn't coming from a place of love. It was coming from a place of fear. Fear that, if this ended, it meant we wasted eleven years. But sitting there across from her, I realized: That's not how love works.

Those eleven years happened. They were real. The dog, our home, showing up for each other through grad school and trade school. I wouldn't change a single thing because loving someone doesn't mean you're meant to stay with them forever. And letting go doesn't erase what you had. We measure marriage by whether it lasts forever or not, but what if we measured it by whether it mattered?

What if we measured it by the love we gave, the life we built, and the people we became? Because love's job isn't to last forever, it's to help you become fully completely yourself, and sometimes the most loving thing you can do is give each other permission to be yourselves, separately. But the dog doesn't know were' divorced. He just gets two Christmases now."

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