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She keeps complaining that her bras are shrinking in the wash though...

Enjoy it while you can!

I'm not saying that it's going to end abruptly or anything like that, but I've seen cases like this before and I know that there's a point where it's going to get out of hand.

It'll start out nice for a while. She's feeling in the mood more and more and that seems to translate directly to her breasts growing. She feels sexier and more confident than ever with her tits swelling bigger and bigger by the day, and so she'll want to use them more often! You get to reap the benefits! You get to see them bounce and slosh on her chest as you thrust into her and a little bit more each time you fuck. She loves the attention you give her, growing her swelling tits and sucking on her sensitive nipples. That really is the honeymoon phase. As she gets bigger, though, things are going to become more intense.

As her rising libido and her growing bustline become inextricably linked, she's going to develop a bit of a hair trigger. Whenever she's reminded of her tits, whether she catches someone who can't look away or she sees her own reflection, her libido is going to flare. Next thing you know, she'll be dragging you into the bathroom for a quickie or sending you pictures of her swollen bust so you know exactly what's in store for you when she gets home.

Milestones only accelerate the process. Every cup size she outgrows comes with a similar ramping up of her need, making a big leap when she finally outgrows the largest bra in the local shop. One night, you'll wake up and she'll already be on top of you, riding you, shoving her fat tits in your face. She felt how heavy they were resting on her chest and stretching out her pajamas and she couldn't wait until morning.

"All I'm asking for is a little mercy! My tits are so fucking full! I'm sorry about trying to keep you from jerking off for five fucking seconds, okay? Just, please, I can't take this anymore! I need to be milked!"

I just smiled and looked over my roommate's gargantuan, swollen udders with cruel pride. I reached out for one, fingers spread as if I was about to grab hold of it, only to pull away at the last minute. My roommate groaned in frustration.

"I don't see what the big deal is," I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, as if I wasn't enjoying this to the immense degree that I was. "You challenged me to No Nut November. You wouldn't take no for an answer! And, you know what I did it! Thirty days, not cumming once. I think you participating in No Dairy December is only fair! I'll let you use a set of clamps on your nipples if you need to; how's that?"

My roommate let out a pathetic whine. Stomping her foot did nothing but make her udders slosh on her chest. After a week and a half, they were painfully engorged, having gone up almost two full cup sizes just from swelling with milk. "Please! I've done almost two weeks, okay? Isn't that enough? I'm fucking desperate here! You can't imagine how this feels!"

I raised an eyebrow. My whole body straightened, looming over her at my full height. "I can't imagine? Really? I can't imagine what it's like to feel so full, like I might burst at any moment?" I took a step towards her. "I can't imagine what it's like to be swollen and leaking and needy?" Another two steps backed her up against the wall. "I seem to remember someone going out of their way to try and break my streak by walking around the apartment topless and shoving her massive fucking udders in my face while my balls swelled with a month's worth of unspent cum. But, hey, I can't imagine what you're going through at all, can I?"

For the first time since mid-October, my roommate actually looked meek. Embarrassment burned hot in her cheeks and she could barely meet my gaze. "I... I'm sorry, okay? That was unfair of me, especially for my own challenge. I shouldn't have made you do it and I shouldn't have made it so hard for you."

Her apology surprised me. She never apologized for anything. "Thank you. I appreciate it."

A light sparked in her eye as she turned her gaze up towards me. "Sooo... I can go milk myself?"

"Hahaha, sorry, I shouldn't laugh, but oh my god, baby! Smother you? Drown you? Do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound? I started making more milk because I thought you liked it! A few weeks ago, you seemed so eager to drink every last drop of milk I had to offer, so I kept encouraging my tits to make more! The growth was because I kept trying to force more milk into my already swollen, fully engorged titties! All that milk has to go somewhere, right? You know, if you were struggling to keep up with drinking straight from my udders, I could have invested in a pump or something! You didn't have to jump straight to me trying to drown my loving husband in boob milk.

"And the life insurance stuff? Pure coincidence! We changed insurance providers at work, so I had to re-elect and I decided to increase out level of insurance! I don't wanna say it was my growing tits that helped me get that promotion, but they probably didn't hurt my odds! I figured, we had the money, so why not?

"Well, excuuuse me for getting a little carried away sometimes! I didn't realize you were trying to tell me you'd had enough! I get a little air-headed, a little cow-brained when you drink my milk, so I probably just zoned out a little bit and didn't notice!

"Aw, come on, you didn't like me surprising you in the middle of the night? I thought it would be a fun little surprise! You know, kinky and spontaneous! I thought you'd enjoy a little breakfast in bed, y'know? How was I supposed to know that, when I shoved my nipple between your lips and let down my milk, you wouldn't be able to swallow in your sleep?

"Oh for the— Patricia is a friend! She's going through a tough time, so I'm trying to hang out with her more and take care of her! And, y'know, sometimes we have a little fun when we're tipsy, but we're just friends! Nothing more! You have nothing to worry about, baby. I would never do anything with anyone else while we're still together.

"Are you done interrogating me? Because my udders are getting fuller by the second and I need you to milk them now. This is going to be an extra big milking, thanks to someone and their paranoia, so be ready for it to all rush out at once! Better drink fast, right? Otherwise, you might drown in the mighty flood of my milk, hahaha!

"Please, I'm begging you! Turn them back! I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean it when I said you were as graceful as a cow! That was just... I was trying to be funny! It was a joke! A joke? You've heard of those, you joyless fucking BITCH! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I'm just getting nervous! I can't, hah, I can't dance with tits like these, y'know? I don't think I could fit my leotard over one of these tits, let alone both! And if I can't dance, I can't compete, and if I can't compete, I lose my scholarship, so I'm on my knees fucking begging you to please, please, please turn me back to normal! I promise, I won't ever say anything bad about you again! I'll set you up with any guy you want! I'll do your homework for a whole year! Fuck, PLEASE! These things are getting so fucking heeeaavvy! God, I'm about to cry... I've learned my lesson, okay? I'll be a better person. You win. You win! Just make them go away.

Happy couple, fighting mad couple. I just love penis and breast expansion.

Wishes are such fickle things...

The devil is and has always been in the details.

It's not that every genie that comes from a lamp is evil, or every amulet or charm is some kind of monkey paw... but you leave wiggle room in a wish, the universe will fill in the gaps however it can.

So when Gabrielle made the love-filled and earnest wish, "I wish my breasts exactly how my husband has always wanted them to be," she meant it. She knew she was smaller in bust than the girls he'd dated before they met, and far smaller than the bimbos he watched in porn online (not that she ever held his porn habits against him).

What she couldn't have accounted for was Thomas' deep, deep love for huge and milky busts... nor how the universe would 'fill in the gaps' for her wish, and take into account her husband's more... unique and niche kinks, when it came to the porn he enjoyed.

Within moments of the wish being granted, Gabrielle's top was off, and Thomas' mouth was locked around one of her now very ample nipples as she dangled them over his head.

"O-Oh fuck... Oh... oh b-baby..."

"Mmmmmmphhh!!"

She was getting lost in the sensation of him suckling at her — barely noticing that as he drank and drained her, the faster her breasts refilled with thick milk — getting lost in the sensations and pleasure...

So lost in pleasure, she didn't see that as Thomas drank her milk, his own endowment was visibly growing and swelling... not just with lust, but in mass.

They stayed like that for minutes... then an hour... then hours... and before the clock struck midnight, Gabrielle's chest had swollen from her post-wish 'mommy milkers' size, to a cartoonishly 'over-filled and productive cow' size...

And Thomas... his cock swelled and grew from a healthy and proud 8.5" when erect, to something that could not anatomically fit into any normal woman's body...

But they didn't care.

She was happy to have breasts that made her husband happy.

He was happy to have a productive hucow, that gifted him with a fore-arm sized cock.

Ummm, can you help? I think I might be having an allergic reaction to my boyfriend's sperm now that he's on CumMax. I know some girls have targeted expansion to their asses, their breasts... but their results (even the huge ones) all seemed more... 'natural' looking. My tits and lips look like they've been pumped with silicone they're so over-filled and stretched, and I'm worried now that we can't keep safely using CumMax, for my boyfriend...

I mean what if he keeps pumping me with his CumMax laced seed, and it gets... worse...

I don't want to turn into some plastic-filled and living fuck doll!!

Haha ohhh honey no you’re perfect! 💕

First of all, relax. Put the phone down for a second and just… bounce those heavy, over-filled beauties a little. Feel how full and tight the skin is? That’s not an allergic reaction. That’s CumMax working exactly the way it’s supposed to when a girl starts taking regular loads from a properly maxxed boyfriend.

I’ve seen this a hundred times (and yes, I’ve lived it too — I may or may not have “accidentally” slipped a few extra pills into my own man’s protein shakes early on 😇). Some girls get the softer, more “natural” looking expansion. Soft, jiggly, heavy hangers that still look like they could belong on a very blessed woman. Others? Well… some of us just get the full silicone-fantasy upgrade. Your body decided it wanted the pumped, stretched, over-inflated bimbo edition. Perfectly normal. Completely expected. Nothing to panic about.

Those lips looking like they’ve been filled to the absolute limit? Same thing. Your body is just responding to the hyperspermia-laced seed by turning every soft, sensitive part of you into a bigger, more exaggerated version of itself. It’s not “plastic.” It’s pure CumMax biology. Your tits and lips are just getting the same permanent growth and hypersensitivity treatment that your boyfriend’s cock and balls already got. The more he keeps pumping you full, the more pronounced it becomes. And trust me… it does get “worse.” In the best possible way.

Now, about the mental side…

You’re not just going to turn into a living fuck-doll. You’re going to turn into a happy, constantly dripping, cock-obsessed bimbo who still has her own thoughts… they just happen to revolve around getting bred and used a lot more often.

The wet dreams start first. Within a week or two of consistent exposure you’ll be waking up soaked, hips already grinding against whatever’s nearby, dreaming about being passed around. When you finally open your eyes and only feel your boyfriend’s (now much thicker, much more sensitive) cock pressing against that big juicy ass of yours, it’s not going to be enough anymore. You’ll start craving more. Multiple. A whole room full of hard cocks all for you. Gangbangs stop sounding scary and start sounding like the only thing that can properly satisfy the new hunger.

That’s 99% guaranteed, by the way. Almost every girl who keeps taking regular CumMax loads ends up there. It’s not a bug. It’s a feature. 💕

So no, you don’t need to stop using it “for your boyfriend’s sake.” If anything, you should be encouraging him to keep dosing and keep flooding you. The more he cums inside you, the more of this beautiful, over-the-top transformation you get. Those already ridiculous tits are only going to get heavier, rounder, and more sensitive. Those lips are only going to stay that perfectly over-filled shape. And your brain is going to keep getting softer, hornier, and more desperate for cock.

You’re not broken, baby. You’re just becoming the best possible version of a CumMax girlfriend.

Now be a good girl and go sit on his lap. Let those massive, pumped tits rest on his chest and tell him how full they already feel… then ask him for another load.

You’ll thank me later. 😘

Oh, honey, you're gonna need to empty him now.

You're really only supposed to take one cum booster a day and for no more than three days before releasing. If you've been feeding him cum boosters for every meal and for the last week, we're talking dangerous levels of overproduction. Don't tell me that you haven't noticed how huge and swollen his balls have gotten! Fuck, after a few days of that, you must be able to hear those cum factories churning when you're laying in bed next to him! It's a miracle that he can get his jeans on over them and that he can focus while feeling, god, what must be gallons of the stuff sloshing inside them.

Now, it's not dangerous in the sense that he's due for any harm. The effects might linger for a little while and there may be some long-term swelling, but he's going to be fine. The danger comes from the fact that, when he's this full, he's got to be on a hair trigger. You've forced his body to make so much more cum than it was ever built to contain. It wants to relieve the pressure and it wants to do it now. I'm honestly surprised that you've managed to avoid bending over in front of him or flashing too much of your tits at him to make him unleash a flood of hot, white cum down the front of his pants.

I've been a beanpole my whole life so I thought the deal would be pretty sweet, even me out and all that. Well, ive lost over a full foot of height and my curves are big enough that I can't see my toes anymore, and my ass serves as my personal booster seat! I'm starting to think that this wasnt really the upgrade i thought it would be...

That's the tricky part of things like the Shortstack Virus or when people figure out how to trade IQ points for cup sizes: people always overestimate how much they can afford to lose. At least in your case, you don't really get to choose how severe your strain of the virus is, but it's almost always stronger than people expect.

The changes start out exciting enough. A little extra tit, a little bonus ass, all for a few inches that you'll barely miss. Whatever looseness in your clothes comes from your diminishing height is offset by your growing curves, keeping the fabric tight. You feel confident. You feel sexy. You feel a little clumsy, but you're still getting used to the fact that the ground is a little closer than it used to be. Who cares? You've got tits now!

But the virus still has to run its course. The ground keeps getting closer and everything else is getting bigger, especially your own curves. Your widening hips keep bumping into things. Your tits squish against anything and everything. You try to reassure yourself that this is still what you wanted, but the struggles are mounting. Things that used to be easily in reach now require you to use a stool or jump for them, which just makes your ballooning curves wobble obscenely. Now that you're starting to dip below the heights of other people, they take you less seriously, some even giggling at your shrinking stature.

It only gets worse from there. So much of your mass is shifted to your chest that the only reason you don't fall over is that your ass balanced you out. Forget trying to find a bra that fits. You're shrunk small enough now that even custom bra makers would think your measurements were a joke. You wobble obscenely with every little move you make, whether that's sliding out of bed and hitting the floor or having to hop to get up onto a chair. With your curves being your defining features, that's all anyone sees of you. Some of them even try to pick you up like a little, plush doll! It's not all bad for you, though. Your bed feels so much bigger now and so much of your time is spent laying in it, groping your huge tits with one hand while the other moves between your thick thighs. Your body is so soft and so curvy and so damn sensitive; you can't stop yourself!

Of course, it may not seem like it, but you're one of the lucky ones.

"This stuff is so amazing, isn't it daddy?" Claire enthusiastically said.

"Uhhh, sure darling. Very amazing." Her dad got nervous.

"What is it? Oh come on. Don't be coy. We're both adults now, you can stop playing dumb. Don't you think my breasts are gorgeous?"

"They're really nice.... Claire."

Claire rolled her eyes, reaching out, grabbing her dad's hand and making him grope her left breast. "Aren't they soooo soft? Don't you just want to play with them all day?"

She's been begging to breed and I just cant help it anymore, I cant help but imagine how I could change her small petite body

Listen, I don't want to be the one to break it to you, but if she's specifically begging to be bred, then it's likely that you've already changed her. Maybe not physically, not yet, but being in close proximity to her has already rewired her brain to beg for what you've got.

What you're experiencing is a lesser known side effect of those kinds of trials. Most people focus on the sheer volume of cum their producing, which is understandable, but it's not just making you cum more. The drug is making your cum more potent, more virile. You probably haven't noticed it since your hormones don't respond to it, but your cum is pumping out pheromones by the barrel-full. That wastebasket in your room that's packed to the brim with bloated condoms and yellowed tissues is sending out a constant signal that you are more than capable of filling a woman's body and making your seed take root.

Your girlfriend might not even realize that's what she's been smelling; all she knows is that you smell good—you smell really good. If you were to go into her room, I wouldn't be surprised if you found one of your pairs of boxers tucked under her pillow, her vibrator and other toys easily within arm's reach. She needs you. She needs your cum. As the trial progresses, she'll become more and more desperate, driven further into her heat as her body demands to be fucked and filled and bred and, if you don't give it to her, she'll be forced to take it.

The pregnancy will be transformative for her. With the potency of your cum pushed through the roof combining with the heat you've forced her into, we're talking quadruplets, minimum. Over nine months, you'll watch her body change not too differently from how yours has. Her hips will widen, giving her padded ass and thickened thighs the perfect sway to announce that she is made for motherhood. Her tits will swell and engorge, surging through cup sizes beyond her wildest dreams, quickly filling with milk that she'll spend hours each day just trying to empty, pumps sucking on those swollen, leaking teats. Her belly will grow slowly, at first, but as the months go by, it'll push outward more and more until it completely dominates her figure, sticking out of every shirt she owns and entering a room moments before the rest of her catches up. It'll seem like a miracle that she can walk at all and, as the end nears, she might not be able to, simply beached under the heft of her swollen, gravid body.

The smell of sex hung so heavily in the air that Randall recoiled as soon as it hit him. Rumors had swirled around campus about Maddy, the so-called mascot of Rho-Beta-Tau. Seeing her in-person simply confirmed that none of the rumors did her justice.

From the shoulders up, Maddy looked almost normal. A little button nose—an indicator of her rabbit heritage—twitched lightly in the center of her face as she dozed. Beyond some impressive curves, she might not have stood out as particularly exceptional or unusual before joining her sorority. The year since had not been kind to her and the shoulders were where normalcy ended.

Between her widened hips, her thickened thighs, and the layer of fat that padded her rear, Maddy's whole body was lifted several inches into the air by her own ass. Squished against the bed as it was, her back resting against the headboard, it spread out underneath her to nearly double the width of her shoulders.

Slow, steady breathing made her chest rise and fall and, with it, a pair of excessively huge breasts. Each one had to be at least the size of her head, maybe even close to double. They sagged under their own weight, sloping down over her body, but were still almost frighteningly full. Blue veins arced over her skin, betraying just how engorged they were, as tiny rivulets of milk dripped from her swollen, darkened nipples.

All of that paled in comparison to her belly.

God, it was massive.

Sitting up as she was, it rested in her lap and nearly reached her knees. Randall was certain that, even if she tried to reach her bellybutton, stretching with everything she had, she wouldn't be able to reach the inverted bump on the front of her belly. It was so round, so taut, almost reflective in the low light of the room. It seemed to be more stretchmark than skin in some places and, as Randall stared at it, he could see it very lightly squirm. She barely looked human anymore, so painfully, overwhelmingly pregnant.

In a movement so sharp that Randall jumped, Maddy's head shot back. Her nose now twitched with purpose, taking in quick breaths and scanning the air for something. Her head snapped in his direction. Need glinted in her eyes. Oh, God... She saw him!

Randall could only watch as she slowly and laboriously hefted herself out of bed. Her belly stuck out so far in front of her that it seemed a miracle she could stand at all. Heavy, plodding steps dragged her body towards her new friend, each footfall sending ripples up through her softest parts.

The panic that had been building since he first entered the room finally reached high enough to act. He turned towards the door, pounding against it, begging to be freed. Every time he glanced over his shoulder, Maddy was a few steps closer, the space between them vanishing. Ok the other side of the door, he could hear Maddy's sorority sisters as well as his future fraternity brothers laughing. A hand grabbed his hip. Randall yelped.

The world blurred around him. Suddenly, his back was flat against the door behind him, trapped in place by the massive belly pressed against his front. Maddy looks up into his eyes and he could see the desperate arousal burning behind them. Without looking away, her hand moved from his hip to palm the bulge that was growing despite his fear.

"Please... Bunny is so empty... Bunny needs to be full..."

Before he could protest, his belt was undone and his jeans fell to the floor. Maddy's moan was almost deafening as she wrapped her hand around his stiffening cock.

"Ohhh, yessss. Bunny needs you. Bunny needs to be bred..."

"Oh my god. I'm so fucking addicted to this spa that opened at the mall. Like I know big tits are in, but holy fuck. They're legit just pumping girls' boobs full of drugs with no prescription. No medical advice. No concern for safety or overuse. Just a short waiver stating that the spa can do what it wants to your body when you sign up. And you can't sue. That's literally it.

Each morning, She would stand in front of her full-length mirror, sunlight illuminating how they become more pronounced overnight as they continue to blossom under her careful attention. She untucked her hidden arm to cradle them as best she could manage. Judging their subtle shift since yesterday, she forms a soft smile.

“Time for a little more pampering,” she whispered as if speaking to them directly.

Every day began with a gentle ritual. Laura would prepare a warm bath infused with lavender and chamomile—scents that calmed her spirit. As she settled into the water, she would cradle her breasts, whispering sweet affirmations. She appreciated their warmth, their perfect roundness, and with every passing month, she could feel them expanding, taking on a fuller shape, rising like the morning sun. By the time she turned twenty-five, her breasts had transformed into luscious spheres that valiantly resisted gravity, soft and inviting, yet impossibly pronounced. The sheer size of them flattered her top-heavy silhouette as they also filled her life. She would even refuse to stop wearing old bras since she said, "They prefer it."

"You are beautiful," she would murmur. "You are growing strong and healthy."

Back...? Uh, Backfuh... Ummm, you mean like bouncy back at me?? Nuh uh, noooo way, like, that's totally never ever happened! I'm always, like, suuuper safe and good and smarty when I transfuh... um... like, change people and junk!

Oh, these? My boobies? My super stuffed up milkies? My super mega juicy pornballoons? Noooo, I've, like, always had those! Yah huh! They just, uh, don't show up in old pictures so good!

Hah! Gotcha! Now who's the dum dum, dum dum? These, like, aren't even panties! They just look like 'em 'cause my boxers are, like, always getting stuck in my huuuuuge booty!

Just, like, shut up, okay? You're not makin' any sense! My head is getting all hurty and stuff! Makin' me think super hard... I think I would 'member if I didn't have boobies or a big, round butt before and then—poof!—I did all of a sudden! That only happens to the people who I, like, y'know, use my changy magic stuff on!

I don't want to alarm you, but you need to get your wife hooked up to a set of milk pumps right away. You may have to be sneaky about it. You may have to force her. Regardless of how you do it, your wife needs to be milked as soon as possible.

There are two possibilities. The first is that, by not milking herself, she'll tell her body to stop making as much milk in general and, over time, the supply she has will naturally drain and stop. Disappointing, but not the end of the world, though she'll wind up with the "floppy, saggy boobs" that she fears so much anyway.

The other possibility is a lot more dramatic.

Her body might perceive the intentional non-milking as some sort of blockage and, in attempt to clear the blockage, will ramp up production of milk to force it out. Her body doesn't know that she's purposely refusing to drain her udders, only that no milk is coming out. The longer she goes without milking, the worse it'll get. Her tits will continue to swell and engorge, sloshing with more and more milk. Her production will increase exponentially, her milk glands working overtime to push as much milk out of her as possible. Her tits will become swollen and painful and huge and tight. They'll start to leak from the pressure alone, soaking into her bras and her clothes as they get tighter around her sensitive udders, until they finally erupt in milk. Fountains, torrents of milk will gush from her teats, more than any standard milker would be able to handle. And that's her new baseline, making that much every day, her whole life now dedicated to the sole task of pumping as much milk from her tits as possible.

I'd be careful around dark alleys at night, you never know when you may hear a stray moo... before getting a handful of flesh stuffed in your mouth, and feeling the warm trickle of the milk take over your whole body... soon, you're mooing too...

A primal drumbeat pounded inside Caitlin's head. The silvery light of the full moon burned on the inside of her eyelids and the heat coursed through her body. Her heart raced. Sweat glistened on her skin. Deep, gasping breaths made her chest rise and fall, straining her top. She didn't understand what was happening to her; she just knew that something wasn't right. She felt so hot. Her hands clawed at her chest, trying to get at least a little air under the shirt that clings to her body, matted in place as her sweat soaked through it. The dryness in her throat urged her to her feet and she stumbled awkwardly and haphazardly towards the fridge.

Caitlin nearly collapsed in front of it, leaning on the door for support. The cool air wafted over her skin as her eyes frantically scanned for something, anything to drink. Her body was so damn hot. Tremors shook her hand as she grabbed a bottle of water, slamming it back. As soon as it hit her tongue, she coughed and sputtered and spat it out. God, it was awful. It felt thin on her tongue, her body rejecting the lack of flavor. A can of soda wasn't any better, too cloyingly sweet. As soon as the jug of milk caught her eye, her whole body froze.

The tremors in her hand were gone as she reached out for it, entranced, and screwed off the cap. The scent of it hit her nose and her eyes fluttered. She raised the jug toward her lips and began to drink. The taste set fireworks off behind her eyes, pleasure coursing through her. This was what she wanted. This was what she needed. This was... strangely familiar.

Her eyes shot open and memories rushed in on her.

That night had almost completely faded from Caitlin's memory, just a few weeks ago. Suddenly, she remembered the cool streetlights buzzing overhead on her walk home. She remembered the quiet murmurs of mooing echoing down the alleyways. She remembered the softness and the motion of those huge tits, those massive udders, and the cow they belonged to. Most of all, though, she remembered the milk. Rich and creamy and thick as it poured down her throat, the milk filled her stomach and the cow just couldn't stop making it.

The emptying of the jug brought Caitlin slamming back into the moment. She looked at the empty container and tossed it aside. Slowly, as she turned over the memories of that night in her mind, her gaze drifted down to her chest.

Holy fucking shit, she was huge!

Caitlin's boobs had always been big—generous D cups to the admiration and jealous of her friends—now they were fat and heavy and swollen, bulging out of the cups of her bra and straining her shirt to the point of transparency. Every inhale made them seem larger, but breathing out didn't make them go back down! With great effort, her tits swelling all the while, she tried to get her shirt off and hoist one of her tits out of her bra. Her nipple, swollen and stiff, quivered in the air from the fridge. Nervously, she pinched it between her fingers and pulled.

"OOUUUGGHHNNNNN!"

A moan, frighteningly cow-like, trumpeted from her throat as her head shot back. Milk arced from the nipple, spraying in front of her. As if in response to the release, Caitlin's tits started to swell even faster. As arousal and need flooded her brain, a single word managed to bubble up to the top of the swirling, pink goop: werecow!