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As you kneel before the two minotaurs, you can't help but feel like a small animal trapped by predators. They tower above you, their horns look like they'd scrape the ceiling. Their lower bodies are strong, powerful legs, covered in black and brown fur. It's course to the touch, but it's thick and you can easily grasp handfuls without hurting them. However your eyes aren't focusing on any of that, no, what has drawn your full attention are the two cocks just above your head. Your hands gently stroke them as they harden. They're hot, thick, you can't quite wrap a hand around them. Slowly, they go from soft to hard under your dillegent care. They drip precum onto you, but you don't really mind. You know you'll need to clean up after this anyway. Tearing your hand away from one of them, you wrap it around the other. You squeeze with both and pull upward, a thick rope of precum drips out and onto your chest. You smile, and do the same thing to the other. The two men grunt in pleasure They're about the same size, two fists stacked covers most of the shaft, but another fist length is still exposed, and the flat head flares out just a little bit wider than the rest of it. You look up to the human faces gazing down at you. Stroking both of them again, you say, "If you're not taking turns, then the smaller one needs to use my mouth." You think it's reasonable, you can't possibly take both of them at the same time in the same hole. So the smaller of the two will have use your throat. Though, it doesn't mean much considering how big they are. They look at each other. Then one hand each grabs your head and pulls it between the two swinging members. Without thinking, you stop stroking and begin to massage their enormous balls. They're heavy and feel so full. Your tongue switches between the two of them, licking what little it can reach as they gently thrust against your head. It's hard to hear anything but the sound of skin rubbing against skin, and it's even harder to see their faces. But the two half-bovine men seem to be talking, perhaps discussing what you said. Their voices get louder, but no more understandable. Then suddenly, both hands release. You sit back on your knees and are about to speak, when the one on the right growls something at the other. He squares himself, tenses his muscles and before your eyes, his already huge cock swells. It bounces upward as blood is forced into it, the tip no longer lazily pointing outward, it stands up straighter now. You're shocked, you thought they were hard already. But that's when you notice that wasn't the only thing to change. His balls are bigger too, they hang lower and sway like water balloons. His arms and legs look more muscular as well, though that could just be a trick of the light.

The other one looks down at his friend's cock and scowls. He tenses up as well, muscle straining. And his cock swells, though it points lower now, the head dipping toward your face more. You can't tell how much bigger they are, but it's still pretty even. The second grower stops as suddenly as he began. Both cocks are throbbing still, and you reach up to them again, they're not that much bigger, or at least you think they aren't. Until your hand wraps around them. Your fingers don't even come close to touching and there's easily another half fist length on both.

But once again cutting off your words, they tense again. Simultaneously this time. You watch in shock and horror as your finger tips spread even further apart and the flat heads move further away from their bodies. You let go by instinct as they continue to swell before your eyes. You can see both men sweating. At first, it's just sweat beading on their foreheads, then it becomes a sheen coating their bodies. Their breath gets more and more ragged as they grow. Minutes pass and they're both nearly out of breath, panting and groaning. They're both unstable, they sway in front of you and it only makes the still increasing behemoth's bob and sway erratically. Precum drips from them in a constantly stream, splattering you and the floor as they try to keep balance. You tear your eyes away from their cocks and are stunned to see their balls hanging nearly to their knees. No, not hanging, so engorged that the skin is taut. You swear you can hear a gurgling, but that can't be. It must be their raspy breath and annoyed growls.

Finally, the one on the right falters. He has to brace himself against the wall. You think his growth is slowing, but it's so hard to tell. They're both gargantuan now. You dare not touch them, the giants before you are locked in a heated struggle and you fear disrupting it. But you feel like you must, they're already both far too large for you. Tentatively, you call out, only to have the words catch in your throat. A pitiful croak is all that escapes, and certainly does not reach their ears. You push one hand out to the nearest swaying thing before you. It's the one on the left. It's hanging lower than the other and is easiest to reach. You grab hold of it, tightly. The owner twitches and his gaze snaps down to you. You try to speak again, but all that slips out is "please". You meant to say, "please stop", but he just grins. He thinks he's won and you're begging him to fuck you. But the other one takes the lapse in concentration to spring ahead in the race. With one last loud growl, he clenches every muscle he can and wills himself to grow larger. It's not like the slow, constant growth that been occurring until now. It seems to shrink for a second, or perhaps he pulls his hips back, but when he thrusts them forward again with a guttural cry you see it jump in size. There is no doubt, he's won the contest. It's easily several inches longer and so much thicker than the one you're currently holding on to. He too, tries to summon the last of his strength, but can't compare.

And so, the contest over, both of them pick you up and carry you to the bed. You almost forgot what they were fighting over. Pushing you down on all fours, they take position behind and in front of you. The front works his cock under you and you watch as it disappears beneath you. It reaches down to your chest with ease. The one behind squeezes his member between your legs and you feel how far up it reaches. You're pretty sure you can feel it bumping into the other guy. They'll never fit, they're each so much bigger than anyone you've ever seen.

But they don't care. The man in front grabs your jaw with one hand and forces it open. He skillfully guides the flared head to your lips and attempts to push inside. You resist at first, but the feeling of his strong hands, and the smell of both of them, so close to you now, weakens your resolve. Slowly, he presses it deeper and deeper and soon you're watching as inches disappear into you. He moves with a steady pressure, and soon your eyes are rolling backward. You don't even know how much is left, and you're starting to not care. You can't help but want more. When you regain control of your eyes, it's at the same second that he presses you into the soft fur above his crotch. He grips your neck on each side and squeezes forcefully. It's just enough to slow your brain to a crawl, right before you feel movement at the back.

You can feel him drag it backwards, somehow managing to press it perfectly into your clit and send shivers up your spine as he moves. He draws the length of it against your clit and by the time the he reaches the end, your knees are shaking, ready to give. Then be begins to slide forward. Over and over again he forces it against your increasingly sensitive clit. By the 5th or 6th pass, your knees give out. He grabs your hips and with one final pull that has you squirming in his grasp, he positions the dripping head at your entrance. You can feel the warmth of it, the slickness from yourself and the precum. With his thumbs, he spreads your lips and at the same time, pressed the head into you. It doesn't fit, the head too swollen. But he keeps pushing and pushing. You can almost feel the head flexing against you, a soft tip forming. And then with a sudden thrust, the first few inches force their way in. It feels like your hips are being pushes part, he's so thick. But it feels so good, you can't believe it, but you want it all. You try to lean back, but the grip on your neck only tightens and pulls you forward. You moan as the flared heads drag against you from both ends. With a growl you feel more than hear, the one behind pushes deeper. He is not gentle, he pushes and shoves himself against you, each thrust moving him deeper inside. Just when you think you can't take any more, he stops. You catch your breath, or at least try to breathe around the thing in your throat. It's hard, and mixed with the slowed blood flow, your head is spinning. Your body shakes and you try desperately to get your knees and arms under you, but they don't respond. While you struggle to stand under your own strength, you can feel the one behind shifting. He doesn't push deeper, and he's not all the way in. You can't feel the fur on his legs or even the his body heat. And just as your mind begins to really wonder what he's doing, with one insanely powerful push, he rams the remaining length into you. You can feel his balls slap your thighs so hard it stings. It shocks you and you try to gasp, but at the same moment, the one in front starts thrusting. You can't catch your breath, only short gasps as if you're in stormy waters. It's barely enough, you aren't sure you can survive if this keeps up. Somehow though, you do. They don't slow or change their pace, and you get into the rhythm of it. As one pulls back, the other pushes forward. Over and over again they slam into you, their balls slapping and smacking into you painfully, their cocks pressing so deep inside you'd never believe it if wasn't happening.

Before long, your whole body goes limp, supported only by their iron grips and their cocks.

They seem to go for hours, though you have no way of knowing. You're nothing more than a toy for these two. Some holes to use as they see fit. It's only when they start thrusting at the same time do you start to come back to yourself. It feels like they're close. Their breathing is ragged, worse than it was during their insane contest. Their grunts and groans reverberate around the room, deafening you to everything else. Even your own thoughts are drowned out by the wet sounds of your holes being abused and the men's sounds of pleasure.

You thought they were close, but they keep going longer than anyone you've ever been with. When you finally feel their thrusting become erratic, you only dimly register it. What you do register vividly, is when they both slam into you at once and let out something like a bellow and a yell. Like a bull getting ready to charge mixed with a warrior's battlecry. And then you feel their cocks swell inside you, and a second later they unless a torrent. Their cocks slide back and forth mere inches as they climax. But with each passing second you can feel them forcing rope after rope into you. If the one in front wasn't already down your throat, it's a sure thing you'd never be able to swallow it all.

Even as their hips stop moving, you can still feel their cocks spasming and twitches inside you, the last of their seed pulsing down their cocks and into you. The one in front is the first to pull out. Even with how abused your throat is, you can't help but love the feeling of it sliding out. Impossibly, you almost cum just from that feeling alone. When the head finally pops out of your mouth, he briefly holds onto your shoulders for balance. His still mostly hard cock splatters a couple final ropes against your face. And then he drops you, your face sinking into the mattress, and a pool of spit and sweat that formed between his knees. With the sudden access to air and the blood allowed to flow normally, you can feel strength returning to your arms. You attempt to push yourself up, but something feels odd. Before you can understand what, the one behind you starts to pull out. With all support gone, you fall flat on the bed and the head yanks out of you. As your hips sink slowly to the bed, you can feel his seed pouring out of you, forming an enormous puddle on the bed.

You manage to turn your head in time to see him open the door, his cock still hard, but not standing nearly as tall as it did. You hear indistinct voices and the sound of the water running, glasses moving moved. You try to push yourself up again, but can't summon the strength. You lose consciousness, but it doesn't seem for very long. When you come to, the larger of the two, you can tell by his slightly reddish hair and curled horns, has flipped you onto your back and is handing you a glass of water. You gratefully accept, but quickly realize you can't gulp it down. You're still too full, you feel bloated and can hear your stomach sloshing like you just drank a liter of water. You sip it though, thankful for the break. He stands and walks to the other room, where you hear more voices and the chatter of the tv. Maybe 10 minutes pass before the same one enters and helps you to your feet. He guides you to the bathroom where he hands you a towel. You nod weakly to the tub, he scoops you up and sets you on the edge. You turn on the faucet and soon the room is filled with steam, and the tub with soothing hot water. Dipping yourself in, you can feel all the tension ease. You lie there for a long time, draining and refilling the tub with hot water two or three times before you decide to get out.

As the last of the water slips away, and you're drying off, the door opens suddenly. You instinctively try to cover yourself, but it doesn't really matter. It's him again, the really big one. He smirks at your shyness. You try to shuffle past him, but he fills the doorway. He steps forward and you immediately retreat. Closing the door, he yanks the towel out of your hands. You can't believe it, he's so brutish and pushy, but somewhere in the back of your mind, you know you're getting wet again. It's not until he strips off his pants that you start to feel the wetness build. It's soft, but the bulge in his underwear is incredible. He drops them and kicks the pile of clothes to the side. You step back again, but your legs are still weak. You stumble and fall backwards, and once again, he towers over you. His cock rests heavily on his still swollen balls. The head still leaks a little. You catch yourself licking your lips. And looking up again, you see that smirk again. He's in total control and knows it. He lunges forward and grabs your head, pressing it into him. Your body moves under his wordless command without you thinking. Immediately you begin to work on getting him hard again. One hand fondling his balls, though one is hardly enough for the task. The other begins to stroke the shaft, and soon you feel it growing under your touch. Your lips find any skin they can and you worship him. The scent of his body and the heat from the room overwhelm your reason. You release his shaft, letting it flop onto your face, as both hands work their way around his balls. The scent grows stronger and soon your head dips down too. Licking, kissing, sucking, your mind is bent entirely to the huge things hanging in front of you. You know their minotaurs, but even these could dwarf a bulls'. Both hands don't come close to cupping one of them, and despite trying your hardest, your mouth can only over so much area. Still, you try and try. As the scent grows stronger and stronger, your attentions become needy, then desperate, and finally with total abandon you begin to beg him. You're not sure what for, but you want him to do something, anything.

It's only when he suddenly pulls back do you realize that he's hard again, the tip swinging back and forth far above you. You reach up for it, like a sinner taking the sacrament. His shaft is hot in your hands, the heat instantly warms you, more than warms you. It burns, your body feels like it's ready to combust. Your fingers and toes feel like they're on fire, but the hottest part burns in your belly. An inferno rages there. Even what flows down your thighs is hot. It all burns with a glorious intensity that you can barely stand. But when the tip finally meets your lips, and that first taste meets your tongue, you know what it feels like to be baked ground blanketed with the first rain. The heat doesn't subside, but it's much more manageable.

Something more than a bodily need takes hold of you and soon you open wide and take as much of it as you can. He gladly helps you, gripping your head and pushing deeper and deeper. He quickly pushes past the point his friend hit, and the ecstasy of it empties your mind. Devoted to his pleasure your hands grip his fur, bracing against his thrusts, but it's not enough, you reach for the base of his shaft, sliding fingers underneath and behind the taut skin that supports his sack, you pull with all your might, urging him deeper and deeper until finally you watch with glee as the ruddy fur inches close enough that you can feel it.

You have no issues taking it this time, your body accepts it like a part of itself that's been missing. Tears spring to your eyes, as you think about it. You can feel every inch of it inside, pulsing and twitching with his excitement. And then he begins to move back and forth, hands firmly holding your head in place. Ecstasy floods your body as he slams into you, drawing the entire length out and pushing it back inside. His heavy balls slap against your chest with enough force to hurt, and each thrust pushes you back a little further toward the wall.

When your head finally meets the hard surface, he changes things around. He grips your head by the sides and pushes it against the wall until you can't move. Straddling your body, he fucks your throat with a speed and force only a beast like him could manage. Your brain barely registers this though, as it is too consumed with the pleasure of being used. Never before have you been this excited, this turned on. You feel the wetness sliding down your legs and puddling on the floor as he reaches his climax. With one last thrust he presses you into the wall with his whole weight, your face sinking into his soft belly as he tries to force every bit of it down your throat. And then the torrent begins. It throbs inside you as he cums, but he doesn't thrust. He grinds against you as stream after stream of seed pours down your throat. You gulp it hungrily, your muscles flexing and urging him to keep going. When he finally pulls back, you gaze in wonderment at the enormous, spit covered cock still excitedly pulsing before your eyes. He stumbles back, allowing you a moments rest. You're slow to recover, but when you manage to stand, you look into the mirror and see something that shocks you. Reaching down to your belly, you press against your taut skin, it balloons out and you can feel it slosh when you shift. It looks like you're a few months pregnant, and you stroke your belly, gazing at it with true amazement. You never thought it possible to be this full.

As you gaze at it, your hands continue to move across the stretched skin. You can't help but love the feel of it, the sight of it is still new and strange, but the feeling is wonderful. It's only when you hear his panting that you stop staring into the mirror. It's obviously had an effect on him as well. His cock is throbbing and the veins on it bulge as they swirling around it. Still breathing heavily, you watch as he braces against the wall in a recognizable stance. Your heart flutters between fear and excitement as he forces himself to grow again. Now that your view isn't obscured by swollen balls and dripping cocks, you can tell it's changes his whole body. His muscles tense and don't seem to relax at all, his body grows taller and taller, soon his horns are dangerously close to the ceiling, easily a couple feet taller than he was. His arms are bigger around than your thigh, and his cock. It's gargantuan. Before you can reach out for it though, he grabs your head with one hand. You can feel the tips of his fingers on the each side of your head, as he pulls you closer. His other hand grabs your waist and he lifts you, effortlessly. Turning you to face the mirror, he holds you to his chest. Holding you with one hand and his cock with the other, he presses it against you. The head is so close to your lips, your first thought is to reach out and try to take it into your mouth again. But he just laughs as you struggle against his grip.

Grasping you with both hands, he drags you along the length of it. The thickness is immense and forces your thighs apart. But you can't seem to care, as he moves you back and forth, pressing you down onto the shaft, making sure to spread your lips so he can play with you properly. Like a toy, he pushes and pulls you along his cock, watching as you squirm in his grip. The rough skin is soon coated in a thick layer of your own excitement, but still the stimulation sends you into a frenzy. Over and over again he forces orgasms from you simply by dragging you along his throbbing member. Soon, it's too much. You beg him to stop, to slow down, to let you catch a breath. Your pussy aches from clenching around nothing over and over. But he doesn't stop, and soon you lose yourself in the overstimulation. Your head lolls side to side as he moves you, until something changes. Your fogged brain isn't sure what, until you weakly lift your head and gaze into the mirror. His hips are bucking wildly as he thrusts against you, a thick stream of precum drips from the tip and the veins are bulging more and more as the minutes pass. You're afraid he'll cum soon. You don't want him to. It'd be such a waste to empty such magnificent balls without something to contain it.

You want him inside you so badly it hurts. An ache in the bottom of your heart and the pit of your stomach beg to be filled. And so, you beg. You plead with him to use you, to fill you up. Apparently even in his desperate state he hears you. Hunching down, he lifts you to the tip and starts pushing you down onto his cock. The familiar sensation of the head giving away doesn't come. He's too turned on, and so when he finally slides in, the whole head enters you at once. And he doesn't stop there, he thrusts upward into you as his hands pull you down. You watch in pure joy as he pushes deeper and deeper, his cock leaving a clear outfit as it slides in and out. Soon enough, you can feel him bottoming out, but not even half of it is inside. But you want it all, you need it all. So you pray, you beg the universe to hear you. You've needed nothing more in your life, more than a starving man needs food or a plant sunlight. And miraculously, he begins to inch deeper again. As you watch it, your hands slide down to your clit. It's throbbing and sore, it's probably bright red, but you don't care. You madly grind your fingers against it, and soon you're climaxing again. Your whole body clenches around the thing inside you. You can feel it get harder for him to push deeper, and it seems to excite him. His thrusting becomes more powerful, fighting the orgasm rocking your body. And so you keep rubbing, desperate to feel him fill every inch of you he can. As he pulls you nearer the base, your fingers move in a blur. As the last ounce of strength leaves you, he finally pulls you to the base of his cock. You climax one final time as he stops moving. The force of it is incredible, and you can see on his face how much he loves the feeling of you tightening around him. The outline of his cock is so clear you can see when it throbs, and you're sure he's about to empty himself inside you.

When one of his hands forces yours aside, and he takes control once again. He runs his fingers over your already abuse clit, and forces more orgasms from you, all the while still thrusting upward, battering your cervix again and again. You barely remain conscious as he fucks you, the feeling of his cock in your too sensitive pussy the only thing keeping you awake. Your arms and legs hang limp as he has his way with you. You can't be sure how long he goes on for, all you can be sure of is that he is in control, and you are just his toy. When his grunting turns more savage and deeper, and his thrusts shorter and more erratic, relief washes over you, knowing he'll be done soon. That his massive swaying balls will finally empty their precious contents inside you, completing your duty as his toy. However, it doesn't happen as you imagined. When his climax finally arrives, he grabs you with both hands, pulling down on your legs, and forcing the last couple of inches inside, just as his balls begin to contract upward. You can feel, and see, as his cock swells, the thick seed you've been so desperate to have flows into you in powerful pulsations. One, two, three, and then you see your belly begin to swell, obscuring the outline of his cock. Four, five, six. It's almost completely gone now. Seven, eight, nine. Your belly is swollen like a heavy pregnancy. Ten, eleven, twelve. The pressure is too great, it starts to leak out. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. You're still swelling, but the size blocks your view from above and in the mirror. Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen. You watch in mixed horror and glee as it grows outward with each passing second. Nineteen, twenty, twenty one. It's slowing, you can tell, but there's still so much more left. It's now squirting out around the base, down your intertwined legs. That's when he collapses backwards, his back sliding down the wall. You fall backward onto his chest and he weakly thrusts his hips, balls still pulsing. You want him to keep going, but you're too weak. Then, a thought comes to mind. You reach both hands to your enormous belly and slowly stroke it. It's hard to move your arms, but you want him to see. It takes a long time for him to notice, but he does.

Staggering to his feet, he grips you around the chest with both hands. He's side on to the mirror now and you gaze at your distended belly. Your arms still move across the tight skin, but not to encourage him. You stroke your own belly in abject joy. The feeling of being so impossibly full is intoxicating. Your womb is filled so completely with his seed, but you still want more. You need more. And he gladly gives it to you. He growls again, and you feel him start to grow inside you. Soon enough, you can see the head push above the roundness of your belly, it sticks out so clearly. You smile as you watch it disappears and pops back up as his thrusts pick up speed. It transfixes your gaze, and your hands naturally move toward it. They can't possibly wrap around the entire thing, but you squeeze tight around where it protrudes. You can tell it excited him, his thrusts grow even more powerful. Your gaze pulls away from the head popping up and down and you watch in the mirror as his thrusts send ripples through you and force more and more of his seed to spill out the bottom. You're sad to see it wasted like that, but you know he can give you more. And soon. His hips are pumping furiously as you feel him swell once again, and let out another torrent of cum. It continues to flow down your legs, but more fills you than escapes. And again, you're delighted as your belly grows bigger and bigger. He hunches over you, his hips swinging madly as you grow heavier and heavier in his arms. It's not until you feel a cold touch on your belly that you realize just how much he's pumped inside. The wet stickiness of the floor presses more and more against your skin as he continues to climax.

As it finally dies down, several minutes later, you feel him collapse backwards, his hands drag you back with him. The weight of your belly is intense, but most of it feels to be supported by his legs as he leans against the tub. It seems like the leakage has stopped, but you aren't sure if he's actually done coming or not. You can still feel his cock twitching inside you, and you're fairly sure your belly is still swelling, if only a bit. It's huge now, inhumanly so. Perhaps some of his magic has affected you. If that's the case, you want to push the limits of it.

As if he can read your mind, you feel him shifting again. Moving until his back against the messy floor, he sits you upright, your legs pined between his. And then he begins to grow again. You watch over your belly as his legs thicken and grow longer, pushing his feet toward the door, where they eventually press against the doorframe and push his body backward. Turning your head back, you see his shoulder reach the tub, his head supported uncomfortably by the rim, as if someone is about to wash his hair. His torso is easily twice the size it was in the bedroom, and he probably stands about 10 or 11ft now. But the thing you're most excited to see, is the already enormous bulge his cock makes inside you grow yet again.

Leaning back, you let the last few inches settle inside, but soon you feel another growth spurt, however not the one you expected. Once again, his breathing is heavy and loud in your ears, and his already gargantuan body heats up beneath you. Feet braced agains the doorframe, you watch as his legs lengthen, his legs bend as the confined space struggles to contain him. Soon, his knees are nearly eye level, and his hips and torso have grown so much that you can't even straddle him anymore. You lean forward, slowly but surely bending forward, even has your swollen belly protests at being constricted. Cum begins to once again pour out of you as the pressure of your movements forces it out.

Straining to look back, his shoulders are well above the rim of the tub now, head held high, and horns nearly scrapping the walls, he smiles at you with what can only be described as sinister. And thats when you feel his cock twitching, then pulsing, and finally you can feel each vein throb as more and more blood flows in. The wide, flat head pushes deeper and deeper until you watch it begins to bulge upward from your belly, nearly easily large enough to fit between your tits, if the angle was right. You think it'll stop soon, but it doesn't and soon you feel your legs uncurling as the incredibly ridged thing begins raising you upward. You struggle and fight against it, trying to shove more of it in, but it's no use, it's simply too large to fit everything inside. And before you know it the monstrous thing ceases its upward growth, and begins its outward expansion. Thicker and thicker until it nearly blocks your view of his legs. Excitement floods through you as you reach forward and wrap your arms around it. The heat is nearly enough to force you to let go, but you're far too absorbed to really care, and soon begin to bounce up and down as best you can, using your entire body to pleasure his behemoth.

It's not long before he reaches out and lofts you with remarkable ease, his hands would wrap completely around your body, if not for the sloshing, distended belly and the girth of his cock. Hugging it even tighter, he lifts you up and, using you like a toy, fucks upward his hips and arms working in unison to slam into with unbelievable force. It's almost enough to shake your grip, but you lock fingers around your arms and hold tight as he continues. You swear it slides a little deeper with everything thrust but if's so hard to tell with all the stimulation. So much, in fact, that you start to black out. Your arms go limp, as soon the rest of your body does too, head lolling side to side with each thrust.

When you finally come back around, you aren't sure how long you've been out, but you are sure what brought you back is the feeling of his muscular abs and thighs pressing against you, off and on as his immeasurable stamina allows him to use pound into for god knows how long. Shocked to sudden awareness of what that means though, you attempt to look around, but can't see anything as it seems the lights have gone out, or that you've been out so long the sun has set. Either way, you can feel as his bucking hips and rough hands abuse your aching body. Where his hands grip you hurts the most, and you're sure there's bruising. Reach hands out blindly, you tough the bulge extending upward from your belly and while you can feel it moving, the tip is so far inside that not even his long arms would be able to pull you off it it right now. Sliding down the jerking thing, you can feel the veins and contours, until your hands once again find your belly. Still swollen, you tace the edges and find that it's much larger than it was before, he must have cum two or three times while you were blacked out.

A sudden pain stabs your eyes as the door swings open, and the other minotaur walks in to the room, still naked and growling something about taking hours, but he stops dead in his tracks when he sees you. Your eyes plead with him to help you, but as you're about to beg him to help, he lunges forward and grips your head as it bops up and down, he forces a finger into your mouth, and then a second as his other hand reaches down and grabs his soft, but still enormous cock. Forcing your jaw open wide, he shoves the head inside and starts stroking the shaft. Soon, he's hard enough to push it further down your throat, silencing any complaints or pleas. Still not fully erect, you feel it sliding deeper and deeper as he gets more turned on. And just when you think it's stopping, his chest begins to heave, and you know whats going to happen next.

He rapidly grows taller and taller, his horns actually gouge holes into the ceiling, but he doesn't stop, he simply leans forward to tower over you. And soon, just like his body, his cock swells to match his size. By the time it's done, you can't even move your head side to side. But still, the one on the floor continues to pump you up and down, but now you're stuck, like a train car stuck between engines. Your hands weakly lift up, you want to push him away, but before they can even reach up to his thighs, they come into contact with his balls, engorged and clearly needing release. You try to work your hands up to his waist, but it's no use, you're body is too weak to move at this point and you have little choice but to let them use your as they see fit until finally satisfied.

The first week of Stella's thirties were a blur. She could hardly tell where one day ended and the next one began. If she had really focused, she might have been able to tell the difference between warm daylight and the cool streetlamps peeking in around her blackout curtains, but her focus was entirely elsewhere. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air of her bedroom. Under her desk, a wastebasket sat overflowing, lost in a mountain of spent tissues caked in cum that was at varying stages of drying and hardening. Thick ropes of it were splattered across the walls and over her bed. More so than ever, her room had become a den of hedonistic pleasure. The lewd moaning and the sounds of sex blasted out of Stella's headphones, almost completely covering the rhythmic plap! plap! plap! of her colossal tits slapping against her thighs, her cleavage lubed up by the precum that gushed from the tip of her pillar of a cock.

This time last week, Stella had been completely different. For starters, she was monstrously drunk. Who could blame her? It was her thirtieth birthday, one that represented the threshold into the life she truly wanted to live. The first half of her twenties had been spent figuring out who she was and the second half had been spent becoming who she was always meant to be. Her thirties would be the time to finally just be that person! If you had asked her sober, she would have said she was happy with the body the hormones had given her. Drunk, however, there was one shortcoming that she was desperate to fix. She staggered around the bar, going up to each one of her friends, thrusting her chest forward and begging them to pinch her tits. "Come on, please? A pinch for an inch? All I need is a couple of inches and I'll be good! I promish!" Stella giggled at the stunned flustered expressions on her friends' faces. Her giddiness only grew as she finally did get a pair of pinches, two on each breasts. But, it came at a (playful) cost, one of her friends pinching her bulge, suggesting that the extra inch down there was a birthday present from her. Stella tried her best to hang on to her faux indignity for as long as she could before erupting in yet more giggles, collapsing into her friends. She was just so happy.

"Guughhnnn..."

Stella grunted. Her hips tensed, pushing the nearly three-foot-long column of cock upward through her own cleavage. Her arms did their best to wrap around a pair of tits that had made two laps around the alphabet and were making their way towards a third. Between her thighs, her swollen balls (each nearly as big as her head) tensed and yet another in a countless line of loads sprayed from the tip of her cock. Most of it rained back down on her own tits, adding to the slick mess between them, while some of it landed on the floor and a little landed in her own hair.

Listen to me. This is very important. If you are "afraid" that you might start liking it, then you are definitely going to start liking it. That "fear", such as it is, is just you recognizing the inevitable. This may seem, at first blush, like bad news, but that couldn't be further from the truth. The sooner you stop fighting against what you know, deep down, to be inevitable, the sooner you can embrace it!

There's nothing that says you have to stop being a dude. You can be whatever you want to be, whatever feels right. If you want to be a dude with massive, milky knockers, an ass that enters a room minutes after the rest of you, and lips that could suck the chrome off of a trailer hitch, then that's fine! However, if you try to fight against something you enjoy, something that feels good, then you're just wasting time. You can already feel yourself enjoying it. That's why you're afraid, because you're already loving it. The sensations of your body bouncing and jiggling, the attention it brings you, the sensitivity and the way it feels when you rub your hands over your sensual, growing curves. Who knows when you're going to stop growing? It could be tomorrow. It could be a month from now. It could be a year from now, when your tits are too big to reach your swollen, gushing nipples and your ass takes up an entire couch! You could spend all that time trying to pretend that you don't enjoy watching your shirts get tighter, that you hate the mind-melting pleasure of sucking the milk out of your own udders, that you resent all the people looking at you with lust and envy, but that's so much effort.

What's the worst that could happen if you embrace it? Hm? You start dressing to accentuate your curves? You start showing off your body to anyone and everyone just to see the looks on their faces? You spend a little extra time every day standing in front of the mirror, groping yourself and salivating over your own body? Untold amounts of pleasure wash over you as you fully let yourself enjoy getting your colossal, milky udders pumped and drained? You have your pick of people who would give anything to just see your body, let alone touch it or play with it? And you're going to deny yourself all that because you're hung up on whether or not a dude should have a body like that.

Just an idea inspired by your original story. If it strikes you, I would love to see what kind of story and/or image pairing you could conjure with it. 💋

P.s. your work is so good, it’s why I made a tumblr.

Goodness, you flatter me! Thank you very much for the kind words! I'm always a bit astonished at the idea that I could be inspirational, but I'm very glad that you found me to be so! And I'm glad you joined us! I really like your idea, too!

Addison sat up in bed and was immediately pulled back down. The impact back onto the soft mattress made the colossal udders that sat on either side of her slender torso jiggle and slosh like they were full of water or, more accurately, full of milk. A deep, frustrated groan built in her chest, rising with her anger. These stupid fucking udders! God, she fucking hated them! She just wanted C cups! She just wanted to not be flat as a board! But they never stopped growing, never stopped swelling, never stopped engorging with- Shit.

A damp spot near her fingertips reminded Addison that her little pity party had a time limit. If she was to go about her day, she'd need to milk her udders, another huge fucking waste of her time that wouldn't be necessary with the cute breasts she had wanted. Sliding off the side of her bed nearly brought her crashing to the ground. The swing and hang of her boulder-like tits threatened to drag her off her feet and, as much as she hated to admit it, she knew it was only a matter of time before they did. She could practically feel them growing and, while engorging with milk overnight made it hard to tell, she knew she was waking up bigger than when she went to sleep.

With gravity pulling in a new direction, Addison had to fight back against the instinctive letdown that her gargantuan udders wanted. She needed to get over to her breast pumps first. While she could have moved the milking station closer to her bed, she refused to do so on principle. She refused to let her tits take over her life. Every inch of ground they took was wrested from her by force and she wasn't ready to surrender. She wasn't some big titty bimbo, after all. She never wanted to be bigger than a D cup. She had read online that DD tits start to cross into the territory where you have more tits than brains and the thought of that had been sickening. Now, she tried her best not to think about it, especially as she all but dragged her enormous udders across the room. Each heavy footfall sent her tits wobbling and swinging and every time they clapped together, however lightly, Addison tensed. She ignored the light patter of her leaking milk hitting the floor. She refused to acknowledge her tits in any way. She wasn't a bimbo. She was better than this. She-

The world spun and the ground slid out from underneath Addison's foot. Stepping right into a puddle of her own milk, she slipped, gravity finally winning out. Thankfully for Addison, there was a table there to help catch her fall. Unfortunately for Addison, she landed on the table tit-first. Between the weight of her own body and the force of the fall, she squeezed her tit against the table a milk fired like a jet from her nipple. Despite herself, despite everything, Addison howled out a moan. With a pathetic look on her face, she glanced at the milk now gushing from her tit and then over to the milking station. It was just a few feet away, but she told herself it was too late. She was just going to have to do it manually.

As she wrapped her hand around her nipple, having to really reach around to the other side of her udder, another moan trumpeted from Addison's throat. "Fuuuuck! Fuck these fucking udders! They're so fucking biiiiig!" Each squeeze sent milk spraying out and waves of pleasure washing over her. Her arousal was like a spring. Shame and denial had wound it up right and now all that pent-up energy was being released. One tit rested on the table while the other hung down from her chest, the perfect spot for her to push her hips forward and grind against it. "Uughnn, fuuuuuck! My huge, milky titties are turning me into a fucking bimbo cow! I've got more tits than brains ten times over!"

Slightly repositioning her hips wedged her tit between them and the side of the desk. Once she knew it wasn't going anywhere, her hips started to move in earnest. Each thrust came a little bit faster than the last. Milk splattered at her feet. "I didn't want these fucking udders for this exact reason! They're turning me into a boobie-obsessed slut! Can't go more than a few hours without milking my huge udders! Can't go outside without everyone gawking at my gargantuan, slutty titties! Everyone wants to touch them! Squeeze them! Suck on them! Drink from them! I should just give in and fucking let them!"

With a sudden lurch, Addison's body bent forward. Her face was smothered by her own udder, perfect to muffle the lewd scream that ripped out of her throat. Her hips started to properly swing, the steady sound of her thighs clapping against her tit filling the air. Her face was red when she lifted it up again and hair matted to her forehead, but her eyes were rolled almost completely back. She bit her lip. "I should just give up being normal and enjoy them while I can! I won't fucking stop growing! I'm gonna get bigger and bigger until I can't even fucking lift them anymore! Then all I'll be able to do is hump! My! Fucking! Udders! All! Fucking! DAY!"

Addison punctuated each word by doing exactly that, finishing by squeezing her breast between her thighs. Her hands kneaded all the tit she could reach. Her throat was hoarse. She was so fucking close. "I'm just tits! I'm just fucking tits! Not Addison! Not Addie! No future! No life! Just tits! Just big, huge, gigantic, jiggly, juicy, milky TITS!"

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.

"News Update. Those infected with Bounce Virus should stay still where they are, doctors report IQ loss, increased lust, and intense transformations." Zoey vaguely heard the news reporter on the TV above her, but didn't care.

"Got... got to get... fatter ass..." Zoey's voice was slurred as she felt her lips tingle, and her nipples beaded in her shirt. "Get... sexier... get.... fatter... virus good.... virus good!" Zoey squealed out as she felt her asscheeks immediately balloon, causing her ass to turn her shorts into a skin-tight thong. Then she felt her bra shudder and snap as her breasts doubled in size, and her lips thickened and gained a thick, glossy sheen.

But even as her mind was swallowed by a deep, neon-pink miasma as her pussy quivered and drooled with wanton desperation, Zoey didn't stop bouncing. Bigger... bigger... bigger... BIGGER!!! The ravenette thought as she moved faster and made her tits and ass bounce and clap harder to make her body expand and thicken up even more.

and I wish that my friends knew and they thought it was hilarious/hot that they could just casually rub them and see me become a drooling, wet, stupid mess

Like, mid conversation they start just rubbing super gently and I can continue a bit but then they give a good squeeze and I physically can't restrain myself from moaning and leaning into it

As long as they keep playing with my nipples, they can do anything to me and I won't be able to resist. Someone sucks on them for a bit and I'm grinding and humping against them, mindless

They strip me, put nipple suckers on me, attach some weights to those, tie my hands behind my back so I can't get them off, and watch me shake as I deal with how horny I get every time I move even a bit. They might pull me over, slide a cock or fingers inside me, fuck me and make my tits bounce, or they just slap them to make me moan and drool from the stimulation...

Maybe they even attach vibrators onto the suckers, and watch me cum my brains out for a while... They could do anything they want to me as long as my nipples stay stimulated

By the time they finally take pity on me, it's been hours (or even days, maybe months?) and my nipples are so swollen and sensitive, they're super stretched out and thick, the air on them makes me cum so hard I collapse, and it's another half hour before I can even register I'm in some shady adult shop, with one of those massive special order super thick monster dildos inside me, and my friend who took me there told me they thought it was hot/funny that they were able to shove me down onto it with no resistance because of how stupid I get from my teats

as a trans gal, while I love what E is doing for me I could really use some acceleration in the chest area. and what better way is there to grow some plausibly deniable B cups into some fat, saggy, leaky, messy J cups?

Imagine what you can do to accesorize with those! Nipples permanently gaped and leaky means you could get some very fine decorative plugs. What a reveal that would be on a date/hookup too~ pulling off a bra with an audible slosh (after all its probably been a few hours since theyve been drained) to reveal sparkling gold plugs contrasted against thick, dark, well used nipples. Hopefully the date's thirsty or is really into the idea of some unconventional lube~

I say Js but I'm not sure I'd ever stop, taking bigger loads just to keep my tits feeling full, always pushing their capacity bit by bit. Bras getting ruined with commingled cum and milk stains and being replaced with the next size up. Realizing that the plugs are getting loose when milk starts visibly leaking through my work shirts. Struggling more to find plugs the next size up before just settling on using some knotty toys. Eventually having to size those up too~

Wistful sigh

(also your girl here may have a bit of a thing for weight gain and has been getting a bit of pudge off her own supply (regularly being thickened with cum sure doesn't help) but that's perhaps just her own fantasy)

Fuckkkkkk yeahhhhhh more nipples fuckingggg.

Her pussy gushes at the thought of seducing you with massive, wobbly tits that have slowly outgrown her showy clothes, until they’re constantly engorged, bouncing, and squirting milk through the fabric of her clothes, and she can’t hide it.

She secretly pumps her big breasts every day while fucking herself nonstop to porn of bustier girls, with their fat, jiggly boobies overflowing from their bras, getting bounced and groped, oiled up, fucked by big juicy cocks that their cleavage swallows completely. Her pussy gushes hard as she fantasizes about fucking those massive milky titties with her cunt, squirting her creamy pussy juice all over them and into their cleavage. All the while her own fat, milky boobs shake jiggle with the force of her orgasm, inviting them to do the same thing to her next.

Title: One Night in paradise. Wordcount: 5005 Kinks: impregnation, eggpreg, tentacles, sex toys, mtf sex, latex, multiple holes, anal, dick milking, cumming dry, ovi, egg laying, magic sex toys, living sex toys Synopsis: Tanya's been running an OF account for years, enjoying getting off for money. One day an anonymous fan sends a tentacle shaped toy which changes everything. Trans fem main char w tits and a dick.

“Hello, my darlings,” Tanya was lounging back on the camera, the picture of calm and control. The confidence didn’t come from nowhere, of course; she had been doing these lives for rather a long time now, and the initial nerves were long since faded away. In fact, as she let her eyes linger on the steadily increasing viewcount, it was a not unpleasant boost to her ego. Tanya, styling herself on the platform as Tanya Lovin’s, had started out with a kind of cautious fear. She had questioned herself, too, at the time; the criticisms levelled at her for doing this kind of work had somewhat… bothered her.. The idea that it was fetishistic, that she was contributing to abusive behaviour, that she was ‘part of the problem’. And she’d had to block plenty of people who very much fit that stereotype.

Then she’d realised that she was hot, she was sexy, and she loved being sexy on stream, so what shit did she have to give about people who would never have been happy with her regardless?

You know how theres long distance toys where a partner can be on the other side of the world but still control it? like those lovense vibes? (inspired by @bredpun's egg toy posts)

I wish there was a toy that was that for eggs and/or cum  😩. Logistically yeah I know this would be a nightmare and  the person using the toy would have to load the eggs into the ovipositor and would be limited by the number you owned but just imagine if it was possible 

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You’re sitting at your desk, working from home, trying to focus on a spreadsheet while your mind is miles away, tethered to your partner’s office across the city. They know you’ve been useless all morning—they know you can’t even think straight when you're empty, that your brain only starts to click into gear once you're properly filled up. The toy is a  familiar weight deep inside you. Suddenly, the first pulse hits, a deep thrum that makes your breath catch as you squirm in your chair.

Thump.

The first egg materializes, a slick, heavy displacement. It’s a sudden, needy pressure that makes you moan, your hips bucking against the seat. You can almost see them leaning back in their office chair, eyes dark as they hover their thumb over the "Generate" button, finally giving you the “fullness” you've been aching for.

Thump. Thump.

Two more forced in, and you’re already squirming from the pressure. You’ve been craving this all morning—this heavy, rounded fullness. You reach down, your hand trembling as you cup your lower belly. It’s already starting to firm up, a slight, hard curve pushing against your palm.

Thump-thump-thump.

Your partner slides the delivery to "Rapid." You gasp, your head falling back as the infinite supply floods you. The toy whirs, a high-pitched purr vibrating against your cervix, summoning eggs faster than you can adjust. You’re stretching. You’re growing. Every new arrival is a blunt, pleasurable intrusion, making your internal walls expand until you’re moaning from the sheer volume.

The fabric of your leggings goes sheer as your stomach distends into a heavy, taut lumpy dome. You watch in a daze as your midsection swells, your navel shallowing out until it’s just a memory. You’re huge, your stomach shelfing over your lap, packed so full that the eggs bump against each other internally—a sensation that sends jolts through your spine.

"More," you whisper, your voice thick. "Please, just fill me up. Make me bigger."

As if they heard you, the toy’s vibration kicks. It’s the "Settle and Pack" protocol, vibrating the massive weight to push the eggs together, clearing just enough room for the next wave. Your stomach jumps and ripples, a visible proof of their remote control. You are in ecstasy 

The spreadsheet is a blurred memory. You are visibly distended, a heavy, hard dome pressing against your shirt, packed so tight you can only take shallow breaths. You’re addicted to this overwhelming fullness.

Suddenly, your phone flashes. It’s a video call. You fumble to answer, fingers clumsy. Your partner’s face fills the screen, a playful smirk on their lips as they look down at where your shirt is straining against the crowded clutch. They know exactly how much better you feel now that you’re properly occupied. On the screen, you see their thumb hover, then slide the toggle from Generate to Infuse.

You gasp as the toy shifts to a high-pitched whir. A new sensation hits—a hot, heavy rush. It’s a thick, pressurized flood of fluid, filling every tiny space between the eggs. It feels like pouring concrete into a jar of marbles. The pressure doubles instantly. Your stomach doesn't just grow; it tightens until it feels like a drum skin, your belly letting out an angry, muffled gurgle from the sheer mass.

On the video call, your partner watches your expression fracture.

“Touch yourself for me,” they command, their voice rough. “Show me how big I made you.”