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It does sound nice, doesn't it? To be big and brainless? You don't have to think at all. You already did the hard part, taking an entire bottle's worth of growth pills and washing it down with milk. Now all you have to do is lay back and feel yourself grow. It doesn't take long. That many pills taken all at once floods your body and the pressure almost immediately starts building up inside your chest. God, it feels good. It feels like something you've always wanted, something you've waited your whole life for!

Your hips writhe and squirm. They ache, ever so slightly, as the growth is so intense that it has no choice but to spill out beyond your breasts. Your hands slide upward from your hips, gliding over your waist, as you move towards the expanding mounds on your chest. The anticipation is tantalizing and you bite your lip, bracing yourself. A bolt of pleasure shoots through you. Your back arches, shoving your tits upward into the air. A gasp drags air into your lungs and pushes your ribs outward, lifting your breasts that much higher. Your mind is blank. All thoughts have been blasted away. All it took was a little touch, the grazing of your finger against the side of your breast and the pleasure was immediately overwhelming. Your thoughts are scrambled as you settle back down and they stay scrambled as you start kneading and massaging your growing tits.

With eyelids half-closed, all you can do is moan and writhe. Your fingers spread apart as your breasts grow underneath them. Soft flesh bulges out from between your fingers as you squeeze them. Your clothes are getting tight. You had wanted to keep wearing them for the delectable moment of pretending like you didn't want them to be ripped apart by your swelling udders, but you're too overwhelmed by your own growth to enjoy it on that level. All you can do is claw at your clothes as they get tighter and tighter over your bust. The clasp of your bra breaks, sending ripples through your breasts, and your shirt doesn't last much longer. Relief washes over you as seams split and fabric tears and your breasts push their way out into the open.

Whatever thoughts you had left are completely obliterated as you start groping your breasts directly, pinching your nipples and tugging on them. Your eyes roll back. Your tongue hangs loosely from your lips. The deep, gutteral, lewd moans that rise from your chest are sounding less and less human and more and more primal. Your breasts won't stop growing and you're turning into a brainless, mindless, thoughtless cow!

You did your best to find oufits that flattered your shape without exploiting it. You’d spent over a year now in this goldilocks zone where you didn’t have to go out of your way to fill a sweater or bathing suit to capacity. You’d only recently reached a size that most women envied without crossing over into “that poor girl” territory, a size that made even the most modest option a risk in certain environments.

This morning is different though; sure you’d accidently shrunk your fair share of tops you figured you probably weren’t going to get that many more uses out of anyway but this previously comfortable and stretchy ¼ zip was way more of a struggle to pull on than you remember. Sure you joked to yourself about the day you couldn’t zip it all the way up anymore but also took comfort in how impossible that size would be too reach, even for you.

Your reflection was telling you a different story, however. A mix of theories, excuses and denials raced through your mind as you absorbed just how much cleavage was now packed together and piled up in the zippered opening. You could almost feel each cold, tiny tooth pressing into the overflow with each breath that pulled the knitting apart until the outline of a straining bra underneath was visible. That frenetic swirling of theories had now evaporated until only one was left but the past year, the goldilocks zone, you were already big enough, it was impossible but undeniable.

Karen had been trying to hail a cab when the car pulled up. She paused a second, confused and hesitant, and then for some reason got in the car.

There were three guys there. A driver, a passenger, and a man in the backseat with her. All of them looked at her for a second. Karen looked back. She nearly got out, suddenly struck by a wave of apprehension. She stopped when the driver spoke.

“Where to?”

He and the passenger turned away, looking out the windshield. Karen felt herself relax a little. “Well… 74 Stuart Ave, please.”

The man in the backseat spoke quietly to her. “That’s not right.”

She turned to him. He had a friendly smile, messy brown hair, and thick glasses. “What? What do you mean?”

“That address,” he said, voice soft and pleasant. “It’s not right. You don’t want us to take you there. You want us to take you to the party, right?”

Karen felt the strangest sensation. It was like something was rearranging inside her head, like tectonic plates of thought were shuttling around and reshaping geography. It wasn’t a physical sensation. It was more like her perceptions were settling into a different pattern.

She blinked, realizing that she hadn’t answered the man’s question. “Oh! Yeah. Take me to the party, please.”

The driver and passenger looked back at her, looking surprised. The man in the backseat cleared his throat, staring at them. They spun back around, looking forward, but not before exchanging excited smiles.

“I’m Tommy,” the man in the backseat said to her. “What’s your name?”

“Karen.”

“Very nice to meet you, Kitten. Are you having a good night?”

“Kitten? No, I said…”

Karen stared at him. Something about Tommy’s smile was strange. It was almost a smirk. Like he knew something she didn’t. Like he was playing with her. It was distracting.

Kitten shook her head. “Sorry. What did you say?”

Tommy smiled a little bigger. “I asked if you were having a good night.”

“Oh,” she said, “I suppose so. I was just at the library all afternoon, studying. I’m kind of tired. Looking forward to getting home and going to bed, and… um…” That wasn’t right. “I mean… looking forward to the party.” Kitten smiled. How had she forgotten about that?

“Wow,” Tommy said, voice sympathetic. “A whole afternoon stripping, huh? I bet that’s tiring work.”

“What?” Kitten said. “No, I said ‘studying’, not…” She trailed off. What was happening?

She wasn’t a stripper. Was she? She was a… a student, right? A student of… something. That was weird. She couldn’t remember what. Could she have been wrong? Was that possible? That sensation of her thoughts shifting place rose up again.

Kitten nodded. “Yeah, it’s very tiring sometimes. I love it, though!”

Tommy grinned. “I’m sure you do!”

Kitten just sort of smiled at him, unsure of what to say. He and the other guys seemed really amused by something, but she couldn’t figure out what. So she just smiled.

Tommy didn’t say much for a bit. He seemed to be concentrating on something. After a few minutes of driving in silence, he appeared to relax a bit. He turned back towards Kitten and said “I love your hair. Do you dye it, or are you a natural blonde?”

Kitten smiled, confused again. “Blonde? I’m not…” she paused, holding up a strand of her hair. Blonde. But that wasn’t… huh. “I, um… I guess I dye it?” she said, unsure.

“Of course you do,” Tommy said. Kitten nodded. Of course she did. “And how about those lovely implants, when did you get those?”

Kitten’s head was swimming now, she could barely keep up. Implants? She didn’t have implants! She looked down at her breasts, hands cupping them, and wondered when they got so big. God, nothing made sense to her right now! She didn’t remember getting breast implants, but… well, she didn’t remember having huge tits, either!

“I, uh, I don’t remember,” she answered lamely. Tommy laughed.

“I guess that makes sense. It must be tough to remember stuff when you’re such a bimbo, huh?”

Kitten shook her head, very slowly, trying to think. The guys in the front of the car seemed to lean in eagerly. Tommy watched her, an edge to his smile now. “No, I’m… I’m not a bimbo, though!”

Tommy grinned indulgently. “A dyed-blonde stripper named Kitten who gets confused by every question I ask her. Sounds like a bimbo to me…”

That sensation again, of things sliding around in her brain. This time, though, they didn’t just shift. They collided, cracked, and crumbled to dust. Kitten felt her mind just… give way.

She giggled.

“Gawd, you’re totally right,” she said. “I am such a bimbo sometimes!”

Tommy laughed again. “Sometimes?”

Kitten giggled again. “Okay, like… most times!” They all laughed. It was so funny!

“So anyway, bimbo,” Tommy said, leaning back in his seat, “you remember what your job is at this party?”

Kitten thought back. She didn’t remember, but that was pretty normal for her. She wasn’t that smart, after all. “Um… not really!”

Tommy rolled his eyes. “Typical. Well, you’re the entertainment. You’re going to serve drinks, then we’ll have you strip. After that… well, I’m sure there’s other entertainment they’ll be looking for then.”

Kitten had to think for a second. “Oh! You mean like fucking and stuff?”

Everybody laughed. “Yes,” Tommy said, “like fucking. Is that alright with you?”

“Ohmigawd, totally!” Kitten chirped. She was so excited. Tommy gestured to the driver, and he pulled over.

“What do you say we have a little preview right here, then?”

Kitten gasped, excited. “That is such a good idea!”

Sabrina looked at herself in the mirror, and snapped a picture. The new black bra and panties hugging her tight body. Each piece clinging to her tight curves and accentuating her figure. Her tiny, but strong stature and abs on display left her smiling mischievously. She let her hands slowly drag across the lace nearly painted on her skin. Her boyfriend of a few months, Thomas, had bought the matching set telling her how badly he wanted to see her “Fill them out” as he put it. She chuckled to herself as she let her fingers and eyes roam her tight figure. “Fill them out, these could barely take anymore of me anyways.” The very thought of it made her purr. “He really must want me badly if he bought me such tight lingerie” She moaned as she leaned back on her bed and began to let her imagination take control, arching her body to feel the tight press of the black lace against her warm skin. 

“He’d really have to get me filled up if he expects me to need something bigger than these. If my tits grew any bigger they would be pouring out the sides.” Sabrina’s eyes fluttered as she arched back and felt her bra grow tighter around her. “Umpph, I’d have to be taking his cock every night to get thicker.” Her hands had found their way to her soaking wet pussy, but couldn’t get inside of the fabric prison, her cunt was soaking every bit of the fabric around it, growing plush and thick, but totally encased in the lace fabric. Her hands and fingers desperately rubbed at the needy plush pussy, teasing even more moans, as she edged herself deeper. She felt her ass push out behind her causing her mound to arch up to meet her desperate fingers. Her body swelled out beneath her, as she imagined getting absolutely dicked down till bred by Thomas. Her breasts filled out, overflowing the fabric of the bra, but never breaking it, or letting her nipples peak out. The encasing of a comfortable prison seemed to grow with Sabrina. Her body was thrashing with need, sexed up to be thicker in every way, her dominant abs melted away to show a bit of stomach, her tiny tits, now compressed up to her with growing cup sizes. Rising around the fabric giving it a puffy and needy impression.  Her ass was pillowing out slowly beneath her, and her pussy seemed to be begging to be filled out, swelling fat and plump beneath her frantic finger tips, still unable to be reached. 

Sabrina moaned, bucking herself in wild control. Her mind was filled with being creampied over and over by Thomas till she was a quivering sloppy mess, her mind was blasted over and over again with the images of Thomas tearing away the now enhanced fabric. It felt clinging, and revealing. Dimly Sabrina was aware the outfit was molding itself to her new form, her sexed up body. Begging to be bred and filled. She felt her personality shifting, whereas before, the idea of pregnancy and children had been a future idea, maybe, when Sabrina was older and relaxed. Now, it was a driving need, a massive horny spike had been slammed into her brain, and if she didn’t drain Thomas’s cock soon, she was going to lose it. It felt imperative that her pussy be stuffed to its absolute brim as she moaned like a whore in heat. She imagined her breasts being perfect fuck pillows to elicit the thickest ropes of cum, being on her back tits wobbling back and forth as her pussy drained another load inside of her. Her body screamed with denial, coming closer and closer to coming, but hanging on by a thread. Sabrina slapped her own ass and ground her hips against her hands like it was her only form of communication. Body on fire dripping with sweat and bucking, Sabring felt the rush of heat again as her breasts swelled further out from her petite chest.

The fabric bent around the sudden influx of tit flesh. Sabrina’s tits swelled into volleyball size monsters that would make a pornstar blush. The nipples grew hard and thick as the fabric began to reveal more and more. Light strings took the place of lace as her cartoonishly huge breasts were hefted up into a more strappy and tight bra. Revealing everything in outlines of tight straps holding her cantaloupe sized tits in place. Her hands came up and began to massage the massive titties and grope her newly expanded nipples, she wantonly started sucking on her own breast as her thign shrunk up and grew into a tight little string wedged right over her clit, digging in slightly causing her to moan, tongue wrapped around her nipples, hands still attempting to break into their cloth prison. She could feel her mind slipping, she was on her bed begging to be free, to seek Thomas out and drain him. Shouldn’t he be home soon. Shouldn’t he be pounding into my cunt at this very moment. Draining his thick potent seed into me, swelling me. It’s what I want, it’s what this body craves. Sabrina moaned loudly as she crested another orgasam that seemed to stop the moment it started, leaving her bucking wildly. Still the now shrunken thong, wouldn’t let any fingers into the boiling wet cunt.  

Thomas had come home early to see Sabrina after she had sent a saucy pic of the new lingerie that he had bought at that spooky magic sex shop. She was practically brimming around the edges from the picture, and Thomas was excited to get home and see it in person. He was surprised that it had fit so well, Sabrina was always so hard to shop for, being so small, but this set seemed a dead match. So, when Thomas came home and heard moaning and screaming in the bedroom, and smelled soaping wet sex smells emanating from the hallway he was a bit worried. He began to run to Sabrina’s cry, unaware his cock was throbbing its way down his pant legs as he moved. As he spun and entered the room he was greeted by a thick Milf looking woman, with much darker hair, and thicker body in every direction. The bimbo was on Sabrina’s bed, moaning like a slut begging for a dick to be shoved down her throat, he watched in mute horror as his cock throbbed its way out of his jeans and pulsed angrily against his waist band. Sabrina moaned loudly and caught his eyes. “Thomas, please fill up your sexy breedable girlfriend. I need it. I need to feel your cock, please, let me feel your cock spurt inside of me, breed me Thomas. BREED ME!” she screamed, as if on que, the panties that had been so restrictive suddenly split down a seam and spread around Sabrina’s boiling wet cunt.

Her lips finally parted and free, her fingers shot inside of herself with a howl as she bucked her hips up to meet the throbbing erection. Without warning or heed of any pretext, Thomas’s cock was inside of the strange bombshell on Sabrina’s bed. Every inch dove right to the very back of Sabrina’s soaking wet pussy. Her tits wobbled around Thomas’s head as he began to buck and fuck the screaming whore. She moaned, and wrapped her hips around him, locking his cock in as deep as it could go. She felt it pulsing, knew it would only be moments before she could feel the thick seed blasting inside of her, till she could finally feel full. Thomas, attempted to pull back, to maybe gracefully blow his load on her tits. But Sabrina wouldn’t let him go, she needed it. She pumped her legs in and out, milking the last of his energy, pushing him and his now steel erection to their limit. She howled as she felt the first blasts of cum burst down her needy pussy. Thomas lashed out, howling in pleasure as he grabbed up Sabrina’s huge tits and sucked violently on the newly engorged nipples, groping and mashing the pooling flesh. 

Sabrina groaned as the final release of orgasms hit her hard. She felt each pulse of Thomas’s raging cock and watching in orgasmic bliss, as she felt her stomach bulge out from the massive load. She felt the relief of getting her man off, taking his seed like a good little breedable slut. She felt her tits glow up and began to swell under the onslaught of Thomas’s affections and passion. He was in fits, hips thrusting in and out of the blazing hot pussy, taking in the plush fuck toy with ever ounce of energy. He was vaguely aware this bombshell slut was filling out, her breasts were now almost too much to handle with two hands, and her ass was pooling behind her allowing more and more depth as his cock continuously erupted blast after thick blast. She was literally milking him dry and he couldn’t do anything. Her body went from curvy bombshell to pregnant fertility goddess, her stomach swelled out almost pushing him back, but her legs were strong and held him in place. He watched as her plush cunt thickened up and he could pull back the lips and see a glistening jelly bean sized clit slick with need. Sabrina pumped hard against the still bursting cock as she fluttered in and out of consciousness.

She couldn’t believe how much weight she was throwing around now. The black thong and string was almost nothing more than light fabric stretched around her now fully filled out body. She was a walking wet dream, already she could feel the milk in her nipples filling up, could feel the huge bulge of her stomach warm against Thomas. She purred as her body slowly began to come down. Sabrina could finally think again for the first time in what felt like hours. As she let go of Thomas, and watched as he stumbled back, a thick rope of cum coming from the tip of his cock and pooling in between Sabrina’s chunky cunt. He stared in amazement as his cock was inches longer than before and hefty in his hand, thick and still leaking, it was the cock of a man meant to breed sluts. As he looked up, Sabrina purred. Standing to her full naked height, body more pregnant than woman, dominated by her soft and luscious curves and dripping sex. She knew he would be hard again soon. And her pussy was already fluttering at the sight of that leaking cock. She hefted one breast up to her handsome man, presenting him a leaking milky nipple on a breast that was far to large to be real, a massive watermelon sized breast with a thick nipple was pushed to his mouth as Sabrina began working his cock back to full erection. “Congratulations Thomas, I filled it out,” as she gestured to the skimpy lingerie. Thomas, blinking his mouth still sucking on the nipple cock growing hard in her hands, he mumbled “Sabrina!” She shushed him. “and it looks like we might be having twins.” 

Again, tumblr doesn't approve my my pictures. So text here (I really try to get it to work here first) Story with pictures here on Blogger.

Onyx sucked slowly and languorously around the thick head of the pulsing cock. Her tongue expertly circles the crown, teasing and exploring the swollen gland with her lips. Gurgling happily, she let her throat relax and let every throbbing inch fill her mouth and slowly down her throat as she bobbed up and down. The curse had been relentless, ever since she pissed off that witch at the Ren Faire a week ago, Onyx had been obsessed with sucking cocks. Obsession was a weak word in this case. Onyx could barely think unless a cock was down her throat, her mind was constantly in a horny state of needing to be spread thin around a big thick meaty pole. Her lips bobbed up and down around the decently sized cock in her throat at this very moment. She had found a young man at the bar that had been decently drunk and wanting to fool around. Not a hard find, but finding one that Onyx could spend the whole night draining was becoming a difficult task to fill. Her body had transformed into a cock sucking machine, making every mark easier and easier to get off. Her lips had begun to plump up over the last few days, and she found that any phallic object she picked up immediately found its way between her lips, her roommate Jack had found her more than once idly sucking on a banana she had barely even peeled for her morning breakfast. Onyx felt the sudden buck of the young man's hips as his nirvana reached its climax between her luscious lips. The next actions were ordered, measured, her tongue shot down the entire length of his cock stretching to the base as it slid up the shaft urging the eruption inside of her, teasing the man by holding back the tide with the tip of her tongue as his pleasure built deep inside his balls. The churned to erupt, and Onyx hungered for more as the pressure finally broke and a torrent of semen shot down Onyx’s throat coating her insides as she felt the release for a brief moment of the insatiable hunger. Her body, still getting used to this onset of magical lust, had begun to shift the extra protein into her tits. Causing them over the last week to go from bouncy bitty B’s to C’s. With no sign of slowing down as he consumption only seemed to be increasing. As she began to milk this screaming mans seed down her stomach she held him down expertly plunging her head up and down the length of her curse’s relief. 

If she was being honest, Onyx didn’t mind the curse that much. She had always been a promiscuous little red head with a knack for getting what she wanted with a bit of extra flirting. The boost to her figure was also not going unappreciated. The first night she woke up, after the curse made her suck off her roommate and bestie at the Ren Faire in a half drunken stupor, she had thought it was weird that her favorite sleepy tank was a bit tight after all these years. So when Onyx woke up from her tryst last night and promptly kicked them out (since they “couldn’t get hard again” Humph) so she could check out her new and improved tits. She had more than doubled in size! Her cute titties had barely been contained in her old nighty, the C cups had strained the old cloth, revealing just how plump and bouncy her breasts were becoming. Now, her breasts would have shredded the tight clothing. 

Two juicy cantaloupe sized tits jutted from Onyx small frame. Her lips came together as two perfect pillows that indented to the middle begging to be pressed in by a thick cock. The man last night had been a thick boi, with a few huge loads and it showed in all the extra meat Onyx was carrying in her tits. She hefted one up, and marveled at the weight of it all. She brought her puffy nipple to her lips and let her growing tongue slide out and tease herself expertly. The [ure pleasure she felt from her massively expanded breasts and sensual nipple, was matched only by the bliss her tongue felt as it explored, prodded and lapped at her own flesh. She was both in control, and deeply lost in her own self. Each hand began to massage the massive titty towards her lips, she tried desperately to get her lips all the way around herself. But, it was too much. Her lust took over and she collapsed onto her bed, desperately humping herself silly with one hand plunging as many fingers as she could into her needy cunt, and shoving as much tit meat into her needy mouth whimpering the whole time. She hadn’t been awake more than 30 minutes before Onyx had collapsed to the floor. Her eyes fluttered up at the door that her last meal just left, makeup still on from the night before. She felt ecstasy and need, each nerve in her body was on fire, looking to get fucked or fuck something. Anything. How long she laid there on the ground felt like forever. That was until her roommate came home. 

Justin, had one hell of a time with the work conference after the Ren Faire, he knew it was going to be a tight turn around, work and play and all that. What he was not prepared for was his new and improved….. Stamina. Ever since him and Onyx had drunkenly hooked up again (not the first time, but hey what are two college besties supposed to do in a dry spell). He had been…. Well hard. For almost a week straight, hard and throbbing. Justin had tried, he really did. He avoided all the team meet ups he could, and the company socials, and pretending to be sick, or just jet lagged. When in reality he had been masturbating every spare minute. His cock shooting off massive loads over and over. He had started ejaculating into the tub, as it was easier to clean up in bulk instead of into kleenex over and over. He accidentally got caught by a young house maid at the hotel, during one of his more vocal play sessions. Only to then convince her in a performance of erotic need, and a thick massively dripping cock. The woman left a few hours later, disheveled and thoroughly fucked. After that brief period of clarity Justin finished all his work and made his exit to come home. Now as he entered the apartment he saw Onyx writhing on the floor. Her massive breasts now wobbled back and forth in her face as she moaned and played with her naked form. 

Onyx, starred up, briefly letting her fingers rest to be in shock of Justin standing there in the hallway. He was supposed to be home tomorrow wasn’t he? Had she lost that much time. No, she tried to get her mind back to the present, it was only a few hours. But then she saw it. Justin’s cock was beginning to create a quickly growing wet spot across his waist. The head was outlined perfectly in the pleat pants and if she strained her eyes past the two massive orbs in her face she could even see the throbbing of his veins. The head pulsing with every drop oozing from the head. Justin dropped his luggage where he stood. Slowly reached behind him and shut the door. Shakily, his hands came back to his front and began to undo the belt, clearly the only thing still holding together the soggy pants. Onyx’s eyes fluttered as she rolled over on her hands and knees, her tits pooling to the ground, eliciting a moan and a loud slap as her nipples dragged beneath her tiny frame. Despite her lips and breasts swelling out, the rest of her had stayed lean, giving her an outlandish top half, and a pert little bubble butt. The witch had been right, she had been transformed into the perfect cock sucker. It looked comical to Justin in the back of his mind. Onyx wouldn’t be able to stand up straight, but those thoughts went away as his cock ripped out of his pants and boxers and slapped heavily on Onyx’s face. Long stringy pearl trails lead from the tips of Justin’s cock and prison to Onyx face. She was already slimy and slippery before she began to blow bubbles and raspberries against the throbbing under vein. Justin’s cock was a raging behemoth, throbbing hugely against her pert face. Her red hair a mess wet and slippery pasted to her skin. She was looking doe eye’d up at him as the cock lurched across her face, stretching itself farther and farther, casting a shadow and leaving a trail up Onyx face.

Her remaining lipstick and eye shadow rubbed off as the cock reached its pinnacle. The head pulsed like an angry plum, thick and meaty it rested on her forehead as Onyx tongue dragged itself up and down his shaft. More than 10 inches of thick cock meat now rested against Onyx's tiny face, her lips spread out like soft pillows beneath the massive rod. She slobbered around it making it look like a huge hotdog between two pathetic buns. Justin pulled back slowly, his hips and ass hitting the door. Onyx let the cock drag her face forward till it was lined up with lips and throat. She knelt there at the tip of the head, her tongue spiralling its way down as much of the length as possible. Her eyes were in a dreamy haze mesmerized by the feast in front of her, before she felt him buck. Justin roared and shook the tiny apartment as he thrust inch after girthy inch of steaming hot cock down her tight throat. A gurgling could be heard as his balls slapped hard against the lower lips of Onyx. He was relentless in his assault, moaning loudly. “What did you do to me you cocksucking slut!” He grunted and pulled back till only the pulsing head rested on Onyx tongue, precum slobbering down her lips as she sputtered, and he plunged again. Her body shook and spasmed, her tits wobbled in a mess of precum and spit as Onyx was used as a cock sleeve for this prime cock meat. She orgasmed with every thrust, every time the salty taste of Justin’s pendulous balls hit her lips she felt her clit tingle and her body light on fire. She was in bliss, she was the big tittied cock sucking slut she had dreamed of in her most perverse fantasy, and Justin was finally putting her in her place with the thickest manliest penis she had ever beheld. A wave of euphoria hit Onyx as Justin grabbed the sides of her face and pushed himself as deep as he could go. She could feel the throbbing head deep in her throat filling her, as it exploded like a fire hose down her throat. She moaned, vibrating her whole body around the massive intruder and elicited a moan from Justin. “You did this to me, you will have to deal with the consequences of your actions, my little slut. I will use you every day, every night till you collapse. I have been in torture since gaining this cock, not knowing that my relief was at home. You will be my release, my cock sleeve, used to empty my balls and worship this cock.” Justin had never spoken to her that way. Never been so forceful, but he had never had this cock before. This need. And as he drained what felt like a gallon of cum down Onyx throat he slowly pulled back, letting every dripping glistening inch be unsheathed. Her tongue shot out, trying to lap the last bead of precum before it fell onto her massive tits. The cock wedged itself ontop of her breasts, still leaking and throbbing, it wasn’t quite as angry. Justin looked down on Onyx, he knew things had changed, that she was now his obsession. He was just stirring with ideas of how to permanently work from home when he saw it before his eyes. 

At a party, some mean girls slip something into your drink that makes your tiddies start to expand in the middle of everything. As they see it taking effect, they come over and start bullying you about it, how big you’re getting, how their cute perky breasts are so much prettier than these udders you’re growing >.<

"Oh, my fucking god! Looking at her! The cow is actually fucking enjoying this!"

You want to deny it. You're desperate to deny it. All you can do, however, is bite your lip and whine. Between the alcohol and the hormones, you know that the moment you open your mouth, any words you could think to say would immediately be overpowered by either an uninhibited moan or, worse, a needy, desperate moo!

Every eye in the living room is focused on you. The bigger your breasts grow, the growth drug slipped into your drink clearly working wonders, the harder it is for anyone to look away. You try your best to focus on the slim girls standing above you, but the arousal surging through you makes your eyes flutter, threatening to cross. So you can't speak, you can't look at them, you can't do anything. All that's left is biting your lip and letting out a keening whine as you shake your head back and forth. The slender blonde looming over you just laughs.

"Who's going to want to play with those udders? They're so fucking gross; the way they sag is gonna make me sick!"

Your mouth is finally forced open by the blonde's hand reaching down and scooping underneath your breast. The soft, wobbling, still growing flesh overflows her palm and spills over the side. She lifts it up as high as she can, nearly mashing it against your face, before letting it drop and slap against your torso. The shifting weight jerks your shoulders forward, gasping and then letting out the breath in a long, low, cow-like moan. The perky brunette to her left makes a retching sound, pretending to gag.

"Ugh, such a greedy cow! We saw the way you looked at us!" The blonde to her right nods. The brunette continues. "It took us a while before we realized what you were actually looking at! You wanted boobs like ours, perky and perfect, the ideal C-cups to please anyone. We thought it was endearing, at first. But you just wouldn't... stop... staring!"

The brunette reaches down and, to punctuate each word, squeezes your breasts together, deepening the line of your cleavage and forcing their growing mass to bulge even more out of your increasingly inadequate top. As she does so, the blonde leans over you once more, grabbing her tits through her sheer top. Perfect handfuls, just like her friend said. While the brunette is busy teasing you, the blonde takes over the taunting.

"Like we'd ever let you be perfect like us! You're already bigger than both of us combined, but the night is young, don't you think?" From her purse, she pulls out a small bottle, twisting the cap and dumping out a handful of the pills into her hand. You do your best to say "No", but you really only get as far as "N....", pleasure making it impossible to go further. What's left of the rapidly dwindling, rational part of your brain tries to calm you down by saying that you can just refuse to swallow! You won't even open your mouth! You'll-

At that moment, the brunette pulls the straps together and your tits flop out. Your nipples, bigger and more sensitive than ever, quiver and twitch as cool air rushes in on them. They aren't left long on their own, though, and the brunette pinches one, lifting it and dragging your whole breast to her lips. As her tongue, warm and wet and lightly course, drags over your nipple, your brain shuts down. Behind your eyes, there's only white. Your jaw drops open, preparing to bellow out a moan to rattle the windows, but all of that gets interrupted as the blonde clamps her hand over your mouth, forcing the pills into it.

not the Regina George route but in reverse

Scenario-wise:

Again, tumblr doesn't approve my my pictures. So text here (I really try to get it to work here first) Story with pictures here on Blogger.

Onyx sucked slowly and languorously around the thick head of the pulsing cock. Her tongue expertly circles the crown, teasing and exploring the swollen gland with her lips. Gurgling happily, she let her throat relax and let every throbbing inch fill her mouth and slowly down her throat as she bobbed up and down. The curse had been relentless, ever since she pissed off that witch at the Ren Faire a week ago, Onyx had been obsessed with sucking cocks. Obsession was a weak word in this case. Onyx could barely think unless a cock was down her throat, her mind was constantly in a horny state of needing to be spread thin around a big thick meaty pole. Her lips bobbed up and down around the decently sized cock in her throat at this very moment. She had found a young man at the bar that had been decently drunk and wanting to fool around. Not a hard find, but finding one that Onyx could spend the whole night draining was becoming a difficult task to fill. Her body had transformed into a cock sucking machine, making every mark easier and easier to get off. Her lips had begun to plump up over the last few days, and she found that any phallic object she picked up immediately found its way between her lips, her roommate Jack had found her more than once idly sucking on a banana she had barely even peeled for her morning breakfast. Onyx felt the sudden buck of the young man's hips as his nirvana reached its climax between her luscious lips. The next actions were ordered, measured, her tongue shot down the entire length of his cock stretching to the base as it slid up the shaft urging the eruption inside of her, teasing the man by holding back the tide with the tip of her tongue as his pleasure built deep inside his balls. The churned to erupt, and Onyx hungered for more as the pressure finally broke and a torrent of semen shot down Onyx’s throat coating her insides as she felt the release for a brief moment of the insatiable hunger. Her body, still getting used to this onset of magical lust, had begun to shift the extra protein into her tits. Causing them over the last week to go from bouncy bitty B’s to C’s. With no sign of slowing down as he consumption only seemed to be increasing. As she began to milk this screaming mans seed down her stomach she held him down expertly plunging her head up and down the length of her curse’s relief. 

If she was being honest, Onyx didn’t mind the curse that much. She had always been a promiscuous little red head with a knack for getting what she wanted with a bit of extra flirting. The boost to her figure was also not going unappreciated. The first night she woke up, after the curse made her suck off her roommate and bestie at the Ren Faire in a half drunken stupor, she had thought it was weird that her favorite sleepy tank was a bit tight after all these years. So when Onyx woke up from her tryst last night and promptly kicked them out (since they “couldn’t get hard again” Humph) so she could check out her new and improved tits. She had more than doubled in size! Her cute titties had barely been contained in her old nighty, the C cups had strained the old cloth, revealing just how plump and bouncy her breasts were becoming. Now, her breasts would have shredded the tight clothing. 

Two juicy cantaloupe sized tits jutted from Onyx small frame. Her lips came together as two perfect pillows that indented to the middle begging to be pressed in by a thick cock. The man last night had been a thick boi, with a few huge loads and it showed in all the extra meat Onyx was carrying in her tits. She hefted one up, and marveled at the weight of it all. She brought her puffy nipple to her lips and let her growing tongue slide out and tease herself expertly. The [ure pleasure she felt from her massively expanded breasts and sensual nipple, was matched only by the bliss her tongue felt as it explored, prodded and lapped at her own flesh. She was both in control, and deeply lost in her own self. Each hand began to massage the massive titty towards her lips, she tried desperately to get her lips all the way around herself. But, it was too much. Her lust took over and she collapsed onto her bed, desperately humping herself silly with one hand plunging as many fingers as she could into her needy cunt, and shoving as much tit meat into her needy mouth whimpering the whole time. She hadn’t been awake more than 30 minutes before Onyx had collapsed to the floor. Her eyes fluttered up at the door that her last meal just left, makeup still on from the night before. She felt ecstasy and need, each nerve in her body was on fire, looking to get fucked or fuck something. Anything. How long she laid there on the ground felt like forever. That was until her roommate came home. 

Justin, had one hell of a time with the work conference after the Ren Faire, he knew it was going to be a tight turn around, work and play and all that. What he was not prepared for was his new and improved….. Stamina. Ever since him and Onyx had drunkenly hooked up again (not the first time, but hey what are two college besties supposed to do in a dry spell). He had been…. Well hard. For almost a week straight, hard and throbbing. Justin had tried, he really did. He avoided all the team meet ups he could, and the company socials, and pretending to be sick, or just jet lagged. When in reality he had been masturbating every spare minute. His cock shooting off massive loads over and over. He had started ejaculating into the tub, as it was easier to clean up in bulk instead of into kleenex over and over. He accidentally got caught by a young house maid at the hotel, during one of his more vocal play sessions. Only to then convince her in a performance of erotic need, and a thick massively dripping cock. The woman left a few hours later, disheveled and thoroughly fucked. After that brief period of clarity Justin finished all his work and made his exit to come home. Now as he entered the apartment he saw Onyx writhing on the floor. Her massive breasts now wobbled back and forth in her face as she moaned and played with her naked form. 

Onyx, starred up, briefly letting her fingers rest to be in shock of Justin standing there in the hallway. He was supposed to be home tomorrow wasn’t he? Had she lost that much time. No, she tried to get her mind back to the present, it was only a few hours. But then she saw it. Justin’s cock was beginning to create a quickly growing wet spot across his waist. The head was outlined perfectly in the pleat pants and if she strained her eyes past the two massive orbs in her face she could even see the throbbing of his veins. The head pulsing with every drop oozing from the head. Justin dropped his luggage where he stood. Slowly reached behind him and shut the door. Shakily, his hands came back to his front and began to undo the belt, clearly the only thing still holding together the soggy pants. Onyx’s eyes fluttered as she rolled over on her hands and knees, her tits pooling to the ground, eliciting a moan and a loud slap as her nipples dragged beneath her tiny frame. Despite her lips and breasts swelling out, the rest of her had stayed lean, giving her an outlandish top half, and a pert little bubble butt. The witch had been right, she had been transformed into the perfect cock sucker. It looked comical to Justin in the back of his mind. Onyx wouldn’t be able to stand up straight, but those thoughts went away as his cock ripped out of his pants and boxers and slapped heavily on Onyx’s face. Long stringy pearl trails lead from the tips of Justin’s cock and prison to Onyx face. She was already slimy and slippery before she began to blow bubbles and raspberries against the throbbing under vein. Justin’s cock was a raging behemoth, throbbing hugely against her pert face. Her red hair a mess wet and slippery pasted to her skin. She was looking doe eye’d up at him as the cock lurched across her face, stretching itself farther and farther, casting a shadow and leaving a trail up Onyx face.

Her remaining lipstick and eye shadow rubbed off as the cock reached its pinnacle. The head pulsed like an angry plum, thick and meaty it rested on her forehead as Onyx tongue dragged itself up and down his shaft. More than 10 inches of thick cock meat now rested against Onyx's tiny face, her lips spread out like soft pillows beneath the massive rod. She slobbered around it making it look like a huge hotdog between two pathetic buns. Justin pulled back slowly, his hips and ass hitting the door. Onyx let the cock drag her face forward till it was lined up with lips and throat. She knelt there at the tip of the head, her tongue spiralling its way down as much of the length as possible. Her eyes were in a dreamy haze mesmerized by the feast in front of her, before she felt him buck. Justin roared and shook the tiny apartment as he thrust inch after girthy inch of steaming hot cock down her tight throat. A gurgling could be heard as his balls slapped hard against the lower lips of Onyx. He was relentless in his assault, moaning loudly. “What did you do to me you cocksucking slut!” He grunted and pulled back till only the pulsing head rested on Onyx tongue, precum slobbering down her lips as she sputtered, and he plunged again. Her body shook and spasmed, her tits wobbled in a mess of precum and spit as Onyx was used as a cock sleeve for this prime cock meat. She orgasmed with every thrust, every time the salty taste of Justin’s pendulous balls hit her lips she felt her clit tingle and her body light on fire. She was in bliss, she was the big tittied cock sucking slut she had dreamed of in her most perverse fantasy, and Justin was finally putting her in her place with the thickest manliest penis she had ever beheld. A wave of euphoria hit Onyx as Justin grabbed the sides of her face and pushed himself as deep as he could go. She could feel the throbbing head deep in her throat filling her, as it exploded like a fire hose down her throat. She moaned, vibrating her whole body around the massive intruder and elicited a moan from Justin. “You did this to me, you will have to deal with the consequences of your actions, my little slut. I will use you every day, every night till you collapse. I have been in torture since gaining this cock, not knowing that my relief was at home. You will be my release, my cock sleeve, used to empty my balls and worship this cock.” Justin had never spoken to her that way. Never been so forceful, but he had never had this cock before. This need. And as he drained what felt like a gallon of cum down Onyx throat he slowly pulled back, letting every dripping glistening inch be unsheathed. Her tongue shot out, trying to lap the last bead of precum before it fell onto her massive tits. The cock wedged itself ontop of her breasts, still leaking and throbbing, it wasn’t quite as angry. Justin looked down on Onyx, he knew things had changed, that she was now his obsession. He was just stirring with ideas of how to permanently work from home when he saw it before his eyes. 

"'Reality-Changing-App?' Are you seriously playing games on your phone rn?"

Just on this date alone I had gone from blonde to brunette, from an A cup to a C cup, and from 5ft2 to 5ft8! Now seeing the slider bar labeled "Butt" in the app while watching me walk away, suddenly you got a little more than greedy 😏

*FWOOOOOMP*

"Besides, if you could 'change reality' wouldn't you make my ass even bigger? I've seen your wild search history! 😜"

*SWELLLLLL*

"OOUUGHHNN FFUUUUUUCK!"

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

"You got a parcel, by the way," said Chloe, once her flatmate got home from work. "I left it on your desk."

"Cool, thanks," said Keira, tossing her backpack into the corner and hanging up her jacket. "I don't think I ordered anything though."

All Chloe could do was shrug. "Had your name on it."

Ten minutes later, Chloe was slouched on the sofa watching Only Connect when she heard Keira's bedroom door open behind her.

"So what was in the mystery box?" she asked without turning around. "Anthrax or forgotten Kickstarter or what?"

"Oh, nothing like that," said Keira. Her voice had an odd sing-song quality that Chloe had never heard before. Then she giggled.

"Did you just-"

Chloe had just enough time to pause the show and start to turn before Keira slipped something over her head. She felt plastic and fuzz behind her ears and something vaguely silky flopping down on to her forehead before she caught sight of Keira's own bunny ears and realised what was now on her own head.

This wasn't like her usually stoic friend. Keira and hijinks and pink fluffy things didn't really go together in Chloe's mind.

"Where the hell did these come from?" she asked, beginning to laugh.

That was when the pain hit. It was so brief and so intense that she didn't even manage to scream. She clutched at her head and stared in surprise at Keira, who was just standing there, grinning and giggling again.

"Don't worry!" said Keira. "It'll take a sec for the wire thingies to get into your brain but then you'll feel, like, amazing!"

Chloe whimpered. She reached up slowly, trying to remove the headband but found she couldn't move her fingers the last few centimetres needed to grasp it.

"Nuh-uh!" said Keira. "I tried the same thing but they don't let you do it. Isn't that super-smart?" She bounced up and down on her heels in her enthusiasm.

Chloe's arm fell limply back down by her side. The pain had subsided now, though she was still reeling from the shock. Had Keira said something about wires? Was something actually in her brain? She... She shouldn't worry about that.

She blinked. Some part of Chloe knew that she absolutely should be worried about that, in an abstract kind of way. But something else was saying she shouldn't be. And that other thing was, like, way louder.

Keira looked down at her friend, watching the confused smile emerge on her face and wondering if she'd looked that cute when her mind had broken. She wished she'd been looking in a mirror at the time.

"Can you feel yourself getting dumber yet?" she asked. "Good bunnies are dumb bunnies!"

"Good bunnies are..." Chloe hesitated but wasn't sure why. The pain was gone. She felt good. She was a good bunny. "Good bunnies are dumb bunnies..."

Keira clapped her hands together happily. "Say it again! Say it again!"

"Good bunnies are dumb bunnies," repeated Chloe, as the nanoscopic tendrils slithered through her brain, deleting swathes of education and opinion that she no longer needed. "Good bunnies are dumb bunnies!"

"Good bunnies do as they're told!" squealed Keira.

"Good bunnies bounce and breed!" Chloe replied with a giggle.

Keira reached out both hands and pulled her friend up from the couch. Chloe stumbled a little but stayed upright, her body still catching up to the trauma her mind had already forgotten.

The two of them danced together around the room, grinning and laughing and keeping themselves occupied while the final touches were made to the rewiring of their brains.

"Good bunnies are sexy bunnies!"

"Good bunnies are horny bunnies!"

"Good bunnies are bouncy bimbo bunnies!"

"Good bunnies make more bunnies!"

When Keira said that, something clicked in Chloe's head. She licked her lips. "They do... You totally did... You deserve a reward..."

Chloe grabbed her friend and pulled her into a passionate kiss. It felt better than anything either of them had ever experienced. Every nerve in their bodies was heightened, every touch from the other's roving hands was electrifying.

Keira's ex let himself in an hour later, with the key he had sworn to her he had lost. He found the two of them writhing naked together on the floor, hot and sweaty and still moaning in ecstasy.

"Hello, girls," he said and their eyes snapped towards him, each instantly forgetting about the other girl. "Are you going to be good bunnies for me?"