Swelling Desires

"If'th you loo' a'th mwy s-s'wides, you'th can s'wee th'at ith bin a g-gwate q'water," you all but managed to get out the words in front of your colleagues, your Directors, and the company's Sr. Vice President of Sales.

Sure, it took almost twenty seconds to say something out would verbalize in only five...

Sure, you might have drooled all down your white button-up shirt while doing so...

And sure, your mouth may now be locked in an almost comical 'O' shape — much like the 'mouth' of a blow-up doll — when you weren't talking...

But this was just your new normal, now.

And frankly, the changes to your body and speech weren't even the cruelest, or hardest part of the curse to reconcile with. It was the fact that (to everybody else around you) this was just how you'd always looked and sounded!

You were known as 'the big lipped closer', 'the filler filled fixer', or 'the drooling sales savant'.

Your boss, your colleagues, your friends, even your girlfriend all just knew you as the same person you'd always been, but with a life-long obsession with getting more, and more, and more filler in your 'famous cock-socket' (as 'mouth' and 'DSLs' never seemed like a good enough description, for what you were or what you'd done to yourself).

"Th-Th'wank you f'wor y'wor t-time'th!"

"Fuck!! They're so... so, umm... like... super milky an' growing still!!"

The wish you'd made hadn't been the most egregious when it came to 'poorly thought out commands given to an eldritch being of cosmic power', that I'd ever seen...

And on the surface, an entirely reasonable and fair wish...

"...I wish that my IQ was directly linked to how big my breasts are..."

That's all you had said, and all that the entity you'd summoned used as their 'basis' for completing the required contact that now existed before them.

"...Very well mortal, your immense knowledge is now directly tied to your bosom's size, composition, and production. The contract is complete..."

Then, in a flash, the unknowable and formless entity vanished without a trace, leaving you with natural and full E-cup breasts that strained against your B-cup sports bra in a comical fashion...

That was a month ago.

What happened in the intervening thirty-ish days has been more than you could have every bargained for, and certainly more than you (or at least, the 'you' that you were) would have ever wanted.

See cosmic beings of incomprehensible origins aren't going to be the most 'aware' of human biology, and will take the wish that is put before them as literally as possible.

You wanted larger breasts that was directly linked your intelligence - you got that. Now your extremely full and very productive milky breasts have accelerated to E-cups, but the hormones & biological processes that made it possible are still running...

And if your breast size is to be directly tied to your intelligence as it was at the beginning, then it's a simple matter for a fifth-dimensional being to tie the mental concept of 'IQ' to the biological process of 'milk production'.

Sure it started small, with a little 'softening around the edges' of your mind...

"...Sorry for being late to the management team all-hands, I got lost in something and missed my Calendar notification..."

And add mistake here or there...

"...I don't understand, I've done this process, like, a hundred times before... why am I getting so lost on this..."

To larger and larger 'goofs' on the daily...

"...Like, ohmygawd!!! Boss!! I'm like, so sorry for getting my iced frappe all over you!! Can I, like, help you clean up at least..."

But as your intelligence slowly drained and converted to more milk... denser breast tissue... perkier breasts... and a lowering sense of what 'lewd' and 'inappropriate' meant to you...

No one around you saw things as anything other than 'Just Kat being Kat', and acting/looking as (to them) you had always been.

"...Well there's our favorite Administrative Assistant, here to brighten our day are you Kitty Kat..."

It all felt so natural...

So peaceful...

So bouncy and milky...

Just as it had always been for you your whole life. After all, you've always had your big milk tanks to get you through life. How else were you going to survive when you've spent your whole life with the IQ of a fake house plant?

"Something wrong girl?" your officemate Clarissa asked, seeing you staring off into the middle-distance (though far for the first time), "You're lookin' a little 'spacier' than usual over there."

You know it's past time to stop this.

You know that it'd be irresponsible to coat your cleavage in another load of your own thick cum.

You know that it's getting harder and harder to resist the addictive, pleasure-filled, and visually satisfying act of painting your expanding breasts with your seed & watch them expand.

But it feels so fucking good to inflate your titties, this way.

The 'curse' (if you can even call it that) was so basic, and completely not tailored to you. After all, you're a trans lesbian, with a cisgender girlfriend! Who was going to cum on your chest in the first place!?

So naturally, with such a 'gap' in the witch's logic, you had to make use of it. After all, this was essentially, free magical gender-affirming care now!

No thousands of dollars for a surgeon's deposit.

No weeks of recovery, reduced mobility, or time off work.

You could just angle your hips, aim your girl cock, and jerk it to the vision that filled your field of view now — expansive, perky, Bimbo titties of your very own.

I mean yessssss... they'd grown far larger (and more 'fake' looking) than you originally intended or wanted them to be...

And yessssss... it was past the point that it was starting to impact people's perception of you at work and in public now...

And yessssss... your girlfriend has already begged you to stop coating your own chest everyday, at least once a day (that she's aware of, at least)...

"I should listen to her," you think quietly as you contemplate her fears and pleas, "She's right... I can't keep doing this to myself..."

You look down at your H-cup Bimbo Tits as they are... how they're gently framed by your (recently dyed) platinum hair, and your as-hard-as-it-gets these days 5" cock, "Was it always this size?" juts out slow and between them... before, finally, making a decision...

And this time, sticking to it.

You are sure of your resolve this time... you will stop cumming over your chest over and over again, just like your girlfriend asked.

...

Here, you can hold these for me!

Sometimes even us 'givers' need a helping hand... or two, and after my attempt at helping someone backfired (or 'frontfired', technically) on me, I was left with these dozens of pounds of tit-flesh.

Not that I mind having Q-cups every now and then, but I'm really trying to keep up with my cardio this month...

Besides, I just know if I let myself get too comfortable with these over-productive milk-tanks I'm going to be in a milking frame getting them nursed by industrial pumps, and my IQ will be in the gutter before the week is even out.

You understand, don't you?

That what I get for trying to help a femboy achieve their 'Extreme Hucow Brainless Milking Stock' dream, when I'm not paying attention...

Oh well, you'll be fine I'm sure...

Your man melons certainly are lovely and lavishly sized, so I can absolutely see and understand the need you feel to ensure that all parts of your body are just as manly as your boy breasts already are!

I can't be too hard on you, though...

It's got to be a difficult enough life for you on the daily, as it is...

I mean you'd think in 2026 that society would've caught up a little, and finally widened the average / default doorway size in homes and commercial buildings to accommodate those big butt boys amongst us that just have such catastrophically obscene BBLs...

Like you must struggle to get through any normal doorway without going sideways... and even then! What is that rear glute-projection at now? Like 1.5ft of shelf alone, almost 3ft from the front of your body to the further point at the rear?

Still, I commend you for making such a choice and choosing to have the most unnatural and cartoonish, fetishized slut butt possible.

DINNNGGGG

Another notification echoed from across our sectional sofa, as I watched you play with your phone, the glow of my 'Beach Day with the Girls' selfie still illuminating your slightly shadowed face.

"Fuck, it feels good that he's still so obsessed with my body, even after all these years... I'm so lucky!"

DINNNGGGG

Another alert from his phone, as I get up to go pour another glass of wine for myself for the evening... barely catching an 'under the breath' few words from him, "...assholes...no patience...just jealous..."

I shrug it off just thinking that it's some drama to do with their FIFA World Cup rankings, or someone's being a dick to someone else in the group chat about who's on 'Beer' and who's on 'Beef' duty for their next camping trip.

DINNNGGGG

DINNNGGGG

"Jesus, they're really-"

POP

"-going at it," I quietly say to myself, as I uncork another bottle of Merlot... but something feels... off...

DINNNGGGG

DINNNGGGG

DINNNGGGG

A pressure... a hot, dense pressure begins filling my chest... a sensation that can only be described as... something expanding inside my breasts... something... inflating...

DINNNGGGG

DINNNGGGG

"A-AYYYYY!" I barely stop myself as I collapse to the floor of our apartment's kitchen, my black lounge dresser stretching more... and more... and more as my breasts expand in rapid, unceremonious bursts of 'inflation'.

DINNNGGGG

"B-BABY... I... I N-NEED oh fuck I N-NEED HELP!"

DINNNGGGG

DINNNGGGG

DINNNGGGG

I feel myself start to pass out from the shock of it, as I collapse atop my still expanding soccer ball sized titties, as I hear my boyfriend's footfalls approaching.

"Fuck," I drift more and more into darkness, but can see and hear him getting closer even as I begin to faint in earnest, "Chad wasn't lying... he's such a dick... still..."

ZZZZZZZZIPP

"...might as well enjoy this until she wakes up and kills me." with those being the last words I hear him say, and his erect and leaking cock being stroked in his hand the last thing I see, I finally fall victim to my body's stress-induced need to pass out, as I feel and hear my breasts swelling more and more as I do...

...

When you made the well-intentioned and earnest wish of "I wish I had the ideal body for my girlfriend," you couldn’t have know that you'd end up quite like this.

You knew your girlfriend had something of an 'appreciation' for women with larger busts — her IG feed was constantly filled with a cornucopia of 'breast foot forward' content creators — and assumed that you’d get some DDD-cups... maybe E-cups... maybe some smoother skin... presumably gain an inch or two in height... and that'd be that!

Not this...

"Oh no, sweetie! You look so flushed and so focused... are your milkers getting too full again?"

Instead, you have this...

A pair of breasts that store more milk than a cow's udders, and so over-sized and full that they make any shirt become all-but transparent as they stretch it out...

But more over, you have a fearsome level of milk production... and now... if you find yourself going more than twelve hours without at least some form of relief, or even a 'quick pump', the pressure inside them grows to painful degrees... and you watch them visibly swell, and stretch more and more until you're properly 'serviced'.

"Sorry guys, Tits over here needs some love. Give me a mo'?"

Nina's happy now, though...

She gets to have her 6' 6" tall R-cup ladened milky hucow toy... and she keeps talking about 'business opportunities' for her milk now, so at least you both don't have to worry about money any more.

So that's... nice...

Well, now... you didn't let me know how big your cock is, and I would never want you coming back dissatisfied with the results...

So I've gone ahead and 'pumped up' your girlfriend's breasts with 1600cc of silicone per breast. That should make sure they are more than big enough, and more than firm enough for you to squeeze around your cock!

Of course...

If your cock is too small to properly fuck them...

And if her newly pumped up breasts swallow your shaft completely...

Obviously someone wasn't paying attention when I made it clear that there had already been hundreds of people asking for the 'biggest breasts possible'...

Well that's fine, I'm not mad...

I'm not even a little perturbed...

And I certainly wouldn't stop you from getting what you're seeking, as best as I can...

So please, enjoy the pleasant fullness and sloshing, creamy goodness of your huge milky hucow udder-tits, my unobservant friend.

Don't worry about things though, you won't ever have to use that brain again... after all, dumb hucows just need to get milked and pumped and looked after by others.

So yes, I couldn't make your tits twice the size of 'that other person' who came before you...

But I could fill them with more than twice the milk! Sure they get to have giant breasts that are significantly, debilitatingly larger than yours... but you get to have the milkier tits, and ones that (if you find the right business-minded dairy farmer) could be a money maker, too!

Though next time... maybe read the warnings that are shared, first.

Visual prompt idea / make me look like this

You really must be more specific when giving references with such an... eclectic variety of physical traits, styles, and aesthetics to pull from to fulfill your request to "look like [her]".

Still...

I think it's fair to say that one of the most signature elements of this look - emphasized in this photo, in particular - is without a doubt her huge Bimbo blow-up doll lips.

Just look at her blowing up that bubble, how could you not see that and immediate just crave for your own set of permanently parted 'O' shaped cock-socket to admire all day.

Now it's true that they come with their own set of 'drawbacks'... at least to some. I find them more like 'fun modifiers' that help keep life interesting, while also making sure everyone know exactly what you're for...

Like your non-stop drooling as thick stream of oddly sweet smelling drools cascades from your perma-gaped mouth...

The complete loss of any gag reflex, ensuring that whether it's a micro-cock or a real-life tentacle-cock, your taking that thing without issue...

Her name is also Kat and she likes the colour pink (included for no particular reason)

She'd dropped the amulet of Bi'im Bo'eth to the floor within seconds of uttering the words...

"I wish for the body that was the truest to my core identity!"

A wholesome, fair, and entirely predictable wish for a trans woman to make if given the chance. A free, painless, costless, limitless pass at getting the body that finally, fully aligned with who and what she felt she was on the inside.

Surely nothing would go awry with such a clear, single-outcome wish!

"AHHH!" A yelp leaves her suddenly parted and strangely pink lips, "Wha-What's... Wha's happpenin' t-to me?"

The words leave her lips in lisped, muffled formations as her mouth pumps with a firmness that can only come from excessive, lavish helpings of lip filler... but moreover, lip filler that settled and shaped itself so that your mouth takes on a near permanent 'O' shape, when not being used for talking or eating.

Her back goes rigid, as the trans woman's posture shifts into a 'forcibly too perfect' pose, as her chest thrusts outwards... her chest... that, as she looked down, oould witness her C-cup breasts (enhanced with a small amount of silicone, from years earlier) begin to swell larger... and rounder... and shinier, as if two massive silicone-filled spheres were being inflated in each one.

Within moments, her transformation completes, as a shiny, latex-like visage of a 'hyper real Bimbo fetish Real Doll' looks back in the mirror.

"Wh-Wha'... h-haff I-I... d-d-dun1?"

The trans woman's gaze crosses over her body - more silicone, latex, and plastic that person now - as she tries to account for how her innocent, clear, and wholesome wish ended in this...

I need to be the biggest

Unfortunately we operate on a 'first come, first served' basis for these more... large scale wishes.

You think you'd be the first one who came here saying they "need to be the biggest", leaving no room for anyone else!?

You're not even the first one this week.

But fear not... despite the dozens, upon dozens, upon hundreds that have come before you asking for the same, there is still some 'wiggle' room (or perhaps... 'jiggle' room, is more apropos) for you to receive something appropriately 'grand' from our selection of salacious services.

I know that 'S-Cup' as a size seems thrown around loosely in hentai and 'breast expansion comic' worlds... but this is what a true S-cup bust feels like.

More than 20lbs of mammary mass per breast - each breast so filled with fat, and tissue, and milk that they remain perky and spherical even on your back - weighing you down and defining your identity each and every second of every day from here on out.

Enjoy your new reality, and your new life as a pair of beach-balls attached to legs.

Well what an interesting question to ask from someone with already such full, perky, and milk ladened boy tits...

I mean honestly you're asking for my 'swelling services' when you already have boy boobs that dwarf many Breast Expansion fetish creators... even with their prosthetics on!

Honestly, It's kind of greedy...

But isn't that what your mindset towards breasts, and keeping your massive man mammaries bigger and perkier than anyone else?

I know it must be hard, though...

Your breasts suffering from such a specific and unique form of macromastia...

Your truly one-in-a-billion genetic predisposition to excessive milk production...

Your metabolism that pushes any new fat directly to your already over-filled, soft breasts...