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Love, Leagues Above

You and Cora had known each other for years, ever since you first crossed paths online playing League of Legends. She was always the reckless ADC, and you her steady support. From the start, your synergy was perfect, so you added each other and never stopped playing. Over time, the game became secondary—you spent countless hours together on Discord, laughing, teasing, and talking about everything there was under the sun. Even when you weren’t gaming or in voice chat, you were texting each other constantly. Despite all this closeness, you had never actually met in person—until now. You finally agreed to meet at a cozy pastry shop near her place in a few days.

What you didn’t know was that Cora had been nursing a huge crush on you for quite some time. She had dropped hints here and there, but you, being just a guy, never noticed. To her frustration, you unconsciously kept her in the “friend” box. It stung, but she never gave up—she liked you far too much. The truth was, you secretly wished for something more too, but you never dared admit it—you couldn’t risk damaging the friendship you valued so much. Still, the tension between you had been building, and the thought of finally meeting felt like the moment everything might change.

For Cora, this meeting was the chance she had been waiting for. She wanted to seduce you, to finally make you see her as more than just a gaming buddy. But while she could be confident, playful, and teasing online, in person she was different—shy, nerdy, and tomboyish, with short, neck-length hair and a soft, unathletic body. At 21 years old, she was tiny—just 5'1" (154 cm)—a little chubby in a cute way, with wide hips, a plump ass, thick, soft thighs, and a nice pair of big D-cup breasts.

She knew your type, though—she had spent years subtly fishing for it in your late-night conversations. You liked tall women, with very large breasts. You had a soft spot for Sona, drooling over her massive J-cup chest whenever her splash art showed up on the loading screen. Playing Lulu was also your favorite, and Cora had noticed how often you used Lulu’s ultimate to make her characters grow bigger—even outside of combat. At least she had big boobs but nowhere near the fantasy sizes you admired. Add to that her chubby figure, and she felt worlds away from the slim, impossibly sexy game characters she knew you liked. The thought made her stomach twist. What if you didn’t find her attractive at all?

With the date looming closer every day, she panicked. She couldn’t show up looking plain, not when she finally had the chance to win your heart. That’s when her thoughts turned to the one thing she’d never considered trying —until now: MILF MAX.

By now, the pills were no secret. The world was slowly changing as more and more women started taking them—growing bigger, taller, bustier and stronger, reshaping beauty standards with every pill. At university, women taking them were everywhere, but Cora had always ignored them. To her, brains mattered more than looks, and she never cared about competing with other girls. But for you… she was ready to go all in. She wanted to be the kind of woman you dreamed about: taller, sexier, with massive tits impossible to ignore.

Her heart pounded as she placed the order. The pills arrived the day before your meeting, heightening both her nerves and her excitement. She tore open the package in her room, staring at the sleek bottle as her hands trembled. Twisting the cap, she poured a single shimmering blue capsule into her palm, her pulse racing, sweat beading at her temples.

With a deep breath she swallowed the pill, throat tight with nerves, then paced her bedroom. "Please work. Please, please..." Her gaze darted to the mirror—still just 5'1" (154 cm) tall, D-cups strained against her faded gaming tee, their shape clearly visible beneath the thin fabric since she was not wearing a bra. She squeezed her thighs anxiously, imagining your reaction. What if I'm not enough? What if he sees me and..." A sudden warmth bloomed in her chest, sharp and electric.

Without warning, her nipples hardened into aching peaks. Her breasts swelled violently against her shirt—fabric groaning as her D-cups ballooned to E, then F-cups. "Oh fuck!" she gasped, stumbling backward. She started growing taller: 5'2" (157 cm)... 5'3" (160 cm)... "Nngh~... so good..." she whimpered, arching against the tsunami of pleasure.

The growth surged through her thighs and hips—her soft curves expanding outward. Her shorts ripped at the seams as her ass plumped into impossible roundness. She tore her shirt off, watching her breasts swell past G-cups. Height slowly climbed: 5'4" (163 cm)... 5'5" (165 cm)... "Yes... bigger...!" she cried, biting her lip.

Her skin flushed hot as her breasts ballooned to H-cups, heavy and aching. She gripped them instinctively—fingertips sinking into soft flesh—and gasped as sparks shot down her crotch.

"Fuck... I'm... taller!" she cried, watching the ceiling inch closer. 5'6" (168 cm)... 5'7" (170 cm)... Her thighs thickened, stretching her ripped shorts into tatters, leaving her in nothing but stretched panties that dug deep into her ass and pussy, the outline of a plump cameltoe straining against the fabric.

Her breasts surged to I-cups, heavy and swaying, nipples darkening and leaking milky droplets onto her trembling belly. "Can't... stop..." she moaned.

With a loud moan tearing from her throat, Cora arched violently as her height surged to 5'8" (173 cm), her thighs thickening into soft pillars. Her ass swelled outward, rounder and fuller, forcing her panties to bite even deeper into her pussy until she moaned from the pressure—then, with a sharp tear, the fabric finally gave way, ripping apart and leaving her completely naked. Breath ragged and shallow, she collapsed against her dresser, sweat-slicked skin gleaming. The growth finally stopped—leaving her pretty tall at 5'8" (173 cm) with heavy, massive I-cup breasts. "Oh god..." she whispered, staring at her reflection.

Her hands trembled as she traced the new curves. Her breasts felt impossibly heavy—hot and aching, nipples stiff and dark. She squeezed one, gasping as milk sprayed across her flushed skin. "Shit..."

Stumbling to her closet, Cora fumbled for her measuring tape, her new size making the room feel a bit smaller. She wrapped it around her chest, fingers brushing sensitive flesh. "I-cups..." she whispered, breath catching as her nipple leaked onto the tape. "What if he hates this? What if it’s too much?" she thought, panicking. Her thighs rubbed together, a slick heat building between them. She grabbed her phone, desperate for distraction, but her thumb hovered over your contact photo—that goofy selfie you’d sent last week. "Tomorrow. He’ll see me like this tomorrow."

She paced, each step sending tremors through her heavy I-cup breasts that swayed like pendulums on her chest. "God, they’re so sensitive," she thought, biting her lip. Milk beaded at her dark, swollen tips, dripping onto the carpet—a stark reminder of the pill’s irreversible effects. "Okay, okay, breathe," she muttered, pressing a trembling hand to her flushed cheek, the scent of her own arousal sharp in the humid air.

Her gaze drifted to her laptop, still open to your last Discord message—a casual "Can’t wait to see you! 😊"—and her heart hammered against her ribs. "What if he’s smaller than me now? He never mentioned his height or weight…" she worried, fingers brushing her swollen nipple. A shock of pleasure made her gasp. She squeezed her thighs together, slick warmth pooling between them. "Focus, Cora," she whispered, stumbling to her dresser. She tugged on an oversized hoodie, but it strained over her new curves, heavy I-cups visibly tenting the fabric.

She paced again, each step making her breasts sway heavily beneath the thin cotton. Milk soaked through the fabric, leaving dark patches over her nipples. "Shit, I need a bra," she muttered, rummaging through drawers. But her old bras were useless—her fingers trembled as she held a D-cup against her chest; it barely covered a quarter of her breast. "Fuck, how am I supposed to hide this?" Panic tightened her throat.

Frustration boiled over as she tugged at a pair of old jeans—they wouldn't even pull past her thighs. "Everything's... tiny," she breathed. She tore them off, tears pricking her eyes. "I can't show up naked. Fuck!" Her breasts throbbed, milk dripping onto her trembling thighs.

She frantically searched online for emergency clothing, hands shaking as she typed. Her phone slipped, clattering to the floor. "Fuck!" She bent to grab it—her breasts swung heavily downward, nipples grazing her thigh. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, pleasure flooding her core. "Not... now..."

She found a 24-hour boutique nearby. "Okay, okay," she whispered, pulling on sweatpants that strained across her hips and gaped at her calves. Her hoodie clung obscenely to her I-cups, soaked spots blooming over each nipple. "Please be open..."

The day passed quickly, and before you knew it, morning had arrived, and with it, the long-awaited moment of your meeting with Cora. You arrived early, nerves buzzing in your chest, heart hammering as you stepped into the cozy pastry shop. Sitting at a small table, you fidgeted with your phone, eyes darting toward the door again and again. After all these years of chatting, teasing, and gaming together, you were finally about to see her in person. Every little sound—the soft jingle of the door, the low murmur of other patrons—made your heart skip, and your stomach twisted with anticipation, wondering how she would look, how she would act.

The bell above the door jingled, and you looked up, heart pounding. There she was—Cora—walking in with a hesitant, almost shy step, yet impossible to miss. Until now, you had only seen pictures of her face, and you knew from her playful banter that she had big breasts—but nothing had prepared you for this. She was obscenely huge, her massive I-cups straining against the soft, oversized blue hoodie with a large white bunny on the chest that she had picked out yesterday, the fabric stretched taut over her chest. Her long, thick thighs filled out the white sweatpants, the soft cotton gently hugging her hips and legs while leaving the rest of the room in awe. She paused for a breath at the doorway, scanning the shop before her eyes met yours, and a blush crept across her flushed, glowing cheeks. Despite her nervousness, the sight of her—tall, curvy, impossibly feminine—made your chest tighten in disbelief and desire.

She looked like a goddess—you never expected your nerdy LoL friend to be this insanely sexy. And it made you even more nervous and insecure.

Her heart hammered against her ribs as she spotted you. “Oh god, he’s staring…” she thought.” She tried to walk normally, but her new size and nerves made her wobble slightly, her thighs brushing together with every step. The scent of fresh croissants couldn't mask her own arousal—her nipples hardened painfully, making her swallow a moan, beneath the extra-large nursing bra, specially designed for lactating mothers, its absorbent cups struggling to contain the surging milk. “Please don’t notice… please like me…” she pleaded silently inside her mind.

She reached your table, towering over you as you sat, her cheeks flushed crimson. Her hoodie strained across her I-cup breasts, the bunny emblem stretched taut. She fidgeted nervously with her hoodie’s hem. “H-hey,” she stammered, her voice lower than you remembered—husky and trembling. She shifted her weight, accidentally brushing her hip against the chair; the jolt of sensation made her gasp softly. Her thighs rubbed together again, slick and warm beneath the sweatpants.

You stood up nervously, nearly knocking over the table. Your eyes widened—she was tall. Her height and massive curves stole your breath. “Cora?” you whispered, disbelief. The soft, intoxicating scent of her warm skin mixed with a sweet hint of ripe strawberries and milk, making your pulse spike. “You look… beautiful,” you whispered, cheeks burning as heat rushed to your face.

Her cheeks flushed darker as she nodded, trembling fingers twisting her hoodie’s hem. The bunny stretched obscenely across her swollen I-cups. “Y-yeah, it’s me,” she breathed. Her thighs pressed together, slick heat pooling beneath the sweatpants. “He looks so shocked… does he hate it?” she fretted silently, heart pounding in her chest. She swallowed hard. “Is… this too much?”

"W… what do you mean?" you stammered, eyes wide, completely dumbfounded.

A sharp blush crept up her neck as her thighs trembled—the fabric of her sweatpants dampening further. "I-I mean…" she whispered, voice trembling. "Do you… really like how I look? Being this... big?" Her gaze flickered nervously toward her own chest—her bunny hoodie stretched obscenely taut over her swollen I-cups.

You blinked, swallowing hard as your words stumbled out, heart hammering. “Are you kidding? I… I’ve never seen anyone more… se— I mean, prettier than you. You could never be too big for me, trust me. I… I’m just… afraid that you must be really disappointed in me. I never imagined… I never imagined you could be this much… out of my league. I…” Your voice faltered, heat rising to your ears as you searched her eyes, desperate for her to understand. “I… I don’t even know how to… how to tell you how perfect you look.”

Her cheeks deepened to a vivid crimson, and she looked down shyly, fumbling with the hem of her hoodie. “N-no… that’s nonsense,” she stammered, voice trembling but soft. “Y-you… you look really… really nice too.” Her gaze flickered up to meet yours, eyes wide and sparkling, and she bit her lip nervously, heat rising to her ears. “I… I mean it,” she added quickly, cheeks burning even hotter, “you’re… you’re really handsome.”

Then her eyes widened as your previous words sank in, and a sudden pang of anxiety gripped her chest. “Wait… he said I could never be too big for him… does that mean I’m… still too small?” Her hands trembled as she twisted the hem of her hoodie, her heart hammering like a drum. A flush of heat spread across her face, and her mind raced uncontrollably. “Oh no… am I not enough? Is he just being polite?” The classic spiral of female overthinking tightened its grip, and she felt her stomach twist into knots, her cheeks burning hotter with every passing second.

She bit her lower lip, glancing down at her oversized I-cups and thick thighs, suddenly hyper-aware of every curve. Her fingers fidgeted nervously with the edge of her hoodie as she tried to steady her racing thoughts. “What if he really wanted someone even bigger… taller… more perfect? My breasts still aren’t as big as Sona’s…” The familiar knot of insecurity coiled tighter, and she felt a shiver run down her spine, both from fear and the lingering warmth of anticipation.

Cora’s eyes darted nervously to yours, cheeks burning even brighter. She swallowed hard, then whispered, almost shyly, “I… I could be even bigger for you… if you want.” You blinked, unsure if you’d heard her right, your mind spinning with confusion. Before you could respond, she bit her lip, took a deep breath, and made up her mind. Firmly, yet gently, she grabbed your hand. “Come… I’ll show you,” she murmured, determination flashing in her eyes. With a surprising strength that belied her shy demeanor, she tugged you toward the door, and you stumbled to keep up, heart hammering. Her grip was steady, unwavering, and the look in her eyes made it clear: she was ready to grow again, to become everything you could ever desire, perfect just for you.

You hesitated for a fraction of a second, still processing her words, but the intensity in her gaze left no room for doubt. Her strides were suddenly confident, each step radiating a mix of strength and determination that made your pulse race. You were utterly mesmerized by her enormous ass, swaying with every long step as she dragged you along like a mischievous child. You followed obediently, too shy to resist, and judging by the strength of her grip, you felt a flush of embarrassment at the thought that you might not even be able to break free if she didn’t let go. With every step, the thrill of anticipation built between you, and you realized she was taking you to her apartment.

By the time you reached her apartment, your chest hammered, and your palms were slick with sweat. Cora didn’t hesitate at the door—she fumbled with the lock for a moment before yanking it open with surprising force, revealing a tidy living room that seemed impossibly calm compared to the storm of anticipation swirling inside you. She closed the door behind you with a definitive click, locking it, and led you to the room. “Wait here,” she murmured, her voice low, husky, and trembling with excitement. Before you could react, she vanished into her bedroom. The soft rustle of movement reached your ears, each sound making your heart pound faster. Moments later, she returned, holding a sleek white bottle with a bold blue label that screamed in capital letters: MILF MAX.

She clutched the bottle tightly, knuckles white, her eyes locked onto yours as she twisted the cap open. Her voice was a breathless whisper. “I took one pill yesterday… thought it would be enough… but today you said I could never be too big for you.” Her hands trembled as she poured a shimmering blue capsule into her palm. She then closed the bottle and slipped it into her pocket. “I… I want to be… I want to be perfect for you… So please… be patient… I… I will be the biggest possible for you.” With a sharp intake of breath, she swallowed the pill dry, her throat working visibly. Her gaze never left yours—intense, desperate, hopeful—as her cheeks flushed crimson.

Your heart hammered against your ribs as you watched her swallow the pill—the air suddenly thick with anticipation. "Cora," you breathed, stepping closer instinctively. "You're already perfect... you don't need..." But the words died in your throat as her eyes widened, pupils dilating. A faint tremor ran through her frame, her breath catching sharply. The scent of warm milk and strawberries intensified, flooding your senses as her hoodie tightened visibly across her chest.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as warmth bloomed deep in her core—electric and urgent. Her nipples hardened instantly, straining against the nursing bra beneath her hoodie. "It's... starting..." she whispered, trembling fingers clutching her belly as the first surge hit—her breasts swelling rapidly against the fabric, stretching the bunny emblem into a distorted shape. Her height crept upward: 5'9" (175 cm)... then 5'10" (178 cm)... "Oh god..." she moaned, arching back as pleasure rippled through her.

Sweat beaded on her forehead as her breasts ballooned to J-cups, finally reaching the size of her rival Sona—heavy and aching—milk starting to soak through her hoodie in dark, spreading patches as she produced more than the nursing bra could handle. Her sweatpants tightened around her thickening thighs, the fabric groaning slightly as her hips slowly flared wider. “Yes…” she breathed, shuddering as her height surged to 6'0" (183 cm), her back straightening with newfound power.

Her gaze locked onto yours—intense, almost predatory—as her height climbed to 6'2" (188 cm), her breasts swelling past J-cups toward K-cups. Milk spilled freely now, soaking her hoodie completely. She ripped it off violently, revealing her nursing bra stretched impossibly thin. Her nipples darkened further, leaking thick streams onto her trembling belly. “Look at me…” she commanded, voice deeper, richer—a velvet purr that sent shivers down your spine. She moaned in pleasure as her ass rounded into a perfect, heavy curve.

The nursing bra strained, seams protesting as her breasts ballooned to L-cups—each larger than your head—heavy and swaying with her every ragged breath. She surged to 6'5" (196 cm), moaning softly. She groaned, fingers digging into her own hips as pleasure spread through her like wildfire. “So much… bigger…” she gasped, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

She hit 6'9" (205 cm), her breasts swelling into M-cups—massive globes leaking freely. The nursing bra finally tore apart, straps snapping. She shuddered, arching violently as her thighs thickened into tree trunks, her sweatpants struggling for their dear life but still holding for now. “Touch me,” she begged, voice thick with need. Her skin glistened, flushed and hot.

Her hips flared wider, ass rounding into a perfect shelf. She grew bigger and bigger... soon towering over you at 7'1" (215 cm). She moaned your name, her trembling fingers brushing her swollen nipples. “Can’t stop… growing… bigger!” she gasped, pleasure tightening her core.

She shuddered violently as the final surge hit, her body stretching impossibly tall. Her height climbed higher and higher until she finally stopped at an unbelievable 7'5" (226 cm), making you feel tiny next to her towering frame. Her breasts swelled into enormous N-cups, pendulous and heavy, each leaking freely, milk dripping down her taut, glistening skin. Now Sona would be the one jealous if she could see Cora's monstrous tits. With trembling hands, she picked up her discarded hoodie from the floor, pressing it against her chest to wipe away her milk, letting it fall to the floor again once she was dry. Her expression became absent, almost dazed. She straightened, closing her eyes, hands resting on her thick thighs, her face radiating pure bliss, as if she were lost in some intoxicating euphoria. (Picture)

Her eyes fluttered open, pupils wide with ecstasy. She moaned softly, her fingers instinctively brushing her swollen nipple—a sharp gasp escaped her lips as pleasure jolted through her core. "It's... overwhelming," she whispered, voice husky and a bit deeper than before. Her breasts swayed heavily with each breath, milk started slowly trickling down from her nipples again. She took a shaky step forward, her enormous frame forcing you to crane your neck to meet her gaze. "Do... do you like it?" she breathed, vulnerability flashing in her eyes despite her newfound power.

You stared up at her towering form, heart pounding against your ribs. Her scent filled your nostrils, making your mouth water. "Cora," you stammered, swallowing hard. "You're... magnificent." Heat rushed to your cheeks as you reached out trembling fingers, hovering near her hip. "But I already loved you before... you didn't need to—"

She gasped sharply as your hesitant touch brushed her hip—electricity shot through her veins. Her skin flushed deeper, milk leaking faster down her soft belly. "I needed to," she interrupted, voice thick and trembling. Her larger hand engulfed your smaller one, pressing it firmly against her wide hip. "Make sure… that I’m good enough… for you." Her breasts swayed heavily as she leaned down, breath warm against your ear. "Tell me… you want this? You… want more? You want me… bigger? I can grow even more… to make you happy."

Cora’s eyes glinted with a mix of mischief and desperate longing as she leaned down closer, her massive chest swaying like heavy boulders. “You always loved to make my characters bigger with Lulu's R,” she murmured, voice husky and low, lips parting slightly, “Now… you can make me… bigger… in real life. As big… as you want.” Her fingers, still trembling from anticipation, brought the sleek MILF MAX bottle from her trousers and pressed it into your hand. "I always thought you liked tall girls… Now I see I was wrong… You like giant girls." Her voice was soft, husky, and dripping with playful confidence, each word sending shivers through you, making you hard instantly—if you weren’t already.

Slowly, she tilted her head, her eyes locked on yours as she opened her mouth lewdly, breath warm and scented faintly of strawberries. She lowered herself to your eye level, a teasing, intoxicating grin spreading across her flushed face. Her enormous breasts swayed heavily beneath her, brushing dangerously close to your torso.

The bottle felt heavy in your trembling hand—its sleek surface cool against your sweaty palm. You stared at her massive form, heart pounding wildly as her scent flooded your senses. Her playful grin widened as she leaned even closer, her breasts now softly pressing against your chest, her voice a husky purr. “Well?” she whispered, breath warm against your lips. “Are you going to feed your hungry... giantess?” Her eyes darkened with anticipation.

Your throat went dry, a tight knot of anticipation coiling in your chest. Your hand reluctantly left the softness of her wide hip, trembling as you gripped the bottle in your other hand, fingers quivering. “I… I love you, Cora,” you breathed, voice thick with awe, desire, and disbelief. The cap clicked open at last, revealing the blue capsules inside. Your fingers hovered over one, lifting it slowly, reverently, toward her parted, hungry lips. “B… be… big for me,” you murmured, placing the pill in her waiting mouth.

Her lips closed around your fingers as she accepted the pill eagerly, her large tongue brushing your skin—a hot, wet caress that sent jolts straight to your core. She swallowed hard, eyes locked on yours, pupils blown wide with dark anticipation. She didn't care about anything anymore. She just wanted to be bigger.

A soft gasp escaped her as warmth bloomed deep inside her, spreading like liquid fire through her veins. Her skin flushed instantly, a rosy glow through her cheeks. Her breasts began to swell rapidly, already massive N-cups they surged toward O-cups—each heavy globe quivering with the intensity of her growth, milk spurting freely in thick streams that soaked the carpet beneath her feet. Her height climbed rapidly: 7'7" (233 cm)... then 7'11" (242 cm)... "Oh, yes~..." she moaned, arching her back as pleasure rippled through her.

Her ass surged larger, rounder, more powerful, while her hips flared wider, sculpting her body into an exaggerated hourglass. Her thighs and calves swelled with soft, irresistible flesh until her sweatpants, panties, and socks finally gave way, tearing apart as she stood completely naked before you. But she didn’t seem to care—lost in the overwhelming, orgasmic pleasure of her ever-growing body.

Her breasts ballooned into massive P-cups, each almost as large as your entire torso, powerfully swaying from side to side as she surged to 8'4" (255 cm). Milk sprayed wildly from her dark, stiff nipples, soaking your face and clothes. "Mmm~... so good~..." she moaned, eyes rolling back, her body trembling with ecstasy. Her skin glowed with sweat, every inch radiating heat.

She surged to 9'0" (274 cm), her head brushing the 9'0" (275 cm) ceiling—so tall she had no room left to grow unless she bent. Her breasts swelled into enormous Q-cups—now pendulous mountains leaking rivers of milk. Her hips widened further, forming a shelf-like curve, while her thick thighs rubbed together slickly. "Need... more..." she gasped, drunk on growth, leaning down over you, her breath hot and heavy. "Feed me again... make me... bigger."

"Cora, you're too big—the ceiling!" you stammered in panic. You stumbled backward, heart pounding, but her massive hand caught your wrist. Her touch was electric—hot and possessive.

Her pupils shrank as clarity pierced the haze—suddenly, she saw her naked, dripping pussy, the milk-drenched room, and your terrified expression. She gasped, cheeks blazing crimson. "Oh god… what have I done?" she whispered, releasing you as if burned and shrinking back against the wall, her voice trembling with shame. "I… I'm so sorry… this isn't me…" Her hands fluttered to cover her Q-cup breasts, trembling violently.

Your heart raced as she recoiled, her sudden vulnerability making your throat tighten. You stepped forward, ignoring the milk slicking the floor beneath your feet, and reached up to gently pet her side. "Cora," you murmured, voice thick with emotion, "look at me." Her tear-filled eyes met yours, wide and fearful. "You're breathtaking… and you're still you. The girl who carried me through ranked when I fed. The one who made me laugh at 3 AM. I love you. Not the size. You." You leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her trembling thigh.

Cora shuddered as your lips touched her soft skin—electric, grounding. She swallowed hard, her hands slowly lowering from her breasts, revealing their immense, milk-slicked curves. "Really?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "Even like this? Towering over you… leaking everywhere…" Her gaze dropped to her own body, then flicked back to yours, searching for any hint of disgust. Finding none, a shaky smile touched her lips. "I… I was so scared you’d hate me… for what I did to you… trying to force you to… I… I don’t know what came over me… The growth… it… it just feels too good… so addicting… I’ve never felt anything like it in my life… I… I’m… so, so sorry… I hope I didn’t hurt you." Fear gripped her heart again as her eyes scanned your wrist for any marks.

Your thumb brushed gently over her trembling hipbone, tracing the curve of her soft flesh. "You didn't hurt me," you murmured, voice low and steady. "Look." You held up your wrist—no bruises, only a faint warmth lingering where her fingers had gripped. Stepping closer, you hugged her giant leg and pressed your cheek lovingly against her soft thigh, inhaling her sweet, milky scent.

Her breath hitched as your warmth seeped into her skin, melting the last shreds of panic. "Oh..." she whispered, trembling fingers sinking into your hair with tender affection. "Thank you... for staying." Milk dripped steadily from her swollen nipples onto your shoulder, but she didn't pull away—lost in the intimacy of your touch. Her body still hummed with residual pleasure, aching for more growth.

Tears welled in her hazel-blue eyes as she gazed down at your tiny form clinging to her leg—her heart swelling with fierce protectiveness. "He stayed... he really stayed..." She bit her lip, a shy smile blooming. "I... I'm sorry about the mess," she murmured, voice thick with emotion. "And... and for dragging you here like a caveman." Her chuckle was warm, musical, echoing in the cramped room.

She lowered herself awkwardly, gently pushing you off her leg, careful not to hurt you. She knelt before you—still towering over you by nearly a full head, even while kneeling—and looked into your eyes. "I… I want to make it up to you," she whispered, cheeks flushed crimson. "For… for everything." Her gaze darkened with a playful glint. "And since you keep saying you love me… you’d better be ready for the consequences, mister."

"Because tonight, I’m playing on top." With a sly grin, she lifted you effortlessly into her strong arms like a bride and started walking toward her bedroom.

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You sat in the tight chair in the administrator's office, thick thighs rubbing together to try and stifle your rising arousal as your hips strained not only your skirt, but the sides of the chair that was struggling to contain you. All the while, the two administrators were arguing amongst themselves in front of you.

"Look at her!" Professor Burroughs said, pointing at you. 'Yes, look at me.' You thought to yourself, looking down and marveling at your ridiculous bust. To say that your top was ill equipped to handle what you had become in a matter of four days was an understatement. It was grossly unqualified to try and hold the K cups that seemed to have sprouted out of nowhere.

her finger is probably more comfortable than that old thing anyways, so whats there to complain about