The Next Bigger Thing

Rose sat at Hello Cafe, waiting idly for her girlfriend @galactophorousaeolistic to appear. Rose fidget idly, the chairs, three total, groaning and shifting under the mass.

Rose Lalonde might have once been the kind of black clad devil may care goth whod fit right into the wooden walls and worn couches of Hello. She mightve sat at the stage playing a "original guitar piece" that was just a shuffled version of a anime song in accoustic. Rose was pretty sure she did that a few times.

But Rose grew out of being a child, she grew out of a lot of things, including her pink bubblegum skirt... but well only a little. It was already tastefully short to give freedom to her legs, her thick jiggling thighs were a charm point and Rose did her best to accentuate that in her routine, which meant that even out of uniform she never was really OUT of uniform. As a future cheerleader, the least you could do is perfect your look between practices. She even had a few designs to show Kanaya later, though she was worried they were a bit surface level stuff. Not REAL cheerleader material yet. Daddy Peixes only drooled over one of them.

“Is this the Place…?” A smooth voice muttered to herself as the entity ducked under the doorframe, though it still snagged itself at the edges regardless. “Seems-mmnph- Cozy.”

Deep emerald eyes not unlike those of a cat glided across the interior of the coffee shop, until finally settling on Rose. At eye contact, the woman, recognized as Kanaya, pushed herself fully through the front doors.

It has been a long time since the pair had seen one another. Properly at least. There may have been passing glances here or there, hallway entanglements and the like. The occasional snide comments aimed at one another for their various escapades. But they hadn’t really had extended time together in a good many months.

“Rose,” Kanaya hummed as she slinked forward, the tall woman looming over everyone and anything. Her eyes drank in the appearance of her friend, green eyes scanning every inch and curve on display. For it all though, her expression seemed entirely neutral.

As did Kanaya’s own outfit. While it was mostly blacks and whites, it was hard to describe the attire as purely goth. It almost had a somewhat sensible office worker look, if that office worker were halfway undressed. The white blouse matched her unnaturally porcelain skin almost perfectly, though the blouse itself simply could not remained buttoned. Thankfully, the burgeoning bust was kept modest by a lacy bra that almost looked like a pair of hands. Incredibly visible beneath the blouse, but she was covered at least. This was paired with a black skirt that barely contained the shapely legs of the woman, complete with sheer transparent black stockings and sleek high heels.

Her hand bag, at least, was adorned with various skull imagery and the like, along with several pins themed around the student council. It was perhaps the loudest part of her appearance.

Well, third loudest.

Rose do you Know of Any Coffee Shops

Rose sauntered to Roxy's room, or rather, Darkleer's ranch. The large rustic building taking up more space then it needed. Not in grandeur, simply in quantity, large swathes of grazing land near the mountain now used as scenic fields for Darkeer and her... projects.

Projects like her sister, her sweet, desperate to please sister. Rose sighed, that poor thing, she probbably hasn't been eating. A loud slurping sound echoed as Rose slurped on her Triple Vanilla Mega Thick Milkquake. Poor darling.

Bangles on her wrist jangled as she knocked. As the bigger sister it was up to her to care for her wayward sibling. Like the rest of her team.

Er, which she doesnt do. Because they were preppy losers. Of course.

Despite the lewd display, Rose was getting distracted, even as she squeezed and tugged at Roxy's udder, her love of Roxy's lewd tremblings was secondary to Rose's truest love. Her own voice.

"Think about it, we see breasts as sexual and so we cover them up, but that mostly is to let people understand availability. The bra is really a subtle indictator of consent. Of course verbal consent is key." Rose prattles, a finger pinching a teat as Rose oppened her mouth, drinking Roxy's spurting milk like a fountain. "But cows are known BY their udder, and their spots of course, and are so everpresent a symbol that we see them as sources of nourishment rather then inherently sexual. So while a exposed udder could be considered erotic, its not the exposure that expresses eroticism but the having it. And we can't simply hide it. See clothes sortof frame the mindset you want others to approach you in. My uniform showcases my allegiance to the Schools cheerleading team. Which I'm not associated with since I don't really care about cheerleading at all that's mom's thing. But the school wants to impose those passions on me." Rose shuffles herself backward, her butt cresting behind her as she knelt before Roxy, fully focusing on the udder. "But you WANT to show you are associated with Darkleer, and she does cow research. You are giving away brand recognition by covering it up."

Besides, she was horny and her sister with an ass larger than her body made it hard to say no.

A hand bit her nail. She looks away nervously.

“Ugh, fine, fine… i’ll let it hang. But you’re paying for the outfits! I might have to get something custom made just to fit these, considering they’re… still growing in.”

One hand grabbed Roses head, pressing her onto the nipple. The other free hand pinched on the side of Roses lips, forming an “0” shape around her teat.

It was hard to keep those cheeks stable, she thought, as the clapping noises of the prissy cheerleader grew ever louder with each passing guzzle of milk, and each billowing growth added to her thighs. That creamy substance seemed to never stop flowing, the two wondering if that was even all that bad of a turnout.

But it gives Roxy an idea.

If it grows everyone else so much, maybe it could work on herself too?

Sure it was a swollen jiggling mass that clapped and slapped as her hips wiggled in pleasure, but... well that was simple genetics. It certainly wasn't getting THAT much bigger. Even if it did feel a bit heavier.

In reality Roses thights mustve thickened a good six inches wider before she was interrupted.

The large, elongated nipple is slipped in between her lips. Those plump, black shiny lips bite, nibble, and begin to suck at her own chest. And as expected, that milk from earlier began to blow. It was like she was with the Darkleer again, guzzling down any amount of milk that was passed to her. Except this milk tasted… different. Sweeter, somehow. Even thicker.

She sucks and sucks, drinking as much as Roxy could muster. Each indulgence resulted in a strained, aroused “Moo!” slipping from her mouth as Roxy’s hands moved to grab her other chest to slip it right into her mouth.

As she thought, her body began to grow. It grew ever curvier, rolls of perfectly placed fat forming across her body. Those beautiful milk-orbs swelled even more, veins visible. That tiny yet gropeable udder soon sagged with her produce, and the bumps on her head which had been a sore spot ever since she began drinking the milk in the first place exploded, now perfectly placed cow-horns in their place.

Rose sauntered to Roxy's room, or rather, Darkleer's ranch. The large rustic building taking up more space then it needed. Not in grandeur, simply in quantity, large swathes of grazing land near the mountain now used as scenic fields for Darkeer and her... projects.

Projects like her sister, her sweet, desperate to please sister. Rose sighed, that poor thing, she probbably hasn't been eating. A loud slurping sound echoed as Rose slurped on her Triple Vanilla Mega Thick Milkquake. Poor darling.

Bangles on her wrist jangled as she knocked. As the bigger sister it was up to her to care for her wayward sibling. Like the rest of her team.

Er, which she doesnt do. Because they were preppy losers. Of course.

Despite the lewd display, Rose was getting distracted, even as she squeezed and tugged at Roxy's udder, her love of Roxy's lewd tremblings was secondary to Rose's truest love. Her own voice.

"Think about it, we see breasts as sexual and so we cover them up, but that mostly is to let people understand availability. The bra is really a subtle indictator of consent. Of course verbal consent is key." Rose prattles, a finger pinching a teat as Rose oppened her mouth, drinking Roxy's spurting milk like a fountain. "But cows are known BY their udder, and their spots of course, and are so everpresent a symbol that we see them as sources of nourishment rather then inherently sexual. So while a exposed udder could be considered erotic, its not the exposure that expresses eroticism but the having it. And we can't simply hide it. See clothes sortof frame the mindset you want others to approach you in. My uniform showcases my allegiance to the Schools cheerleading team. Which I'm not associated with since I don't really care about cheerleading at all that's mom's thing. But the school wants to impose those passions on me." Rose shuffles herself backward, her butt cresting behind her as she knelt before Roxy, fully focusing on the udder. "But you WANT to show you are associated with Darkleer, and she does cow research. You are giving away brand recognition by covering it up."

Besides, she was horny and her sister with an ass larger than her body made it hard to say no.

A hand bit her nail. She looks away nervously.

“Ugh, fine, fine… i’ll let it hang. But you’re paying for the outfits! I might have to get something custom made just to fit these, considering they’re… still growing in.”

One hand grabbed Roses head, pressing her onto the nipple. The other free hand pinched on the side of Roses lips, forming an “0” shape around her teat.

It was hard to keep those cheeks stable, she thought, as the clapping noises of the prissy cheerleader grew ever louder with each passing guzzle of milk, and each billowing growth added to her thighs. That creamy substance seemed to never stop flowing, the two wondering if that was even all that bad of a turnout.

But it gives Roxy an idea.

If it grows everyone else so much, maybe it could work on herself too?

Sure it was a swollen jiggling mass that clapped and slapped as her hips wiggled in pleasure, but... well that was simple genetics. It certainly wasn't getting THAT much bigger. Even if it did feel a bit heavier.

In reality Roses thights mustve thickened a good six inches wider before she was interrupted.

My muse's butt has suddenly doubled in size, so here's some prompts to mess with help them!

Touching-

👁️ to look at my muse's butt. 👉 to poke my muse's butt. 👋 to smack my muse's butt. 💋 to kiss my muse's butt. 😬 to bite my muse's butt. 👅 to lick my muse's butt. 🍑 to motorboat my muse's butt. 💦 to cum on my muse's butt. 🌭 to hotdog my muse's cheeks. 🍆 to fuck my muse's butt. 🪑 to be sat on by my muse.

Growth-

x2 to double my muse's butt size again. x5 to quintuple my muse's butt size. 🛋️ to make my muse's butt big enough to fill a couch. 🚗 to make my muse's butt big enough to crush a car. 🚪 to make my muse's butt big enough to fill a room! 🏠 to make my muse's butt as big as a house! 🏘️ to make my muse's butt as big as their neighborhood! 🏙 to make my muse's butt as big as their town/city! 🗽 to make my muse's butt as big as their home country! 🗺️ to make my muse's butt as big as their home continent! 🌎 to make my muse's butt as big as the planet! ✨ to make my muse's butt as big as the solar system! 🪐 to make my muse's butt to take up the entire universe! ∞ to make my muse's butt big enough to go beyond!

Roses ass wobbled, her gait slower, heavier then normal. Then the slap happened. Pricks of pleasure and pain fill Rose, blossoming from her butt and spreading along her cheek. And along...

Rose turned to glare before staring in shock. She grew... again! Her impressive hips having swollen even wider, so that her fingers could not reach the edges of her own behind, her shelf gutted behind her like a self made sofa. Bouncing balls of fat that seemed to exist only to spring and wiggle to ever motion. Her own, and others.

Another smack, Roses gasp of shock turning into outrage, but one impotent in its insincerity. Volume may be able to hide ones lack of confidence, but not so much a lack of anger, or pleasure. Roses may moan all she like, but they were not complaints, but the indecent pant of a bitch in rapture.

Another strike and there wasn't even that pretense, not with the wetness dripping from her thighs, or the tongue lolling from her body. Rose collapsed onto the floor, barely keeping enough werewithal to thrust her butt up as she collapsed.

Strong hands grabbed at Roses heavy hips, the woman squeking in shock as something thrusts between her face. Whatever panich she has is drowned out by a shower of sparks as her ass starts to vibrate heavily from the face inside it.

With each slap and clap of Roses ass it grew again, fast but not steady, each bounch being a small surge of growth, pushing Feferis fingers and arms apart until the pair fall to the floor, Feferis muscular body wedged between Roses ever growing cheeks, making the troll harder and harder to see as her Rump swayed, sensitive and reddened.

Strong hands grabbed at Roses heavy hips, the woman squeking in shock as something thrusts between her face. Whatever panich she has is drowned out by a shower of sparks as her ass starts to vibrate heavily from the face inside it.

With each slap and clap of Roses ass it grew again, fast but not steady, each bounch being a small surge of growth, pushing Feferis fingers and arms apart until the pair fall to the floor, Feferis muscular body wedged between Roses ever growing cheeks, making the troll harder and harder to see as her Rump swayed, sensitive and reddened.

Roses ass wobbled, her gait slower, heavier then normal. Then the slap happened. Pricks of pleasure and pain fill Rose, blossoming from her butt and spreading along her cheek. And along...

Rose turned to glare before staring in shock. She grew... again! Her impressive hips having swollen even wider, so that her fingers could not reach the edges of her own behind, her shelf gutted behind her like a self made sofa. Bouncing balls of fat that seemed to exist only to spring and wiggle to ever motion. Her own, and others.

Another smack, Roses gasp of shock turning into outrage, but one impotent in its insincerity. Volume may be able to hide ones lack of confidence, but not so much a lack of anger, or pleasure. Roses may moan all she like, but they were not complaints, but the indecent pant of a bitch in rapture.

Another strike and there wasn't even that pretense, not with the wetness dripping from her thighs, or the tongue lolling from her body. Rose collapsed onto the floor, barely keeping enough werewithal to thrust her butt up as she collapsed.