Growth of the Carnal Kind

"What... the fuck... is all this?!"

Massive cheeks wobbled in Rose's hands as she grabbed her ass, fingers sinking into the thick and doughy flesh. Despite the fact that her tits were absolutely enormous on their own, owing their torso-dominating size to rampant macromastia, her ass was still somehow large enough to leave her bottom-heavy! The recoil as she released her ass wobbled through the softness for almost a full minute, her leggings stretched tight around the massive globes.

Her best friend and, conveniently, plastic surgeon just smiled.

"It's your ass! Pretty impressive, huh? I had to try a completely new procedure to get you that big as a BBL really wouldn't have—"

Rose stomped her foot, the impact rippling upward through her thighs and her buttocks. "June!" She barely contained her frustration, speaking through gritted teeth. "I mean... why... is it... so big!"

The surgeon's expression dropped. "Oh! Uh, well, you said you wanted me to balance you out from your giant, er, from your macromastia, right? I figure that, y'know, since your tits are pretty much going to be growing forever, you'd probably want to stay balanced for the foreseeable future. I had to assume that you wouldn't want to come back to me for a surgery every time you went up a cup size! So I went ahead and maxed you out as much as I could! At your current rate of growth, you should stay within the hourglass range for, psh, at least a year and a half! Maybe two!"

Rose blinked, still slowly absorbing what her friend had just said. "So, let me get this straight... You thought... that the best way to handle having gigantic, unstoppable, growing tits... was to give me an even bigger ass!?"

Throwing her hands up, June shrugged. "I thought that's what you wanted! My bad! Next time, I won't inflate your ass as much! Jeez, I was trying to do you a favor..."

The casual way that June talked about her perverse, oversexed body made Rose feel like she was crazy. "I just... I just don't get it! Look at me! I look like a caricature of a porn star! These leggings were literally the only thing that I could get over this huge fucking ass. How am I going to get into my car? How am I going to get through my front door!?"

Looking for pictures to caption has completely warped my social media algorithms. In the last few weeks, I've probably added a few hundred to the list of accounts that I follow. A workplace friend sent me a reel and I accidentally sent him a Big Titty Thirst Trap reel in response because I didn't close my phone properly before slipping it in my pocket and that was just the next reel the algorithm wanted me to see.

It's gotten to the point where I'm getting off on the self-corruption. Like, the stuff it's showing me is hot. Scrolling through and seeing nothing but gigantic, jiggling titties and close-ups of lips and puppygirl bulge is as arousing as it is addicting.

But I keep watching them. I make sure to like and copy links and watch reels as many times as I can. If I'm being honest, though, watching some dumb slut wobble her tits in a bikini top that's three sizes too small isn't made more erotic by watching her do it multiple times at double speed, especially with whatever bullshit trending music is playing in the background.

What's so fucking hot is knowing that I'm doing it, not because I particularly enjoy it, but because I know it'll make me worse. I'm retraining the algorithm to show me stuff that'll make my obsessive gooner brain absolutely melt and I'm doing it on purpose. I'm going out of my way to make sure that all I see is stuff that's going to trigger me and turn me into a throbbing, leaking, stroking mess.

Wet sounds and quiet grunting filled the living room as the two occupants glared at each other from their respective armchairs. Both of them were panting hard, cheeks flushed with arousal, but anger burned behind their eyes.

"God, you f-fucking asshole! MMF! L-look at what you did to—holy fuck—my f-fat fucking t-tits! D-do you have any idea h-how much—aahhn!—how m-much this fucking b-bra cost?! And n-now it's r-ruined!"

Lauren did her best to be angry but it was tough to properly convey her fury while she was actively touching herself. The movement of her arm, resting against the side of her colossal tits, made them wobble and slosh, bouncing back and forth inside her overworked bra. The arms of the chair under her were pushed outward slightly by the wide hips stuffed into it and her whole body was lifted by the plump ass sinking into the cushion. Her hand writhed between her thick thighs, sending pleasure through her entire body. She narrowed her eyes at the person sitting opposite her.

"Yeah, b-but I bet you fucking like that, h-huh? Knowing that this b-body you gave me is t-too big to w-wear clothes! Turns you on to see how you fucking ruined my life! T-turned me into a f-fucking porndoll!"

Between huffs and moans, Ryan let out a wry scoff.

"R-ruined your l-life?! J-just look at w-what—oh jesus fuck—you d-did to me!"

As he glared back at his girlfriend, Ryan's hands never stopped moving. They slid up and down the length of his cock, all three and a half feet of it. It was thick enough that he couldn't fully close his hands around it and precum gushed from the tip, coating his cock in a glossy sheen. Between his legs sat a pair of swollen, heavy balls that churned and sched and begged for release. A wave of arousal struck him and he bucked his hips, forcing his cock upward between his hands. Tilting his head back just made his moans even louder. He did his best to press on.

"I c-can barely w-walk with this thing! In the r-rare fucking moments when it's s-soft, it hangs p-past my fucking knees! If I don't c-cum—shitshitshitfuuuuck—If I d-don't cum at l-least three t-times I day, I go f-fucking insane! And then I c-cum a fucking ocean!"

Despite herself, Lauren moaned, the thought of her man unleashing that much fucking cum overwhelming her. "Th-then do it! Quit f-fucking around and c-cum! You're t-too fucking big to actually fuck me! Or anyone! S-so you might as well just j-jerk off that gigantic fucking cock!"

Another wave of arousal made Ryan's balls twitch. Fuck, he was close. "Of c-course you want me to d-do that you f-fucking cumslut! You want every l-last drop of my ballsludge! You wanted to be p-painted in it! You w-want my thick, h-hot cum all over your h-huge fucking p-porntits! You w-want me to b-breed your f-fucking titpussy!"

"You... Y-you... Oh, fuck, FUCK, I'm gonna— AHHHNNN!!"

Tension gripped Lauren's body as an orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs and ass clenched, lifting off of the chair as she shoved her tit against her face. It barely muffled the intense moans that poured out of her, humping the air and thrusting her hips. Milk arced from her nipples, spraying across the room in her lewd display.

Finally, her body relaxed. She collapsed back into the chair, panting and sweating, heart pounding and chest heaving. "Fuh... Fuck...."

Across from her, Ryan gripped the arms of the chair as hard as he could. Slow, deep breaths held his concentration and, gradually, his cock softened. Precum poured from the tip as it did, slowly coming to rest draped over his humongous balls. His cock twitched but it stayed soft and, gradually, Ryan relaxed. "H-hah! Guess I win! Th-that's another cup size for you!"

would she ever stop cumming and growing? even after flooding her apartment and impregnating herself with her insanely thick cum, would she even notice? would the feeling of cum rushing over her cock be enough to bring her even further?

no matter what happens, the fertility rate in her zip code is about to skyrocket exponentially.

You couldn't stop yourself when your cock was only three feet long and your balls were no bigger than basketballs.

Now your fat, overloaded nuts pin you to the ground, your room is fully flooded in cum, as is probably the rest of your home, and your cock barely fits in the room itself.

After one fucking orgasm.

And you're not only still hard, but feel like you're pent up to the point that your sanity borders on shattering?

No. No you will not stop cumming. You've already started on that second orgasm.

No force in the universe could have prevented it. Whether you touched yourself or thought of your cock or not... that orgasm was going to happen. You could have been rendered fully unconscious after the first orgasm and cum would have erupted from your cock only thirty seconds later.

You aren't in control of your body anymore. Your nuts are. They dictate whether or not you're going to cum. Or more relevantly, they will dictate if you ever fucking stop - which you won't.

Never.

That second orgasm lasted thirty hours. Over two days, nonstop. By the end of it your testicles had grown beyond this room. Beyond your street, or even your city.

You'd have no way of knowing, and you'd be unable to process the information if it were fed to you... but you're covering half a continent right now. Your several mile long cock resting firmly in the cleft of nuts that have dwarfed even its titanic size.

Three seconds. Three seconds of relative silence. Three seconds of reprieve from a mind blowing orgasm. Three seconds where the only sound and feeling is your nuts continuing to grow and rumble with production.

Before they clenched with demand.

...

It's been over a month now, since the last one started. You think you stopped cumming for maybe half a second a few days ago, but you really can't tell.

Boobs exist to be soft and squishy and, very importantly, milky.

The bigger and squishier and milkier they are, the better they fulfil their function.

Breasts being big is just the way things should be already are.

Boobs that fill your hand lap are perfectly fine and healthy, and you shouldn't stress out about their size But they could should always be bigger

ᵗʰᵉʸ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵍʳᵒʷᶦⁿᵍ

Breasts should be so big and so full of milk that you never run out of milk, that is - running out of room is just a natural thing that happens to anyone with boobs.

ᵗʰᵉʸ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵍʳᵒʷᶦⁿᵍ

When was the last time you saw a truly "small" pair of breasts. I'm talking miniscule. Breasts so small you'd feel bad for the person. Like maybe bus house sized?

Not for a while.

ᵗʰᵉʸ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵍʳᵒʷᶦⁿᵍ

Every time you look at breasts they should be bigger. They're supposed to be bigger.

ᵗʰᵉʸ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵍʳᵒʷᶦⁿᵍ

Just like you

Like what the hell is your tumblr or bluesky even for?

You should be staring at massive breasts whenever you can. Like all day.

It's absolutely vital to your mental and even physical health to watch fat, quaking wobble meat on your screen every day.

Watching porn should be the default state of your existence.

And I'm not just talking about looking at supple teats that barely fit into some G cup bra. Those aren't porn tits. Those are normal tits. Small, even.

Calling tits bigger than your head or asses wider than your shoulders "hyper" is insane. I'm not gonna sugar coat it, loads of people just walk around outside with tits way bigger than that.

No.

You should be looking at nothing but actually huge porn-worthy breasts. Even lap-fillers are barely even hyper, I've met people in supermarkets going about their normal business with lap-filling boobs.

Massive asses that get stuck in doorframes and take up most of a bed or fat tits that fill someone's lap when they sit down aren't even unrealistic. Normal people are built like that. Walking around all over the world.

Breasts that more than overflow laps and even beds are what you should be staring at every day. All day. Nonstop.

And small tiddies and flat asses should get love too — but this is your content feed.

You should be oggling content.

Massive fucking porn-sized breasts and butts are content.

Tits that you can see from behind and asses that tower above you.

It was cute thinking G cups were huge, so long ago. Adorable thinking that lap fillers were "hyper".

I used to think breasts larger than your body were "extreme" — now I only call them that ironically.

I don't even feel like astronimical sizes are really all that big. Even universal is just so small.

Boobs exist to be squezed and oggled and worshipped. To maximize that purpose they must be huge. Truly expansive.

Not even just that. It's not enough to be big. They have the be bigger. Always bigger; always growing. To stop growing is to admit that there is a size that is "big enough".

I want to be so big that anyone who sees them immediately starts jerking off or rubbing their pussies, unable to stop themselves from basking in the raw eroticism of my gargantuan bust?

I don't care if it makes me so big that I can't even lift them. I just want to be irresistibly big!

Why would it be bad?

This is how you were always meant to be.

It's just what boobs do to people. What your boobs do to people.

Everyone who sees them should worship them. Stare, drool, squirm, and touch themselves uncontrollably as you grow bigger and bigger.

Becoming immobile isn't something to worry about. It's what you should aspire for. Growing to a point where your body is nothing but an afterthought to your own tits is the ideal state of being.

So keep massaging your own breasts.

Help them grow.

Boobs, tits, breasts...

...Butts, asses, cheeks

It's all that you care about

You've been staring at your screen massaging your cock, mindlessly.

The words on your screen tell you to do it. That you need to do it.

But truthfully you were going to be spending your day staring at porn, anyway, even if you weren't told to do so.

The longer you watch these videos the more you need to keep watching. Vids. Streams. Gifs. Comics. Even singular images.

Porn.

You basically worship it.

And you don't even get off to it. Not any more, as of this morning.

You just slowly get yourself right to the edge of orgasm, and then let your cock twitch while you drool pre onto your hand.

Keep pumping your useless gooner cock

Your nuts ache. You desperately need release. You get yourself all the way to the edge - tricking your body into thinking you've orgasmed, but never spending any seed. Your nuts keep producing more and more, making your more and more pent up.

More and more needy.

And being so needy makes you that much more desperate. That much more obedient to the words on your screen.

You hold in another orgasm as you internalize more programming from the hypnotic JOI. Pre drips from your hand onto your heavy ballsack, pooling in the cleft of your nuts before eventually overflowing onto your thighs.

You sight, contentedly, as you continue to stroke yourself.

Live for porn

You do. It's all you care about.

No matter how much you watch there's always more waiting for you. Just a click away.

Even now, you're bringing your next video up on your center monitor. A tall woman with a big fat belly that hangs over her thighs and extends several feet in front of her. Her massive, heavy breasts flop onto her soft shelf of a body, obscuring most of her face from view, leaving only her eyes and the top of her head in frame.

Despite all her weight up front, You still manage to see her massive ass from the front. She bends forward and sways back and forth as her fat fucking porn tits swing like pendulums, occaisionally slapping against her sweat coated belly.

Worship size - Desire more

She's just so.... big

ʸᵒᵘ ʷᶦˢʰ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵇᶦᵍᵍᵉʳ

She turns around, still swaying with each step as she slowly rotates, bringing her adipose-ridden ass - the rest of it - into frame for the camera.

She bends over, again, belly pressing into the ground, barely visible past her thighs.

As she bends, her cheeks spread....and spread.....and spread. There's just so much ass, no matter how much her ass cheeks seem to open there's always more ass.

More

Even as line after line of subliminal whispers worm their way into your for what seems like several minutes, her cheeks have finally parted enough to reveal her massive pubic mound. Tucked under the flap of her expansive gut, and between her thunderous thighs, a massive, intricate away of labial folds press tightly together from the masses of fat on all sides.

Her hands dig into her plush ass cheeks, pressing so deeply her wrists are buried in her plushness beyond far beyond where the camera can see.

And she pulls. She pulls her on her wobbling, quaking ass-flesh with suprising strength. And her pussy is spread open, little-by-little.

Thirty minutes into the video, and many paragraphs of instructions to worship her immensity, later, and her sacred flower has been spread open on full display. Her beautiful pink flesh is spread more than a foot across, and hole idly gapes open, seeming to constantly leak natural lubricant.

Join her in excess

Nowhere near close to your next almost-orgasm, pre surges forth from your cock, washing over your hand and wrist.

Her pussy gushes over a gallon of pussy juice, and continues to do so as she slowly lowers herself down, eventually engulfing the camera feed, entirely.

When the video ends, and the whispers stop, you stare at the screen for a moment while your eyes scan for the next video. You'd set it to autoplay, but there's something depraved at forcing yourself to consciously continue to click video after video each time, further dragging yourself into depravity. When your eyes lock onto another video from the same woman, you reach over your rumbling, lap-overflowing nuts to click onto it.

As the page loads, you readjust in your seat. Scooting forward a few inches and spreading your legs apart. Your nuts gently sag down, between your thighs, before hanging a few inches from the floor. Pre drips from your sack in thick globs, loudly smacking against the thoroughly soaked carpet.

Your eyes get lost as you hear her whispers in your mind.

Crave bigger, fatter, juicier, sweatier...

Her words get lost in the sea of all the others from her last video, within your mind. Bigger is better. It will always be better.

Your nuts gurgle with need as your cock twitches, in agreement.

Her words continue in your mind as she slams her juicy cunt down onto a massive transparent dildo, suction cupped to the floor. Girl juices wash over the silicone toy several liters at a time.

Your own pre bubbles up from your stretched out urethra, washing over your chest. When the video is over, you click on another...and another...another

Another video. Another JOI. Another stream. Another few braincells rewired to exist soley to consume pornographic media.

Your nuts press firmly into the soggy carpet beneath you. Their weight slowly becoming less burdensome... and more... comforting

Hours of staring. Not that such a short time spent at your computer matters compared to any day prior. You'd already been here for days... weeks.... months

Today just happens to be when you fully gave away the last shred of hope that you'd ever be anything more than a porn addicted gooner.

When you fully gave in to bodies on your screen and the words in your ear.

When you finally stopped letting yourself cum. When you finally started doing what the videos instructed you to do. When you decided you'd never cum ever again.

Edge forever

Forever. Never stopping.

And once you let those instructions become the truth of your existance, you let any others do so as well. Letting yourself be fully consumed and controlled by your porn.

Another video.

A woman presses her face deep within her own bed-sized tits. She squeezes them lovingly, with the whole length of her arms.

Various whispers fade in and out of your ears. Some telling you she's huge. Some telling you she's too small. Most telling you that she could be bigger.

You could be bigger

Your nuts press against the wall to your right....and near immediately after, to the one on your left.

You hadn't ever considered that. Size is important. You worship size. Of course the words in your ears and mind are always right - you should be bigger.

You press a hand against your nutsack. It's too small.

Never stop growing

You click on the next video.

And the next

ᴬⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉˣᵗ

You need to keep gooning. To scroll, drool, touch, grow, swell, churn, leak, moan, stare, worship, oggle, submit...

You aren't a "person" any more. You are an empty shell made for gooning. A vessel to worship porn.

ʷᵒʳˢʰᶦᵖ When you sat down this morning, you had a choice.

You had a choice to look at porn, get off, and then continue your day...

...or to do exactly what you were told.

To submit your will to porn entirely.

You chose correctly.

You did exactly what you were told to do, both consciously and unconsciously. Consciously you gave up your will. You consented to be fully controlled by anything and everything any erotic video told you.

Whether it was a simple command, a bit of programming, or a full rewrite of an evident truth about the world.

The first command was simple. Never cum.

Not ever.

ʷᵒʳˢʰᶦᵖ Every other command after that was even easier. You'd already fully submitted yourself. You just hadn't realized exactly how fully, at the time, you'd given up your autonomy.

You gave it freely.

Joyfully.

You don't regret it.

You never will.

Your current existence is so much better than whatever it was you were before.

Do yourself a favor:

Forget who you were before you started gooning

There was no you "before porn". You have only existed to stroke your cock and leak pre everywhere.

Every second spent with your eyes glazed over, your mouth half-open, drooling over goonslop videos only reinforces that you are exactly where you are meant to be.

worship

Every image you stare at, every hypno file you listen to, every video or stream you watch... they're catered more and more aimed toward reinforcing your purpose.

The people in the media you are consumed by, their tits, their asses, their cocks, balls, bellies, and even the toys they use all just keep getting more and more obscene.

Bigger.

Just like you.

You can't even jerk off your cock anymore. It's too big.

ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵇᶦᵍ You're laying on top of it. Your useless gooner body now exists more of as an attachment - an afterthought - to your cock and ever-swelling nuts.

Nuts that have gotten so massive even your cock seems tiny, by comparison.

always growing

They press into you from behind. They tower over you, swelling with your need. Swelling with seed that will never see the light of day or the inside of another person.

They're only going to get bigger.

Ｂｉｇｇｅｒ  ｉｓ  ｂｅｔｔｅｒ

Pay closer attention to what you're watching right now, for example. What do you see?

A stream of some gooner girl mindlessly scrolling through porn, just like you. Drooling over size and excess while her engorged cunt grows and swells beyond any size at which she could pleasure it herself.

All she can do is squirm and leak oceans of grool. An itch that will never be scratch. A need that will never be satisfied. What little she can do - desperately pawing at herself - only fills her with more and more need.

Never cumming - always growing

Just like you

Gooning

Scrolling

Drooling

Touchinig

Growing

Swelling

Leaking

Oh, sure! I can hypothetically do anything! Especially for wonderfully greedy transfems. I can tell you all about how it would feel to grow, feeling the weight on your chest and the growth between your legs.

I mean, it's so easy to imagine a hypothetical situation where your boobs absolutely dominate your torso. I'm talking so big that any attempt to cover them is laughable. They extend so far in front of you that you struggle to reach your own nipples, let alone try to reach all the way around them. Any bra maker you attempted to contact for a custom size would dismiss you as a prank; nobody could possibly need a bra that big. When you lay in bed, you can feel your tits filling up the rest of it, even to the point of hanging over the edge, gravity threatening to pull you over. Narrow door frames, really any sort of tight spaces have become your enemies. More than half your body weight is just tit!

Or, rather, half your body weight is tits if you exclude your dick.

You might not be able to see it that well with the massive plateau of titflesh blocking your view, but you can sure feel it. You can feel the thick, heavy shaft and your massive balls weighing you down, swinging side to side with each sway of your hips. It bulges obscenely in any pair of pants that you wear, from loose-fitting sweatpants to tight jeans. The head reaches your knees when it's soft! You're lucky if you get hard and your cock snakes down your pants leg to poke out past the hem near your ankle, oozing precum from the tip. That's the best possible outcome, the worst being absolutely destroying whatever you're wearing as it simply refuses to be contained.

I'm not sure exactly when you discover that you're big enough to titfuck yourself, but it takes over your life when you do. It feels so fucking good. At first, you're small enough that you can do it sitting up, grabbing your tits and moving them up and down your shaft, but as you get bigger, you wind up leaning over your gargantuan tits, letting them squish against the ground, and bucking your hips, filling your own cleavage first with cock, then with precum, then with so much thick, warm, sticky cum. And then again. And again. And again. Pretty soon, all those worries about clothes fall by the wayside. You don't need them anymore. Not when you get to feel so much pleasure.

God bless trans women with just sickening amounts of boob greed...

I don't even know what to say! I mean, yeah, I have ideas about what you could do. Bovine Growth Hormones are an excellent option. There are all sorts of supplements you could take and adjustments you could make to your diet. You could massage your—jesus fucking christ—H-cup Tgirl udders to encourage them to keep growing. Fuck it, start lathering them in cum and put them in suction cups each night! Just do whatever, y'know? Every method you can think of, from the 'normal' to the lewd, just throw it at the wall and see what helps those massive milkers get even bigger!

Concise advice isn't something I can really provide for your situation. Just look at yourself! You've got twelve pounds of sloshing, bouncing, wobbling titflesh on your chest! You're double the national average of even the bustiest of countries! You don't just have mega stuffed-up milkers; your sweater-stretching, bra-busting, jumbo jiggly, porntits are gigantic enough to be a fucking medical condition! For God's sake, what advice can I reasonably give to someone who has all of that and it still isn't enough!

I could tell you to use bovine growth hormones and, in a couple months, you'll have M-cup udders that audibly slosh with milk, bulging out of every bra you own and turning every outfit pornographic. And then what? Do you really think that would satisfy you? I cannot fathom a world in which you reach that size—or any size, for that matter—and you think "Yes, finally, my colossal fuckmeat tits are big enough; better stop here!"

I want you to know that I hear you. I hear you and I can totally understand how that might happen, overcompensating while you try to balance your curves, needing to go back and forth while 'accidentally' turning yourself into a porndoll. I hear exactly what you're saying.

I just don't believe you.

Firstly, did you go back to the same plastic surgeon each time? Because, according to you, you went at least three rounds in your tits and your ass. If you went back to the same surgeon the second time, and still wound up unbalanced enough that you felt it necessary to inflate your curves again, that's a "Fool me once..." sort of deal if I've ever heard one. If you were really that upset over being unbalanced, you ought to have been changing doctors instead of going back for another fill-up! Either that or suing for malpractice for not following your instructions.

But, more than that, there's one thing that tells me that it wasn't just the inconvenience of being slightly unbalanced in your bimbodoll aesthetic that made you keep getting bigger and bigger.

It doesn't appear to have occured to you to go smaller.

You didn't have to go bigger, right? If your ass implants were too big, you could have gotten them removed and replaced with smaller ones. If your sloshy, saline-filled balloonboobs were too massive, you could have gotten them drained a little. There were other options! You didn't have to keep getting bigger.

But you did anyway. Time and time again, you took the first opportunity to inflate your tits, to blimp up your ass. You wanted this. You wanted to be bigger. Being 'unbalanced' was just the excuse you gave yourself to justify going back to the surgeon and begging them to stuff you even bigger, even fuller, even faker. You could have balked at the obscene amount of cheap saline being poured into you, tens of thousands of ccs between your tits and your ass, but you didn't. You signed on the dotted line as soon as you could. Some part of you hoped that you'd wake up from surgery 'unbalanced' so that you could go right back and do it all over again.

A moan slipped through Melanie's plump lips as soon as she heard the now too familiar hissing. She didn't even feel the pressure growing inside her nearly spherical tits; being in this position so many times had conditioned her arousal to spike as soon as the saline pump was switched on. Her hands drifted to her beachball tits, spreading her fingers out and moaning even deeper. Tight and full, her tits didn't give much when squeezed, but that didn't stop Melanie from trying. Her eyes shot open as she felt it. Her skin stretched tighter. Her fingers spread apart. Her tits were, once again, inflating. Her hips tensed and her thighs rubbed together, arching her back as pleasure shot through her. No matter how many times this happened, Melanie never got used to it.

With arousal clouding her thoughts, Melanie looked up at her wife. She felt dizzy and delirious with arousal. Dragging a tongue over her full lips, she finally managed to stammer out "B-babe... M-my tittiesh... They're getting too—"

Diane shoved a thumb between her wife's swollen lips and smiled as she watched Melanie relax. Her training took over and Melanie began slowly, instinctively, sucking on the intruder between her lips. With her other hand, Diane stroked back her wife's hair. "Shhh, shhh. It's okay, sweetheart. I know they're big. They're so much bigger than you ever thought they'd be, huh? But that's okay! I know you love them. I know you want bigger. You're greedy, like me. Remember our first date? I made you into such a squirming mess when I showed you all my 'before and after' pictures. I knew, in that moment, that you'd be my perfect wife, my eager toy, my magnum opus."

"It's not too late, baby! There's still enough time for them to let out the dress! Hell, I'll make the adjustments myself if I have to. I know, I know. I know I said that the last fill-up would be the last one until the wedding but... don't you think I look a little... small? This is our wedding! It's supposed to be a celebration of our love, a big celebration, and shouldn't I be big, too? Bigger, at least? They can be symbolic of our happiness: colossal and growing bigger every day! Come on, please?

"Just think of our wedding night, stud~ Won't it be so nice to consummate our marriage and, at the same time, christen my newly expanded titties by shooting your first load over them as a husband and wife? You'd get to see me dragging these massive, bloated spheres of saline down the aisle, the stringed quartet barely masking the sound of their sloshing, freshly filled and so fucking tight on my chest. Can't you picture it?