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Best BE gif I ever found

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Victoire's playing around with some magic ;)

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It was the strangest thing; whenever Jazmyne took the VR headset off, she could never quite remember what she had been doing with it. She knew, on some level, that she had been enjoying herself, the faint feeling of pleasure still lingering in her core, but trying to remember exactly what her been on the display for sometimes two hours at a time. The first time it happened, this bothered her a little, but it bothered her less and less with each use. She just figured, hey, she was having a good time, so why worry about it?

One of her friends commented on the fact that her wardrobe was changing shades. Jazmyne had always been drawn to jewel tones and simple patterns, but each new bit of clothing she bought turned the average shade closer and closer to bubblegum pink. She hand-waved it away as just trying something new, trying to bring a bit of variety into her wardrobe. The fact that the clothes were getting tighter and more revealing went entirely unnoticed, feeling perfectly natural.

For a brief period, work had become a struggle. The way her coworkers talked felt more and more opaque and it seemed like she was falling behind. But an idea came to her during one session with the headset: ask her coworkers for help! They were so happy to help her out, especially the men and especially with her new "professional" wardrobe. In fact, some of her coworkers seemed to hover around her desk, looking over her shoulder, just waiting for her to ask for help. The giggly little dance she did when they agreed to help her always put a smile on their faces.

One day, after a particularly long session with the headset, Jazmyne was looking at her bank account and all the cash she had saved up. She had been saving to buy a house but, for some reason, that just didn't seem appealing anymore. There must be hundreds, maybe even thousands of better uses for that much cash! The realization that she'd barely have to use a third of her savings to get both lip filler and 800ccs of saline implanted in her chest felt like a sign from God. There was no turning her away, no reasoning her out of it. And her coworkers were only too eager to pick up the slack while she was gone.

By the time her new, fake tits were healed, Jazmyne was spending hours and hours in the headset, enjoying the feeling of blank mindlessness. It never bothered her that she was already looking to go up to 1500ccs. It never bothered her that she had started absent-mindedly sucking on whatever she slipped between her lips. It never bothered her that she was hornier than she had ever been in her entire life. It all felt natural. It all felt good.

A past version of Jazmyne might have felt shame at getting moved to a secretarial position, but with more than 2000ccs stretching her hot pink work sweater, shame was something she barely recognized. Besides, being the boss's personal secretary should be a source of pride! He made so many big decisions; helping him to clear his head was the least she could do. Her inflated cockpillows and spherical tits were the perfect assets to do so. She was so much more qualified for this than for her old job, anyway. Sharing her talents with the entire office gave her so much satisfaction and was so rewarding, especially when the reward was sticky and lightly salty.

But Jazmyne made sure to spend as much time looking at the headset. Even if she didn't remember the spirals or the voice whispering in her ear or the pretty pictures of overinflated, brainless fuckdolls being used and filled, she knew it felt right. She knew what she had to do. And she knew it would keep making her happier and happier.

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“ I…I CAN’T STOP…!! “

Uncontrollable hyper breast expansion ＆ hyper butt expansion…that gives her uncontrollable pleasure…!

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What a great view!! 

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You started to work your magic on your girl, and kept her boobs growing...and growing...and growing. The arousal you got as they expanded all the time kept growing in tandem, until by the end she was leaving you absolutely salivating, with her gigantic knockers.

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Breast Expansion music video by RobotDreamsArt

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The thing about magical items is they’re so easy to abuse.

Marcella was learning that quickly. She’d first bought the pen in an antique store, owned it for years and thought nothing of it.

It was during a house party, when she drank too much and passed out on her couch, that one of her friends used it to write dumb slut on her face.

Mean spirited, but hardly the end of the world…until Marcella woke up with a blank, glassy look in her eyes.

Her boyfriend thought she might have had a stroke. She was giggling, bouncing her tits, reaching for his crotch…he was on the verge of calling for an ambulance, when, as an afterthought, wiped the writing off her cheek. His thoughtful, caring girlfriend had been replaced by an empty-headed bimbo.

Her pupils returned to normal, hands falling away from groping herself, mouth closing as her usual mindset reasserted itself.

Almost her usual mindset. Neither of them realized it, but the change left a permanent mark in her personality. She was just a little more sexually open, a little slower on the uptake.

It wasn’t long before she discovered the pen could make body changes, too. The first test was big tits, written across her cleavage, in a lust-filled move as she walked up to the bedroom.

Would she have done that before she used the pen, part of her wondered. But at that moment her tits felt too good to care.

Both her and her boyfriend had watched, enraptured, as her growing breasts overflowed her nightgown, stopping only when they snapped one of the shoulder straps.

Big tits took her up to a full double J cup. Trust me, she measured them. Very thoroughly.

Huge tits made her too big for bras. She grew a pair of enormous lap-fillers, just small enough to reach her arms around comfortably.

Gigantic tits she hadn’t tried yet. Maybe for a special occasion…but it was tempting. The old her would never have fantasized about being that big…

Who cared if none of her regular bras fit anymore? They were just slowing her down.

Dumb slut, busty bimbo, pretty toy…words she started to use every weekend. To relieve work stress. Craving that feeling of blissful emptiness, to lose herself in pleasure.

Who cares if she was always wet now? It just made nights even more fun.

Today, Marcella wanted to try something new. Hefting her trusty pen, frowning when she tried to remember the letter order- did the old her remember how to do that?- before clumsily writing Milk Me in large, blocky letters.

The change was immediate. Just like sliding into a warm bath, or maybe dragging her nipples across fabric…

She didn’t hesitate to touch them, feeling her teats thicken and darken between her fingers. Marcella had barely registered her breast growth, gradual as it was over a dozen transformations…but she had never lactated before. The first wet drops on her hands eliciting a pleasurable gasp as sensations coursed through her, an electric tingling starting at the base of her udders and moving quickly to the swollen nipples.

Marcella glanced at the clock. Udders…now that was a word she could try next. And she still had an entire half hour before her boyfriend came home…

Already she was pulling and tugging them, each successive drop of milk larger and creamier, her moans lengthening and becoming deeper.

It wasn’t long before thick splashes of dairy decorated her counters, the brand new cow swaying her hips happily as she uttered her first-

“Mooooooo!”

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Sex Therapist

It was getting harder and harder to think, or at least think of anything other than her growing body and a sudden insatiable need for cock. Her eyes glazed over as she let the thick cock of the therapist plow down her throat as she lost a few more minutes to the savage throat fucking. The therapist growled as he proceeded to blow another load down Shawna’s eager throat, watching his work as her eyes slowly glazed over, her tits swelled out with each throb of cum, and her mind got a little slower. Her top had grown rather tight over this session, and he made a mental note to reminder when she came too to buy larger clothing, her breasts had certainly swelled out of everything else she wore now. As he slowly let inch after inch of his throbbing 2 foot cock pull back past her thick puffy lips, he smiled at the slowly growing goth bimbo in front of him. “Same time next week for another session? I am beginning to rather enjoy our weekly sessions cock sleeve” He sat back down, adjusting the still pulsing anaconda down his trouser legs and began scribing out his notes on the patient as she licked her lips trying to get the last of his cum from around her lips. 

One month earlier.

Shawna had begun seeing the sex therapist for a few months now. She had felt like she was losing her libido as she was getting older. Desperate to spark some life into her loins she had sought professional help. Shawna was a smoking hot 35 year old with dark black hair cut short, and rocked a sort of alt/goth vibe, donning black clothing that hugged her petite tight hourglass frame. She rocked a strong figure with generous B-cup breasts and a perky bubble butt that sat back on her well formed body. She had been a bit mischievous when she was younger using her curves to her advantage to seduce men and women. Getting anything she wanted, she used to revel in her devious sexy ways, often seducing many different people in an office moving her way up with little work, besides on her back in closets and closed offices. Yet, over the last few years that drive to slay and seduce had eased back, and while she had a few partners she saw from time to time, nothing was really getting her there anymore. Sure, the partners fawned over her curves, and body, begged to titty fuck her, and cum all over her ass, begged to have Shawna have her way with them, and it was fun, but the spark was gone. She had found herself in the middle of sex losing interest, no matter how many hands groped her, or how many partners she had, it felt like it wasn’t enough. She was confused why her sexual appetite was gone from when she was younger. Her body still incredibly hot and needy she had no lack for suiters, but no matter the size or number of them she found herself over analyzing her prey.

Expressing this in her first few sessions with the therapist, he quickly assessed her problem. “Dear Shawna, you are just thinking way too much about this issue. Sex is supposed to be a relaxing enjoyable experience, if you keep over analyzing each partner, each cock, each cunt you are going to miss all the fun.” He said assuredly as he adjusted his seating and recrossed his legs, letting his massive cock pass from her gaze. The therapist was overall a handsome man, with a tall build, and well formed muscles under a sharp looking suit. Shawna had been recommended to him from one of her simps who, during a moment of weakness Shawna had expressed her lack of motivation as the simp was smothered between her thighs as she rode his mouth till he passed out. But not before she had finished all over his lips. She was having trouble getting behind the advice. “But, I can’t just try to relax, that's a paradox.” She huffed slightly, feeling indignity towards the therapist. He clasped his hands together and stared directly towards Shawna. His intense eye contact caused a slight skip of the heart, she felt flustered suddenly and aroused? Odd. “Okay, well if that seems like a hard ask, we could attempt some hypnosis? Maybe some guided trances would help you to relax a bit more?”  He pulled out a long pocket watch and begun to let it slowly slip back and forth between them, its gold glimmered in the office light and his strong yet calm words began to lull Shawna into a trance. At first she almost laughed it off, what sort of quack uses hypnotism in this era? But, with each passing minute, she slowly drifted deeper and deeper into the trance, her body felt heavy and despite herself, she began to feel a slight wetness growing between her legs. “You will relax, letting your mind slip slowly into a slower and less anxious state. You like sex, you want to enjoy the groping, the pleasure, the need. Don’t think too hard, let your mind wander. Let your body fully embrace the want and need. Think of all the cocks, hard, thick, pulsing in between your lips, sliding deeper into your needy cunt, into your tight ass. Think of all the pussy you will be lapping at, the breasts to suck on, the needy lips to kiss and satisfy." 

Shawna slowly slipped deeper and deeper into the trance, her body melting into the chair as she stared at the glimmering watch, she was dimly aware that the therapist's cock was now erect and huge in his pants, throbbing and almost calling to her. Her lips were partly open and a slight bit of drool was dribbling down her lips and falling onto her pert breasts. The cool drip slid slowly between her cleavage as she continued to listen to the words, without hearing them. Suddenly there was a loud snap and her eyes fluttered open. She was aware she had leaned forward, her breasts shoved outwards in presentation and that her hands were between her legs, not playing with herself, but gently rubbing against her thighs. The Therapist stood up and adjusted his cock again down his pant legs and announced that was their time. It took Shawna a moment to regain her composure, thanked the Therapist and scheduled another meeting for a week later. She was surprised to find herself slick and wet, her nipples poking through her clothing as she left the office. 

She went home that evening, and was absolutely ravenous for sex. Her body was on fire, calling up a few different booty calls to arrive a few hours after each other. As she tried to find something to wear, she was having trouble finding a set of bra and panties that felt comfortable. Everything felt too tight, constricting and way too scratchy. It felt irritating to have her breasts confined in such a tight prison and decided to allow the girls to point straight out in anticipation. Not that any of her booty calls would care if she was topless when they arrived. As the first man came over, cock already in his hands, desperate to please her, he was greeted at the door with Shawna already panting, she nearly dove onto the man's cock as he walked through the door. She slammed him back against the door frame as soon as the door was closed and began to start sucking him off like it was her new profession. She had never been so aroused in her life, it was if all her synapses were firing at maximum capactiy and angling her towards horny and slutty and she needed to be fucked and filled immediately. The man not use to this slutty goth monster blew his load almost instantly, his cock not able to handle the onslaught of tongue and lips, Shawna grinding her naked body against him. As she lapped up his flagging cock, she groaned, and started pumping his member back to full size. “Come on, I need more, please tell me you have more in you!” She kept pumping and pumping as the poor man whimpered in pleasure. A few needy moments later, and atleast the mans cock was hard again. Shawna turned around and slammed her ass against him, engulfing his cock in her hot and wet cunt, she had never been this horny before, her mind was blank except for the thought of cock, pussy, breasts and every sexually deviant thing she was going to get up to that evening, that and the merest glimmer of the watch going back and forth. 

That man lasted a few rounds, and was still breathing heavy as the next booty call showed up. Shawna was dripping with semen and her own pussy juices as the next victim came over. Slightly more satisfied, she had put on a pair of panties to be torn of. She was slightly more in control of her body at this time and had found a pair of panties that barely contained her plush ass. She was a walking dripping wet goth dream, and every booty call knew it.

She had the next man tear off her clothing as she let him fuck her in the ass as she screamed and bite down on the pillow. Without missing a beat, she moaned for the first booty call to fuck her in the throat as she got spit roasted from behind. She could feel her body on fire, the need as each cock rammed itself deeper into her throat and ass, she could feel every inch slide into her body. She had never had this much pleasure, this much lust, she felt like she was losing her mind to her body as she rocked back and forth deeper on one cock, only to slam back onto another. She continued in this way, feeling her body seem to wobble more and more with each load she took inside of her. As the hours grew late, her partners began to increase, next a female she had called over to quote “Eat out my pussy till your tongue grew tired” showed up and did as she was told. She had to position herself underneath Shawna as both the previous partners were still attempting to keep up with the goth sluts' increasing need. Coated in a fine shimmer of semen by this point, and panting with the effort of another mind blowing orgasam, Shawna slammed her hips and dripping cunt into the needy new slut to join the fuck party. Her body kept wobbling back and forth, her mind glazing over, much like her swelling tits. She hadn’t noticed it in all the pleasure but her body was growing to match her insatiable lust. Hours would go by, the partners begging to slow down, and being denied as Shawna conquered them all over and over. As she finally passed out from pure bliss, and the exhausted fuck toys left her apartment, Shawna dreamed of the glimmering watch and the throbbing cock of the therapist. 

The next morning, Shawna woke up from the best night of sleep she had in months. Her head was fuzzy and she had to take a very long hot shower to clean off all the semen and pussy juices her body was coated in. She noticed with little attention that she had seemed to plump up all over in the night. As if each load she had ingested or took, and each orgasm she had the previous evening had gone straight to her curves. Her breasts seemed fuller, heavier plumper, barely able to compress into any of her clothing. Her ass swallowed up every pair of panties or thong she put on, noticing a nice camel toe was showing. She couldn’t help but moan as she looked at herself in the mirror, she was a walking wet dream, and she deeply considered calling into work. Thinking of all the booty calls she could drain to grow larger. But, after much deliberation, and a few orgasams with her slew of toys, she decided her coworkers should have the option to drool over her as well. As she came into the office, curves fully on display in the tightest clothing she had ever worn, she was aware of every member of the office's eyes gazing over her as she walked by. She drank it in as she left her outfit to do all the talking. Her workload was barely touched, but by the end of the day she had certainly taken in a few different loads from her coworkers, and made sure that the rest of her work was delegated appropriately. As she drained her boss once more behind his desk, milking every drop of his big thick rod. She had never been more alive in her body, every movement sent her body wobbling and jiggling in all the right ways. Her breasts had to be shoved back into their top, and her ass was showing from every angle in her tight pants. Shawna kept thinking back to the Therapist and wondering if she could get another appointment sooner, as she let her lips slide all the way down the boss's cock, swallowing every inch and purring as the man groped her enlarged breasts, his eyes rolling back as he unloaded again and again. She was no longer distracted, but fully focused on getting as much sex and worship as she could tease out of her coworkers. She even had time to seduce the boss's secretary on her way out, making sure to leave her dripping and panting for more as she ran her face and tongue up and down Shawna’s wet cunt. She was a fuck machine and insatiable. By the time her next session had arrived a week later her body was fully on its way to transforming into a goth bimbo.

The Therapist made no mention of her enhanced body, nor acknowledged that she was pushing her tits together making a valley of cleavage towards him. Her tits had swelled out to the size of cantaloupes, round and firm, with puffy nipples pressed against the fabric, begging to be sucked on. Her lips puffy and pouty had also plumped up to match her swelling aesthetic. Her eyes locked onto his. She had been waiting in the lobby, nearly dripping with anticipation of seeing him again. “So, how have you been finding your sex drive to be, Miss Shawna?” he asked with little to no preamble. The thought of sex hadn’t left her mind since that first session, the idea of the Therapists cock face fucking her, or filling her up over and over again left her moaning most nights, and left her partners gasping for air and water as she used them over and over, draining them for her lust. “It’s been…. insatiable," she gasped throatally, as she hefted her tits out of her tiny top and presented them towards the therapist purring with need.

He reached out his hand and roughly groped them. They barely fit in his large palms, and her nipples felt good, tweaked and tugged at. Shawna nearly came from that interaction alone. “You seem to be swelling out, and I can smell how wet you are, dripping all over my couch. You look like a blown up goth bimbo in heat, you little slut.” The words melted Shawna’s brain as she pushed her breasts into his rough hands, practically drooling over his words. “I think we need another session of hypnosis, it seems to be working very well, don’t you think?” as he brought out the gold watch and began to swing it back and forth in front of her glazed over eyes. No, she thought, No, I want his cock…. That was all that went through her mind before the hypnosis took over. She didn’t know how long she sat there, bombarded by sexual wording and slutty behavior he continued to suggest, as she locked into the trance state. “You are a slut, a big tittied goth bimbo. You love sucking cocks, and getting face fucked, your body is a temple to lust and sex. Your mind will slowly wither away, filled with only the thought of how much more fucked and pleased you can be. With each swing of this watch, you will become more and more desperate to be filled out. To have your body grow into a bimbo cum bucket. My Bimbo cock sleeve. Needing to be used and filled over and over again. Every inch of you is to bring pleasure to others, and to yourself. You love the new you, the goth big titted cum slut that you are.” Over and over again his words pounded into her head, as he groped her tits, and let his fingers find their way into her every hole. She obediently lapped at his fingers, moaned constantly and nodded her head slowly. Her body needed to be groped, she felt the lust building up in her, burning away any other thoughts. He never let her touch his cock though, not yet. He would wait till the hypnosis was truly worked into her mind. Till she was begging outside his office door, till her body had completely formed into the slut he knew she wanted and needed to be. As he let the watch slip back and forth he stroked his massive cock mere inches from her puffy lips, as her tongue desperately lapped at the air near his throbbing monster. It was massive, a huge pulsing two foot anaconda of meat, she had never seen anything like it, and was drooling over herself to touch it. To be used by him, to make that meat bat cum all over her. Shawna rubbed her huge breasts together, let her fingers spread her sopping pussy apart and whined waiting for a single drop from the therapist. Waiting till she could fully dive onto his cock slobbering and writhing. He didn’t let her. He kept it just out of her reach, as he chanted her slut mantra over and over again letting her mind dwell deeper in her primal lust. Her mind slowly drifting off as the therapist began to erupt all over her body, covering her and her swelling breasts.

Shawna woke up at her apartment. She didn’t remember leaving the office of the Therapist, only that her body had continued to swell outward. Her tits were massive orbs sitting atop her pale skin, each one a basketball sized breast, suckable thick nipples sat upon her globes of flesh. Her hands were already rubbing themselves all over her body, she was still coated in a thick amount of semen from the Therapist. Yet, she knew she had never gotten close enough to touch it, to grasp the monster she fantasied about daily and nightly. 

She was in her apartment wearing the sexiest pair of panties that still fit around her plush cunt, still slick and puffy from being finger fucked and probably fucked on the way home by who ever had driven her there. Who had dropped her off, who had cum inside of her, as she felt the semen leaking out of her juicy pussy. She didn’t care, all she thought about was the Therapist's massive cock, how close she was to tasting it. How badly she wanted to drag her tongue down its length as she gagged on every last inch. She hefted each of her tits up and began sucking them clean, and waited. Her breasts were large enough now that she could suck on them and play with herself at the same time, moaning like the fuck toy she was becoming. Some how Shawna was sure any minute that someone would walk through her doors and use her like she dreamed about. How she craved everything, to be fucked, to fuck, to have her face buried inbetween a pair of legs, lapping at some wet pussy, while being drilled from behind by any number of cocks. Or to be in a group of people, every hole of hers spread out like a good bimbo cock sleeve. Her mind was fuzzy, filled with affirmations and needs. 

When suddenly her boss walked through the door with his secretary. How had they known she would be there? Did she care? As she crawled across the floor, breasts dragging across the carpet, her ass plumped up and wobbled behind her as she kneeled before the man. She was a bitch in heat, needing to be bred and filled out.  He stood before her, smiling his erection clear underneath his slacks. Without ceremony he pulled out his thick cock, still dripping and covered in lipstick that was clearly from the secretary blowing him on the way here. She was wrapped around him, in a state of undress, tits out and flustered, looking half sex crazed herself. Shawna let her tongue lap around the head, slide down each inch feeling the pulsing veins beneath her lips as she moaned and purred into his balls in anticipation. She felt the secretary take her place behind her, her lips being spread apart as the secretary began lapping at her still glistening cunt. Shawna moaned deep and low as the secretary began to speed up, her tongue dancing across her folds, and teasing her plump clit. The boss took her head in her hands and began to savagely face fuck Shawna, while he watched the two women frantically writhe against him. Shawna felt her mind slipping farther and farther away as each inch pushed its way down her throat, as her black lipstick mixed with the red already at the base of his swelling cock. She thought about the Therapist's cock snaking its way down his pant legs, and how it dwarfed the bosses, how its length would surely satisfy her primal need. Her lips swelled around the pulsing monster, and her tits filled out a little more. Pooling beneath her as her nipples pressed more and more into the cold carpet. Her ass wobbled more and more, clapping against the head of the secretary deep in her work. She was in ecstasy as each side of her felt the pleasure of being fucked. 

Shawna came, her body shot stark still, she could feel the electricity flooding her cunt and making its way to her brain. She was caught between the rod holding her throat in place, and the relentless onslaught of tongue on her clit. The secretary sucked hard on her clit and played with her own dripping cunt. Her nipples grew hard and pressed deeper into the floor. Her eyes flew back as she felt her boss unload a load deep inside of her. Felt its torrent rush down her throat like liquid gold filling her out. She felt the secretary push her tongue so deep inside of her cunt, and her face pressed right up against her clit as she howled around the cock in her mouth. She couldn’t think of anything but sex, how badly she never wanted to be empty, how she dreamed of her body being good enough, curvy enough, coated enough to satisfy the Therapist. The boss never let up, continuing to blow load after load down her throat. Eventually he flipped her over and pounded into her needy plump pussy. Her clit was as large as a marble now, throbbing and pulsing in her plush cunt. Her tits rocked back and forth taking over her whole chest. Her body was a wash of sex, every curve formed to drain and please. His cock disappeared in the folds of her pussy, as the secretary mounted Shawna’s face and ground her body against her. The secretary moaned as her tits bounced everywhere. Not as big as Shawna’s, but they had their own heft. It was so hot to watch this woman lose herself against Shawna, to use her to cum over and over again. Shawna’s eyes tried to take in everything, but all she saw was the glimmer of gold in the back of her mind, and passed out, off into ecstasy as she came over and over again. Felt the juices of the hot blonde above her drizzle across her face as she came all over Shawna, pooling between her gargantuan tits. Felt the last throbs of the boss's cock still pulsing slowly retreating from her used cunt. He finished the last drops off across her stomach as the secretary lapped at the sticky white mess across her body. She was a mess, and she loved it, craved it. She wondered how many days it would be, how many partners and booty calls would come and use her till she could finally taste the cock she dreamed about every day. Her eyes went dark as she passed out and the couple left the apartment, both satisfied for now.

Shawna had finally filled out enough for the Therapist to start using her. It had taken a month or so, and more sessions than he had anticipated, but the wait was worth it. Her breasts the size of watermelons swung out beneath her as she lifted her top off as instructed. Her mind was almost completely taken over by lust. Her ass had swelled out, held together by thick hips that could be grabbed from all sides and used as anchors for savage and deep doggy style. Her lips left her looking pouty at all times, puffy and plush, she looked like she was always moments away from plunging herself down on a thick object. She was the goth bimbo he had hoped for. As he pulled his thick cock out inch by slow inch he could tell she was going to be able to finally take every last chunk of his two foot cock. She was built to be the finest fuck toy he had ever created, a perfect bimbo fuck sleeve, ready to be used and finished in when ever he wanted. He would have to thank that man who had recommended him to her, but not before he finally got to bottom out on her. Shawna obediently got on her knees and opened her mouth wide, letting her lips pull apart slowly as the head of his cock pulsed against her lips. She hefted her huge tits together to attempt to wrap around as much of his cock as she could before he filled her out like the cock sleeve she was. It wasn’t working, she was desperate and whining, her nipples dragged back and forth across his thick pole. “No hypnosis today dear” He said as he slid the first 6 inches down her throat with no resistance. I think we have fixed your over-thinking problem, don't you think?” he groaned as she plunged as much of her throat down his cock as she could mumbling something to the affirmative. “Don’t talk with your mouth full Shawna.” He grunted as she continued to desperately go deeper, her tits wobbling her body still growing. “It’s unseemly of you, my little slut.” Her whining only stopped when her lips met the bottom of his shaft. He could see the pulsing throb in her throat, felt her tongue wrap around it, snaking its way up and down his big plump balls. Her body shuddered as he drew back a few inches and began to pump back and forth. She was already cumming from the throat fucking, and it wasn’t even five minutes into their hour long session. He was going to drain himself in her over and over again, till that tiny top wouldn’t fit around her tits. Till her ass wouldn’t fit in chairs anymore, and then he’d do it all over again.

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-trionaut

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Is growth in your sleep unwilling growth?

“Mmm, I’m a good cow…” Hannah murmured in a trance like tone. She tossed and turned in her sleep, only sending her hugs breasts wobbling. “Such a good cow for you…”

You smirked. The hypnosis was working.

During the day, Hannah was shy, reserved, filled with anxiety. But she’d come to you for some help sleeping soundly, and your tapes had helped her greatly.

There’s only one problem. Or to be more accurate, two massive, rapidly growing problems.

“I forgot the pumps…” she murmured. It turned out, being hypnotized had exposed a side of herself she’d kept hidden for a long time.

One that was as horny and sensual as the daytime Hannah was not.

“There might be…another way to empty them…” Her fantasies always ended the same way- on her back, letting out cute little moans as she imagined illusory hands tugging her nipples.

You looked closer. The fun part was starting.

“Hey…not so rough…” Hannah limply swatted her arm at her imaginary milking partner.

“You’ll make them sore…” She weakly protested, but she was already getting bigger.

With each bounce, every shift back and forth across her torso, the twins got chubbier. Moaning softly in her sleep, Hannah’s nipples traced ovals in the air, breasts plumping up by the minute as she imagined blissful groping.

She’d learned the first week not to wear a nightgown to bed- they were expensive! When she woke up, her fantasy boldness gone, Hannah would often try to cover them, only to recoil in shock at the new sensitivity of her udders. Blushing embarrassment replacing her previous lust for growth.

“Bred?…but I’ve never been filled up before…” She’s back to talking, muttering as she tries to dreamily push her pajama pants off. This was new.

“It’s only natural…for a heifer…” Hannah somehow made that last word sound as sensual as possible, one hand slipping into her panties. She was moving again, jiggling her breasts, but slower…more focused on her hips.

You wondered, if dreaming about being groped could make her chest grow, could other fantasies get her pregnant?

“Yeeesssss….” She breathily puts a fingertip in her mouth, still completely passed out. Her swollen breasts slap against her waist, rhythmically, even bigger than before. You smiled at the sight.

Whether or not she gets pregnant, either way she’ll have magnificently milky udders soon…

[shadowedaphrodisiacs]

"Wh-what was in that drink!? What's happening to me? I'm getting... more busty! What did you do to me!? Whatever it was, reverse it now! My chest is so big now! I won't be able to walk around now without getting stares! I don't want attention being put on me because of my giant breasts... so big and bouncy... and soft...

...and, God, my leggings are so tight! My ass is getting too big! You can't do this to me! I don't want my ass to be so... thick... and fat... along with my boobs... they're so big...

...mmmmph... and sensitive... I don't want these... sexy assets... so big and sexy... I look like a slut now...

....mmmmm... my ass... and tits... so big... and bouncy...

...what was I saying? What? W-wrap my tits around your... yes... yes... put my tits to use... master... mmmm... I'm sooo big...

...Master... please... fuck me... I want to be your slut... your little toy..."