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Titties of the day volume 14

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It was a simple spell; your busty bullies would come tease you, and you'd drain their tits, letting you go from flat to stacked so you could be the one laughing at them for once.

You didn't realize they'd bring a gaggle of girls to join in the fun. Over a dozen busty bitches. Well, at least they were. Then they all walked into the study lounge and their tops and dresses all got baggy around the chest.

Your chest, meanwhile...

"Aww, is Jenny Juggs gonna bust another top?" One flat blonde laughed. Even titless, it seemed bullies found a reason to bully. They were probably just jealous because none of the guys in the study lounge were looking at them.

And the looking became staring when your top did, inevitably, tear open at the threat of your massive mammary avalanche.

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fat weighty tits are the best. fuck perky lighty bouncy conventional breasts I like a bit of meat on my plate. massive, sagging, heavy tits that take two hands to hold, weighing down on my face and nearly suffocating me... it's like a dream. the bigger and more sensitive yr areola are the better btw.

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If you vehemently exclude cis-men and cis-women from your spaces, get out of mine, 🙏

Ice cold takes from a Transgender Woman:

Men are not inherently Evil

Everyone has the capacity for evil

Transgender Men are men

Transgender Women are women

Excluding Cisgender Men from your spaces requires Transgender Men to out themselves if they want to engage (Same for Women)

Anyone can be Non-Binary, there is no "look" or requirement

Non-binary masculine presenting people should be welcome in queer spaces, many are just treated as men and predators

Non-binary feminine presenting people should be welcome in queer spaces without being seen as "Woman-Lite"

Edited the wording on the first point because too many terfs keep thinking I'm their friend.

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Massive

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"Say it. Say it right now. Say April Fools right fucking now! I don't know what you did or how you did it but it's not fucking funny!

"...No, no, no, what do you mean? I sure as shit didn't look like this when I went to bed last night and whatever you did, I need you to undo it now!

"...No, I didn't 'change my hair' you absolute fucking imbecile! I'm getting real sick of this fucking game, bro. I'm talking about these! These huge fucking tits that I know for sure I didn't have yesterday!

"...Dude, what the fuck. That's fucking sick. You really photoshopped my old pictures to give me these huge milkbags? That's really fucked up, man. What the hell?

"...I mean, yeah, I guess I wasn't super happy with my B cups, but I never wanted to go this big! They're huge! Massive fucking bimbo tits! Look at the way they bounce! God, I bet my hands wouldn't even cover my- Mmmf! Oh, holy fuck, these things are sensitive.

"...Uh, d-dude? What are you- Aahhhn! F-fuck, who said you could touch- Uunnnf!

"...We did? We were? I don't- Oh God yes! Fuck, I don't care anymore. Just don't stop!"

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Waitress really wondering if the pay is worth all the requests she gets for fresh milk in the coffee.

Julie sat on the wooden stool, arms crossed over her chest and legs crossed to match, as the familiar scent of coffee floated into the back room from behind the bar. Her fingers drummed on her arm as she watched her coworker tinker with the small machine, occasionally glancing at the hose that stuck out from one side. Her nipples stiffened despite herself, acting on memory and instinct.

"This is entirely unfair, you know." She reached up and brushed her black-and-purple hair out of her eyes. "I have a degree! I shouldn't have to do this. It's discriminatory, is what it is! Just because I'm the only woman at this shop, doesn't mean I should have to go through... Through... This!" She gestured angrily at the pumps before crossing her arms again, huffing defiantly.

Harrison took a deep sigh, mentally preparing himself to have, yet again, the same conversation he had with Julie at least twice a week. "You're right. Sure! You're absolutely right. Sorry, you're the only one with actual tits here. Maybe you should have done what I did and had yours chopped off before you started working here." He leaned over the pump, featuring at the frustrated barista, wrench in hand. "But you didn't think about that before you signed the agreement, did you? You just saw 'employee will earn 90% of tips on all orders containing Fresh Milk™' and you signed on the dotted line." A sly grin crept over Harrison's lips. "Not to mention, I don't hear you complaining when I flip that little switch." He cleared his throat and raised his pitch, letting his eyes cross and his tongue loll out. "Oh! Yes! Ah! I'm m-making so much milk! It's sucking so hard on my thick, juicy udders!" As his grin returned, wider than before, he gave his now deeply blushing coworker a wink and a kiss. Julia, cheeks near bruising, huffed and turned her head.

"W-whatever. Shut up. Can we just get this over with? I'm just about full to bursting with Company Resources over here and I'd really like to not soak through my clothes."

His grin fell to a subtle smirk as Harrison returned his focus to the machine in front of him. "Fine, fine, I think I'm done with the capacity upgrades, so we should be good to go." He shrugged his shoulders. "It's popular stuff, I guess." His hand wrapped around the hose near where it met the machine and dragged along its length, finding the suction cups on the far end. With his free hand, he flipped the switch on the machine and it whirred to life, Harrison testing the suction in the cups with his thumbs. "All set on my side. Your turn, Bessie."

Julie resented the nickname, however fitting it might be. Little grumbles bubbled out of her as she lifted the steps of her apron over her head and let it fall forward. Her fingers fiddled with the buttons on her shirt, the struggle made more difficult with how tight they were pulled. The temptation to say Screw It, slip her fingers into one of the diamond gaps, and pull until buttons scattered across the floor grew stronger as her frustration mounted. The only thing that kept her grounded was the thought that, if she got any bigger, she wouldn't even need to use her hands. She closed her eyes, steeling herself against any comment Harrison might make about the fact that she was wearing a nursing bra, having to find the corner clasps in the dark before peeling down the cups of her bra.

Harrison swallowed. God, Julia's tits had become massive. He had noticed they were big early on, in a random moment when Julie smoothed down her apron over her stomach, but they had easily doubled in size since then. He didn't know how big the bra was, potentially in the K-cup range (appropriate, for a coffee shop) but with the way her tits bulged around the straps, deep red lines left in Julie's pale skin, he could tell that it wasn't enough, especially when she was engorged like this. Her nipples had to be as big as two of his fingers put together, swollen both from the growth and from Julie's regular milking. A quiet ahem! snapped Harrison out of his daze and brought him back to what he was supposed to be doing. He tried and failed to keep his hands from trembling as he brought the suction cups towards Julie's nipples.

"Well? You waiting for an embossed invitation? Get those things on- OOUUGGHH! Fuuuuuck!"

The suction dragged Julie's nipples into the cups, milk rushing out from her swollen tits. She doubled over, her hands gripping her knees until her knuckles turned white. As shameful as it was, the pleasure that washed over her made Harrison's teasing expression remarkably accurate. "Oh God... What did I let them do to me... They gave me these huge fucking udders!"

Harrison quickly rushed over to the door, slamming it shut in an effort to keep Julie's erotic rambling from reaching the customers.

"They turned me into a cow! I was supposed to be an artist! This was supposed to be a survival job! And now I have these massive milkers!" Julie thrust her chest forward, throwing her head back. Blush crept into Harrison's cheeks as he watched his objectively very pretty coworker in the throes of passion. Milk rushed into the cups and down the hose, filling the canister stuck into the side. Even with the capacity upgrades, it seemed to be filling awfully fast. A moan from Julie brought Harrison back to the show she was putting on. Her hands gripped the sides of her swollen breasts, squeezing to encourage her milk to flow.

"Mmmf, fuuuuuck, my tits are so fucking big! I make so much milk! I'm a fucking COW!" Harrison braced himself for the moan that he was sure would follow, but it didn't come. Julie's eyes rolled back. Her jaw dropped open. Her tongue hung loosely from her lips. But no sound came out, her throat too tense from the orgasm that was overwhelming her. The pumps just barely kept the suction cups from filling with milk, whisking it away as fast as it could.

Finally, Julie collapsed. As the orgasm faded, it took her strength with it. She slumped forward, breathing heavily, hair matted to her forehead with sweat. Harrison wanted to comfort her or at least check if she was okay, but he was worried she might topple over entirely. He tried to distract himself from his own arousal, checking on the pump to make sure it was still working, checking the milk in the tank, all the while he kept glancing back at Julie, waiting for her to snap out of it. As the flow of milk waned, turning to a trickle, he flipped the switch and shut it off. Soon, all that was left was the sound of Julie catching her breath. His finger traced over the side of the tank, dragging along the volume markers to find just how much had been pulled from Julie's tits.

"Uh oh."

Julie's head snapped up, her voice hoarse from her erotic outbursts. "Uh oh? Uh oh? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Julie's gaze was fierce and furious and Harrison could barely meet it. "W-well, uh... The capacity upgrades were mostly to make sure we weren't missing any. Demand for your milk keeps going up and we keep running out and-"

"Just spit it out! What does-"

"You're not making enough milk."

The words hung in the air, both of them slightly stunned by the revelation.

"...What?"

"T-to meet demand. Sales have been so good and I'm sure you've seen your tips go up, but we keep running out. I was hoping we'd get more with a bigger tank, but it's still not enough." Harrison let his gaze drift down to Julie's chest before looking back up at her stunned expression. "And, well, in the contract-"

"I'm going to have to go bigger, aren't I?"

Harrison's mouth opened, only to wordlessly close again, nodding his head. Julie looked down at her gigantic udders, trying to picture how much bigger they could really get. The answer sent a shudder down her spine, but she had no idea how much of it was fear and how much of it was arousal.

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A book review of "Meditate your way to bigger breasts."

RATING: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

WARNING: THIS REALLY WORKS!

I'll admit, I bought this book as a skeptic. I've never found much use to meditation but I wanted bigger breasts and I thought, what the hell, there are worse reasons to take up meditation.

I skimmed through the first few chapters and thought I got the gist of it and started meditating, twenty minutes a day every other day. I told myself I would keep going for four weeks and, if I didn't see any progress, I could chuck the book in the fireplace and be done with it. In some ways, the meditation worked like traditional meditation because it made me very aware of just how unaware I am of myself. I was ready to give up entirely, thinking I had completely failed to grow at all, until almost halfway through the fourth week when my bra couldn't close. I had somehow remained completely oblivious to my own growth, unable to see it happening literally under my nose. I was so excited! I had gone up two cup sizes in less than a month! That was all I really wanted anyway, just a little boost up top to give me some decent cleavage, so I counted that as a rousing success.

No, you might be thinking, if it worked so well, why didn't I give it five stars? And why is it a "warning" that the technique works?

Well, after it worked so well, I showed the book to my girlfriend. She was also very pleased with the results and made her pleasure known. That was a fun night. Over the next couple of weeks, I let the thoughts about the book pass without giving them much weight and went about my life, happy with my new size. But my new size didn't stay my new size. Another week went by, no meditation, but I saw another cup size. Another week brought two more. As fun as it was, I was starting to get worried. What if it wasn't the meditation, but I was having some kind of bizarre medical episode. My girlfriend was quick to calm me, usually with her lips around my nipple, but it was still a bit concerning, especially when I outgrew the largest bra I could find at three different stores. Even paying for rush delivering on a custom bra would have it getting to me too late, outgrowing it by the time it arrived.

It was only when I insisted that my girlfriend take me to a doctor that she came clean. I figured she had thrown the book out, but she had kept it. Studied it. Figured out that she could give me the mantras while I was asleep. I wasn't too happy about nearly quadrupling my "perfect" size, now big enough to nearly cover my bellybutton, but at least I wasn't in danger. But I was going to have to get her back.

Honestly, being such a buxom couple isn't a terrible thing! We get some stares as we bounce walk down the street, but our sex life is a very, very jiggly now! She's twice as big as I am!

TL;DR - The book works great, but be careful with it! It's easy to get greedy.

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"Here you go! I asked John how you like it. You take four cream, two sugars, right?"

You didn't, but you weren't about to correct the Gloria Lucas. She was confident and strong, didn't take shit from anyone, ran her research team like a machine. It didn't hurt matters, either, that she was drop-dead gorgeous, either. You had a habit of sneaking looks at her chest now and then, something she seemed to tacitly encourage with her tight sweaters, though at her enormous, torso-dominating size made anything tight. The fact that she knew who you were was incredible, let alone the fact that she so casually approached. You took a drink of the coffee, almost in shock that this goddess was acknowledging you at all.

A sigh rolled out of Gloria as she pulled up a chair and sat down next to you, wiggling her hips to settle in. "Sorry, I know it's weird to just drop in like this, I just... I made a big breakthrough and everyone else is gone for the day, so I didn't have anyone to share it with." Your eyes widen, your ears perking up. You didn't know what Gloria's team was working on. Part of running a tight ship meant no leaks. No one at the lab outside of her small team knew exactly what she was researching. You nod along, encouraging her to ramble, enraptured by the sound of her voice and the subtle wobbling of her breasts.

"Really, we made the breakthrough a while ago, it's just been a matter of dialing in the formula. The first couple of tests we ran, the effects were too big or too small, too quick or too slow. For something like this to be practical, it has to be right on the money."

Your curiosity aches inside your chest, but you don't want to interrupt. The warmth of your coffee spreads through your body as you take another sip. "I was really worried we weren't gonna find that sweet spot, that perfect balance where-" Gloria paused for a moment before chuckling at herself. "Oh, my goodness, you have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?" You smiled, the tension suddenly relieved, shaking your head and going in for another sip.

"My team has been working on a non-surgical way to encourage breast growth. Or, as I mentioned, we've been perfecting a way to do it. We cracked the code a while back, as you can see!" Gloria sat up straight and gestured to her bust. You nearly spat out your coffee. "I was one of the first guinea pigs, but the concentration I took wasn't nearly as powerful as we were hoping and a bit too slow. It took almost two weeks before we knew it had worked and it didn't stop for almost four weeks after that. I'm pretty pleased with the end result, though!" A shimmy in her shoulders sent ripples and wobbles through her bust, even more hypnotic than it already was.

"But now we've really nailed it down. Starts working almost immediately runs its course within twenty-four hours. A single dose is enough to move someone nearly halfway through the alphabet!" She peered at you over her coffee mug, a mischievous glint in her eye. "And you know what the best part is?" The rest of the world grew quiet as she leaned in, lowering her voice to a whisper.

"We got the formula to the point where it tastes almost identical to regular, ordinary cream."

She leaned back, the mischievous glint returns in full force. Idly, with a forced nonchalance, she stirs her coffee with her fingertip.

"How was it you liked your coffee again? Four creams?"

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Peak Cinema

The "Alphabet Run" was the gold standard of speed swellers, women who would push their gifts of growth to the limits and get as big as fast as they can. While a sub-90 second time to add 26 inches to their bust line has long been theorized and planned by the community, it has only been recently that someone has pulled it off.

Devon squared up against Alyssa, alcohol still strong on both their breaths. Lightning arced between their gaze, but neither of them blinked.

"I'm so fucking sick of hearing this! So what if I'm already a G cup! That doesn't fucking mean anything!" Devon stuck out her chest, pressing her breasts against Alyssa's As. "I can still compete! I can kick your ass any day of the fucking week!"

Alyssa's eyes narrowed, her lips twisting into a haughty smirk. "Listen, freshman. I've been doing this a lot longer than you have. No one naturally bigger than a C cup has ever placed competitively. Breast, ass, or any other category! And don't say Cooper Bering. You know as well as I do the only reason she placed is because the entirety of the Green City Growers was disqualified because they got caught using Prolactidine. And she still only got third!" She poked a single finger into the side of Devon's squished tit, the younger competitor trying to keep her fierce composure. "The point is, you used up all your growth potential, G Cup. You don't belong in this sport."

Embarrassment burned in Devon's cheeks and ears, her mind sputtering as she tried to figure out how to retort. The warmth only grew as her teammates stared at her, some with pity, some hoping she'd put Alyssa 'The Ass' (a nickname she earned not just for her primary event) LaRue in her place. Devon took a deep breath, holding it until she finally blurted out-

"Fuck you! I'll do an Under-90 Alphabet Run! Then maybe you'll finally shut the fuck up!"

Hushed whispers spread through the crowd. Alyssa took a second to register what Devon had said. When she did, she couldn't help a laugh. "You? The alphabet run? Yeah, and if you flap your arms hard enough, maybe you can make a cow fly!" Alyssa took a step back, slapping Devon's tit from underneath, making her yelp. "Fine, G Cup. You're on. You do an AR90, something no one has ever done successfully, even at a professional level, and I'll leave you alone. Hell, I'll make a public apology! But if you don't..." Alyssa's face took on a sinister expression. "Then you take your tits and get the fuck out of my sport. Forever."

The thought of giving up competitive growing, the sport she loved, made Devon pause, but she was too far gone. The die had been cast. She stood up straight and nodded her head. The crowd went wild.

"You're on."

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The crowd was going wild, cheering Devon on as she raced through cup sizes. Even though she started at G, it was tradition for Alphabet Run attempts to be counted by observers by letter for every inch grown. The run ended at Z, but many people didn't make it that far.

"R!"

"S!"

"T!"

Alyssa was sweating. She tried to keep her focus on the stopwatch in her hands, but she couldn't keep her eyes off of Devon. The sheer size and heft of her breasts was nothing short of a miracle. Even without the seven cup head start, they were a sight to behold. Each one had to be bigger than both Devon's and her own heads combined!

"U!"

And they were still growing!

Alyssa swallowed. "Y-you'll never make it! You still have five cup sizes and only... Five seconds!"

Concentration twisted Devon's face. Her chest heaved. A deep breath rushed into her lungs and-

"GRRRAAAAAAGGHHH!!"

The crowd stopped counting, simply staring in awe as Devon's breasts surged in size. They looked more like they were inflating than growing. Devon arched har back, trying to push every last ounce of growth that she could into her tits. By the time they stopped, six full inches had been added to her already gargantuan bust. There was a half-second of awed silence before a ringing broke the trance.

Alyssa's timer.

Ninety seconds.

The crowd erupted, rushing in on Devon to celebrate her victory. The now exceedingly top-heavy woman staggered, suddenly feeling the weight of her enormous breasts sticking out more than a foot in front of her.

Alyssa just stood there with her jaw dropped open. Her whole worldview had been shattered. She should have been embarrassed at the loss but all she could think was Holy shit... We're gonna win every fucking trophy...

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Anne's "Little" Experiment

Anne had been a fun date, spicy and a flirt all evening. The two of you had gone dancing at the local club, and after a few too many drinks that Anne had been supplying to you all night, the two of you had caught an Uber back to Anne’s place. Smashed and excited to be hooking up with this sweet little piece of ass you could hardly keep your hands off Anne. Her tiny pert ass had been grinding into you all night, leaving you wanting, and she was constantly copping a feel as you two hung all over each other all night. The clumsy make-out in the Uber back to her place had left you with the worst blue balls, and a raging hard-on. When the two of you finally stumbled through the door into Anne’s apartment you were practically drooling over the way she wiggled herself between you and the door. The spitfire of a woman had dropped her pants the moment you had closed the door behind the two of you. She winked at you, and disappeared into the kitchen, her tight behind wiggling back and forth to entice you. Groaning, you followed the passionate woman into the kitchen, where she had two glasses in her hands waiting for you. Almost laughing at the idea of drinking more, when the world was already starting to tip a little around you, she pushed one of the drinks into your hand, before downing hers, and slowly beginning to take off her shirt. Downing the odd tasting liquor you quickly began to undress and grope the beautiful bombshell in front of you. She melted into your arms, and nibbled at your ear, her body on fire next to yours.

The two of you stumbled into her bedroom, where she used you in every possible way. Her body rocked yours as she straddled you and rode you for all you were worth. You were in pretty good shape, but Anne was fucking you like a triple A athlete, her tight body worked your cock back and forth, causing you to erupt almost immediately. You grabbed at her breasts and ass as you held her in place for a brief moment as your cock exploded with pleasure and heat. After the few pulses and pumps the beast took a moment to subsided; you attempted to lay back into the comfy sheets of her bed, and relax in the afterglow. That's when you realized, your cock never went down, and despite what felt like an incredible orgasm, you were still raging inside of Anne’s tight cunt. In fact it felt even tighter inside of her, warmer and…. needier? She never broke stride and even with your body weak beneath her, she doubled down her speed and bounced her tight bubble butt against your hips until she milked you a second time. And a third time, and a fourth time. Still your cock stood erect, clenched tight inside of Anne’s boiling cunt. You groaned and wailed in ecstasy, hands wildly moving over her sweaty body, attempting to grab on to any part of her and stop her from draining you dry. Anne breathtakingly brought you to erupt a fifth time in the last 2 hours. As you lay there exhausted, confused and thoroughly drained you watched as Anne popped off of you, with some effort and headed to her shower.

Before she walked too far, she came back, kissed you lightly on the forehead and handcuffed one of your hands to the headboard. “I’ll leave you one hand to help with your…. need” she smiled and looked down at your enraged and throbbing cock. It was huge, larger for sure than before this evening, the veins were standing on end, as the head pulsed a deep red. Pre-cum was leaking out at a surprising rate as the beast in front of you quivered. For almost 3 hours Anne had been riding that monster, letting it fill her up, snaking its way deeper into her cunt, as she drained you repeatedly. But now, it was free, a pulsing monolith. You groaned in horror as your other hand wrapped around the throbbing monster and began to work the massive slab of meat, it was huge and hefted against your hips. The new size felt odd in your hand, thick, slimy, weighty and most of all used. You watched as Anne bounced away, dripping from her overly filled pussy, all the way to the shower. As she passed by your cock, she gave the head of it a little kiss. You attempted to let go of your cock to attempt to break the handcuffs, but within a few minutes of trying, your cock began to pulse so badly, and swell so large, you had to go back to stroking it. The torture of pleasure and fear, kept you up long enough to get off 2 more times, each time mind breakingly intense, and only abated your need for a few minutes, before you passed out for the night. 

You awoke the next morning, thirst and bleary eyed. You groaned in the unfamiliar and sticky sheets of the bed. You attempted to reach for your phone and realized your hand was still handcuffed to the bed. Shock hit you all at once as you sat bolt upright, handcuffs jingling against the metal rail. You were still at Anne’s house, you could hear her humming somewhere in the house. What had happened last night, and then you saw it. How you missed it earlier you had no idea, but before you in your lap rose a monster. More than a foot and a half in length and thick as a soda can, the behemoth before you stood erect as an obelisk. Without thinking your hand slowly began to wrap itself around the monster cock in front of you. Like a lightning bolt, the pleasure hit you. The moment you started stroking, you couldn’t stop. 

“I see we are awake” Anne coyly said as she sauntered back into the bedroom. She was dressed in an ill fitting bra and PJ’s, as she wandered over and crawled onto the bed. With a swift slap to the head of your cock, she sent you erupting as she grabbed hold of your enormous cock and started lapping up the erupting specimen. Your eyes went white at the intense pleasure, you collapsed back on to the bed, as Anne began to work the huge cock in her hands. “Wow, I new you would be a great test subject from our fuck session last night, but even I am impressed with how well your body reacted to the drug”. She mumbled as she stroked the throbbing and growing cock. You barely registered what you were hearing as she kept you on the brink of finishing again. “I developed a new sex drug, but it only works on males as incubators” She continued as she slapped your cock again, causing your mind to flash blank, as again your cock exploded between her fingers. “So, to benefit from this magical super drug, I need to create a source I could continue to “milk” so to say”  She hefted one of her breasts, it was slick with the eruption of cum, but even through the sheen of semen and your own blinding pleasure, you could see Anne had swelled up a few cup sizes. Your tiny body seemed to have been pillowed out. Her abs had softened slightly, her breasts had puffed up, and if you weren’t mistaken her ass had swayed farther out behind her when she sat down. “Just a few loads from this bad boy, and any woman would find herself feeling rejuvenated and improved. So, I plan on keeping you here for a little while.” She cooed the last bit, left a big wet kiss on the top of your head, gently grabbed your hand and brought it back to stroking yourself off. You wanted to fight it, rage against the woman keeping you here, but you just couldn’t stop stroking your cock. It was pulsing, and felt even now to be swelling larger between your finger tips. You watched as Anne walked away, her ass filling out her Pj’s in a way that was growing obscene. She stopped in the doorway, her ass and tits creating an incredible hourglass silhouette in the doorway. “I’ll be back later to get another dose, there's water on the table next to you, if you can keep your hands away long enough. I promise, this will all be worth it in the long run baby” She wiggled her hips and closed the door. You were furious, until your first orgasm of the day.

You had no idea how many days it had been, maybe a week. Anne was wearing some new clothing, as all of her old clothing had stopped fitting days ago. She had kept you handcuffed to the bed this whole time, only allowing you away briefly for bathrooms and showers. Not that you could run anyway. Weak from the pleasure, and mind still fuzzy it would have been hard to run. But, the now 3ft cock you were sporting would have made it downright comical. Anne was hefting her new and enlarged tits, to pleasure you again. She did this every morning, at first she was in total control. Teasing you, making you cum over and over, as she giggled and lapped you up. She would use you in every way possible, somehow she took as much as she could and ride you till you erupted inside of her. Often she would just wrap her expanding tits around you and guzzle from the source as she played with your oversized and over taxed balls. Talking the whole time about how she was growing, how none of her clothes fit anymore, how horny she was, how many free drinks she was getting at the bar with all her new curves. You tried to listen, tried to be angry at everything she had done to you. But the pleasure, the hedonism, had continued to rise. But her control was wavering, you had realized a few days ago, Anne was slowly becoming more and more addicted to your seed. 

Your body had seemed to adapt to the massive log now resting between your thighs. Somehow your hips still supported the weight and sheer blood pressure to have such a monolith of a cock. You were almost never not erect, you came multiple dozens a time a day now. You had become addicted to the pleasure, the power of having such a massive cock. Anne had even brought over two girls the other night, drunk and disbelieving of her outlandish statements about her new wonder sex drug. They had spent the night worshiping your massive cock, teasing orgasm after orgasm out of you. They had pleasured you in a fury, drunkenly lapping, licking, massaging, and fucking your cock till it rained down on them in a torrent. Anne had drank deep that night, and in the morning was sporting the massive tits she had now. “Cum for me baby” She whined, as her tits massaged their way up and down around the pulsing mountain. You groaned and let your one hand massage her huge nipples as you got closer and closer to exploding. Her body milked you expertly as you felt the intense pleasure churning in your balls. Anne felt it too, let her body speed up and her lips pop around the angry slit at the top of your cock. She almost couldn't reach it rising between her tits as she sucked and lapped hungerly. You watched in glee and a twinge of revenge as Anne guzzled down an absolute fountain of semen. Her breasts filled out like waterballons under a faucet, sheering through cups sizes as you grunted and fucked as deep into her throat as possible. You could feel her hands desperately attempting to milk every last drop out of you. Felt her ass spread farther behind her, as her clothing ripped from her skin. She was yours now, as much as you were hers. You knew it, you knew you would never leave this bedroom now, and Anne would never stop in her pursuit of pleasure. You groaned one last time as you gave into this new dynamic, only wondering somewhere in the back of your ecstasy riddled mind, how huge you would both get. 

Anne adjusted her top one last time before she was out for the evening. Her breasts had swelled into absolute monsters. Two huge melons held together by an ever shrinking top. She smiled as she imagined all the attention she would get this evening, and how many people she would bring back for her experiment. She had long ago undid the handcuff holding you in place, you had no reason to run. Anne had provided everything for a growing man, food, water, a comfy bed, and all the sex any god could have the right to desire. She looked back into the bedroom where you lay. A massive 5 foot cock lazily pumped a never ending trickle of thick hot precum. There was already a woman from last night, a tiny blonde whose ass was already starting to eat her thong up as it grew out behind her, as she worshiped the massive cock in front of her. You groaned and whimpered as you watched Anne wink and blow a kiss as she left for the night. The new girl was doing amazingly, but she didn’t quite have the tits or body to truly worship the massive cock in front of her. As she brought you to orgasm for the 10th time in the last few hours, she showered herself in the semen that now glazed her over. She wasn’t big enough yet, as her bra snapped off her tits, but she would be by tomorrow morning you thought, as she began to lap at you all over again.