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hot lactating tits

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juggling at it's finest..

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“Pssssst. Hey, can you help me?” It was a high, urgent whisper, unlike the collected woman she normally was.

“Oh my god Sara! What happened to your chest-“

Sara cut off her co-worker, trying to keep attention away from herself…and her breasts.

“I can’t cover them.” She whispers. “Every time I try they start to…grow.”

She bit her lip, looking down as at her new figure. They were the perfect size, plump and firm, filling her shirt perfectly. Maybe overfilling it a little, she realized, as she felt a tug on the fabric around the sides of her bust. Slowly, by fractions of a cup size, her breasts were still expanding.

Her co-worker is staring, open mouthed, still thinking she might be pulling an elaborate prank.

“Do you know how crazy that sounds?”

Sara had begun to realize she loved it when people stared. Her nipples slowly hardened, pushing against the thin top. The idea of just awing someone with her figure…completely holding their attention…

There was a pregnant pause.

“My bra,” she started, talking slowly, delicately, “literally burst off me this morning.”

She was serious. No one talks about a prank like that.

“It was like…every time I breathed in, my chest pushed out, and then didn’t go back down when I let it out. I felt the straps…tighten…across my back…”

She was breathing faster, hands tightly at her sides, as she realized just describing it was turning her on. The memory replayed in her head, the twinge of pain from the tight straps, even her frightened moan as the clasps finally popped…

“Sara, are you ok?” She’d been staring into space.

“I’m fine!” She snapped, a little too quickly. “Just…what am I going to do?! I tried taping my nipples, as the next best thing…but they started to grow again.” She didn’t add that peeling the tape off in a panic had brought her almost to orgasm.

Only being completely topless would stop her from swelling. Even a thin, semi-transparent shirt would keep adding curves, just slower.

“That’s not even all of it.” She was speaking quietly again, as her shirt creaked audibly. She was noticeably bustier than she was a few minutes ago.

“They’re not just big…It’s like they’re…tight…or filling with something…” Why does it have to feel so goooood?! She was flushed, like a fever, even in a temperate room. And the way she extended the ‘o’ sound worried her…

“Just…do something! I can’t let anyone see me like this!” She grabbed her co-worker’s shoulders, pulling back as she realized her nipples almost brushed him, even at arm’s length.

Sara’s cleavage was deepening as her shirt shrank, each breath feeling the tightness of the constricting fabric. In desperation, she touched the hem, torn between going topless in the office and dealing with the continuing transformation she was experiencing.

The scary part was that both options turned her on.

Whatever she chose, Sara was rapidly running out of time to decide.

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Cumflation is still hot and I am but a thot

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@couchqueenie expansion morph

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Clip from Maxine The Train (Yves Bigerel/Erika Grace Strada)

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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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The Slime, Chapter 3: Jasmine

“We probably should tell Jasmine, she’d love this.” Elaine responded to Abby. The women laid on Abby’s bed, considering what to do next. Elaine was twice as heavy, while Abby was three times as heavy as she was when she woke up. Abby’s breasts hung down to her newly plumped up thighs, fat nipples gently sweating milk, partially pressed aside from each other by her belly; her belly was one smooth orb of fat attached to her front, gracefully flowing to her sides where it folded over her now thick hips. She stretched her plump arms, giddy with joy at how they wobbled. Elaine was much the same shape she always was, her massive ass now almost half bigger, thighs thick enough that she would now be waddling, her belly rested heavy on her lap, also without a roll; her arms were thicker than Abby’s, but her breasts weren’t as big, though still more than a handful. They also had been leaking milk since The Slime had fattened her up, a process that she had thoroughly enjoyed. 

“So let’s do it! Think she’ll let it fatten her up like us?” Abby said, starting the process of getting up, she hefted herself to the edge of the bed, loving every second of how her breasts slapped against her belly and arms, and how her belly slapped against her thighs. If she weren’t already smiling, she would be. She threw herself up from the bed and wobbled and jiggled as she found her balance, arms splayed out to stay upright.

“Whoa there.” Elaine interjected, “First of all, we’re both naked, and I don’t want to just barge into her room like this. Second,” Elaine turned to The Slime, which was sat contently on Abby’s pillow, “Would you want to do to Jasmine what you’ve done to us, if she wanted?”

“Fatten her up and make her lactate?” The Slime responded

“That was pretty verbose.” Abby remarked, her brow furrowing for a moment as she leaned over the edge of the bed. Elaine blushed slightly.

“Well, uh, I guess that makes it clear.” Elaine said, having a slightly easier time getting up from the bed. She got up and pulled her shirt back on, not even trying with the shorts. The shirt which had previously reached her hips now left half her belly exposed. She shrugged, looking down and seeing dark spots slowly form and spread, and sighed. Abby almost fell over as she stood back upright, smiling a big stupid smile as she relished in how her new body felt. She picked up her previously massively oversized shirt and pulled it over herself. She was delighted that it now fit as intended. She giggled as wet spots formed and spread on her own shirt. 

“Do you wanna come with us or should we bring her here?” Abby asked The Slime as it descended from her bed. “Are you bigger?”

“Yes, and Yes… I may or may not have absorbed any food in your stomachs. Sorry.” The Slime made a sound similar to a giggle.

“Weird, but okay.” Elaine responded.

“When did I last eat?” Abby thought aloud to herself. She recalled stuffing herself with pizza earlier, but now that was gone, so it had to be lunch many hours ago now. The two women waddled out of Abby’s room to the dark living room of the house they shared. Abby moved over towards the kitchen in slight confusion and spied the time on the microwave. “Shit, Elaine, it’s like 1am. Jasmine’s probably been asleep for like three hours.”

“I guess we’ll have to show her in the morning, then. I think she sleeps in on Sunday.” Elaine responded, turning towards her room, “What’re you going to do?” she asked The Slime.

“I don’t know. I don’t think I need to sleep?” it responded.

“Well, we certainly do, and I certainly am.” Abby said, “You can stay in my room, if you want.” The Slime nodded and followed Abby, who exchanged a goodnight with Elaine. Abby peeled off the now damp shirt and tossed it aside, relishing the scent of the milk in it. “You can just hang out until I wake up, I guess.” Abby said as she snuggled up under her blankets, and again relishing  her skin’s new smoothness and how heavy she felt. The Slime nodded, and collapsed into a round blob.

Abby awoke slowly, due to some weight on her chest. She felt heavy. Then, it all suddenly flooded back into her memory of what had happened on Saturday. The weight became rapidly familiar, but just as enjoyable. However, there was a new feeling. Pressure. Aching. In her boobs, her udders. Abby pushed her blanket off and noted that her boobs looked full. She pressed her fingers around her nipples and milk readily sprayed out, relieving some of the pressure immediately. A grunt of contentment growled from her throat as she kept doing so. 

“Oh, I should probably not get this all over my bed.” Abby said to herself as she shuffled and jiggled her way out of bed, then to her bathroom. She stopped when she almost stepped on The Slime. “Oh! Good Morning, you~” she said, standing over it.

“It is morning.” The Slime responded, coalescing into a form similar to Abby’s, thick and busty. “There is much milk?”

“So much,” Abby blushed, she went to continue to her bathroom, but then paused and looked down at The Slime, “Would you like to help me out with that? Get you some breakfast on the way?”

“Yes, what did you have in mind?” The Slime asked

“You drink the milk from my tits!” Abby said giddily, a hot rush flying over her. The slime extended its arms up, morphing its hands into mouths, completely with nice lips which both attached to her nipples. The sensation of getting milked and the tingling from The Slime touching her there caused her to moan, and her knees to wobble. She quickly sat down, kneading her fat before beginning to finger herself. She barely noticed The Slime slowly growing as it drank up her sweet cream. After several minutes, Abby noticed The Slime receded. “A-- unh, All gone?” Abby asked, pulling her hand up and noticing it was much wetter than she usually was.

“No more milk.” The Slime said, reforming it’s hands. Abby noted it was notably whiter, but slowly returning to it’s usual clearness. “That was good, I liked that.” It said as Abby slowly got back onto her feet. She went into her bathroom to clean up and do her skincare routine, then put on another huge shirt. Well, now a slightly ill-fitting shirt, Abby rubbed the aching corners of her mouth as she went to the kitchen with The Slime in tow. She struggled a little with cooking up some breakfast for herself, which The Slime said that the milk had been enough, which made Abby giggle. Elaine soon emerged from her room as the smell wafted to her room.

“Morning, think if we cook up some pancakes, they’ll summon Jasmine?” Elaine asked, wearing a shirt too small to cover her belly like last night, and what looked like some sort of skirt. “Are you out here without any bottoms?”

“There was no way I was going to have anything that even remotely fit.” Abby said, getting out some premade pancake mix. “Unless you have something?” Elaine nodded and returned to her room, quickly returning to the kitchen. Her waddle was a little awkward, but she was quickly adapting. She took a spatula from Abby so she could keep vigil over the pancakes while Abby put the pair of shorts on. 

“Aw, they’re a little loose.” Abby frowned.

“Cry about it.” Elaine replied, plating a few more pancakes. They both sat at the small table, Elaine almost having gone for two chairs as the first one she sat in creaked a little too much, while Abby was just ecstatic for her hips to hang off each side of the chair she sat in. About halfway through, both women turned their heads as Jasmine’s door slowly opened, and the busty black haired women strode out, dressed in a correctly sized crop top and bottoms. She was staring at her phone up until she got into the kitchen

“There enough pancakes to go around?” Jasmine asked before finally looking up. She looked at Abby and froze, then Elaine and… froze more, then she looked at The Slime which was sat in one of the chairs with a pancake floating in it’s head, and she somehow froze even more.

“Hey Jasmine! Good Morning! We, uh, um..” Abby started.

“The Slime is kinky as fuck.” Elaine said.

Abby and Elaine quickly recounted the events of last night to Jasmine, who remained near speechless, her eyes locked on The Slime as it slowly dissolved the pancake. Jasmine prodded Elaine’s massive thigh, checking that it was real.

“Can it make me lactate too?” Jasmine finally inquired.

“Why don’t you ask it?” Elaine replied, gesturing to The Slime.

“Can you make me lactate?” Jasmine asked a little more awkwardly.

“If you want, do you also want to be fattened?” The Slime responded, now seemingly the same height as Abby while seated. It even assumed the same pose with it’s arms resting on the table. 

“I want you to, and maybe only a little fattening.” Jasmine blushed, holding up a hand as she spoke and held her finger and thumb slightly apart. Abby cocked an eyebrow.

“You want to be fattened?” Abby teased

“Only a little!” Jasmine defended, waving her hand around slightly still holding in the same position, “besides, good cows are plump cows.Soft and n-nuturing,” Jasmine waxed slightly philosophical, “Perfect for cuddling, and big fat boobs make better milk! Now, how does this work?” Abby and Elaine both giggled.

“I can either put my arm down your throat, like they said, or I could put my hands over your boobs.” The Slime responded, getting up and moving over to Jasmine. 

She mulled over the options, “but the second one won’t fatten me? It’ll just make my boobs bigger?”

“Correct.” The Slime replied as it now stood next to her, “The others were on the ground when I did this, do you wish to move to the ground?”

“Okay, then let’s do that one first for a bit, then the second.” Jasmine said, standing up.

“You’re much taller.” The Slime observed

“Yea” Jasmine smiled, “But, I’ll just sit on the couch for this.” she said, making her way to the living room and sitting in her usual place on the spacious sectional. Abby and Elaine quickly waddled behind, excited to see how she’d respond to the process. Jasmine watched the two heavy women move in front of her and struggle for a moment to both comfortably fit on the ottoman. “Are you both going to watch?” 

“Should we not?” Elaine asked

“I mean, well, you both watched each other go through it… so why not?” Jasmine concluded. “Do I just need to keep my mouth open? Are you ready?” she asked The Slime. The Slime nodded. Jasmine opened her mouth and The Slime quickly shot it’s arm into her mouth, then slowly advanced it down her throat. Jasmine let out a  surprised sound then a curious sound as The Slime’s hand entered her stomach. Jasmine’s stomach expanded a little bit, despite it’s pudginess. Jasmine’s hands held it for a moment as her body slowly got softer. She grew and grew, her top quickly stretching as her boobs grew fastest, her fat nipples quickly growing hard from the feeling. She let out a low moan and her breasts surged in size, quickly pushing her crop top down as succulent acres cleavage spilled from the top. Jasmine boobs had nearly tripled in size, very nearly sitting on her fattened lap. She tapped The Slime’s arms a few times and it quickly retracted it’s gelatinous appendage.

“Are you okay?” it asked

“Whooo!” Jasmine said, hefting her boobs in her hands, “I didn’t think it would-- Wow! Look at these things!” Jasmine was practically vibrating with excitement. “Yea, I’m okay, are they going to start leaking now? Or are you still going to make them bigger??” She leaned forward, squishing them against her lap. This was all the encouragement they needed, as gentle streams of milk started flowing down the massive orbs. “Yess!!” she exclaimed. Elaine and Abby smiled along with her. 

“But you want more?” The Slime asked, with a slight tilt of hopefulness.

“Yes, more milk please!” Jasmine responded, struggling a bit but managing to get the top off. The Slime shot it’s hands out, only covering the front third of her giant udders before they started growing. Abby and Elaine could see it channeling milk towards it’s core as it made Jasmine’s tits grow, the flow of milk also increasing as it did so. She leaned back, covering her mouth with a hand as her hips squirmed. Her tits quickly landed on her lap despite this and spread over it. A few moments later, she tried to reach for The Slime to tap out, but couldn’t reach the end of her boob to do so. “O~okay! That’s enough!” She said with a lustful voice crack. The Slime retracted it’s arms and smiled as Jasmine sat in the afterglow of her expansion. It seemed happy.

All four were quickly brought out of their focus as a door opened suddenly

“What the hell is going on… out… here?” Sasha, the fourth roommate asked, going from bubbling frustration to complete silence at the sight before her.

“We can explain.” Abby, Elaine, and Jasmine said in unison.

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