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When Grace's second puberty started, she dove head-first into denial. Even as her bras grew tighter, as tension grew in her shoulders to support the extra mass, as more and more of her tits overflowed her hands, she simply refused to accept what was happening to her. T-shirts "shrank in the wash." Her now incredibly unsupportive (and increasingly ill-fitting) bras were a result of shoddy manufacturing practices; the fact that they were made for breasts a third of her current size simply didn't register. The straps of her tank top audibly strained trying to bear the weight of her enormous, growing breasts, but she forced a smile onto her lips, standing tall and proud. "What do you mean, hun? It's just a tank top! What's the big deal? Do you really think people are going to be staring at my tiny tits?"

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"I'll buy you another gallon of milk! Fuck, I'll buy your groceries for a year, just put that thing down! No, don't- OOUUGGHHHNNN! F-fuck... Look what you've fucking done to me! My boobs were perfect and now they're huge and gross and none of my cuts bras are gonna fit and- Aaahhhnnnn~ S-stop that! Fuck, this bra is getting so tight! I don't think it'll last much longer! I'm sorry, okay?! I'm sorry for drinking your milk without asking! I promise I'll replace it, I... Wait... Don't look at me like that... What do you mean, you know I'll replace it? What are you doing? Oh, God, you're going to turn me into a fucking cow, aren't you? I swear to God, if you make me make milk I'll- OOUUGGHHHNNN FFFFFUUUUUUCK!"

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She’d been sending you pictures of her tits every day for weeks now and each day they were a little big bigger.  She was hoping that today was the day they would be big enough for you to fuck her.  They were plenty big enough, but you told her she needed to be bigger just to see how much bigger she would get.

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Bloomverse: I Can't Believe She Took Them

Saturday, June 7, 2025 — Bloomverse Week 8, Day 6

It started as a dare.

Something stupid we laughed about between nail-painting and pillow fights.

I held up the trial pack like it was a spell—one CherryBomb, one StretchBerry. “Bet you won’t.”

But Riley just grinned, took them both without a second thought, and washed them down with the rest of her Redbull.

Now? I’m sitting on her lap, practically melting into her, and she’s—huge.

Seven feet tall, easy. Still lean and toned, her abs tight under my hand, but her tits? They ballooned into something wild—full, soft, jiggling with every breath. Her nipples poke against her borrowed tank top like they’re begging to be played with.

I don’t even realize my hand’s already on her chest until she lets out a low chuckle and shifts beneath me, her thigh flexing between mine.

"Like what you see?" she murmurs, her voice richer, deeper now.

“Y-yeah…” I whisper, cheeks flushed. I bite my lip as her hands curl around my waist, pulling me in tighter. Her strength makes me feel tiny.

She leans down, warm breath on my collarbone, and suddenly I’m squirming in her lap—my face buried in her cleavage, her breasts pillowing around my head like I was made to be between them. My lips brush her skin, and I hear her gasp.

Then I hear Tess’s voice behind her.

“Okay, that’s… insanely hot.”

We both freeze.

Tess, who’d been quiet this whole time, is now kneeling behind Riley. Her hands are already at Riley’s waistband, teasing her leggings down over her gym-toned ass—round and strong from months of squats. No enhancement. Just dedication.

“Tess,” I murmur, breathless. “What are you—”

“Helping,” she says simply, leaning in to kiss the small of Riley’s back.

Riley lets out a low moan, hips twitching.

I feel her hand tighten on my thigh as Tess’s tongue drags lower, between those powerful thighs, licking slow, deliberate strokes that make Riley whimper under me. Then I hear the sound—wet, needy. Tess is fingering her now, sliding two fingers deep, curling them, drawing circles while Riley trembles.

I can’t stop kissing her chest, her neck, whispering encouragement as she falls apart.

Then Tess goes deeper.

Three fingers. Four. Riley's breath hitches—her abs clenching under my hand, her thighs squeezing tighter. Her nipples are rock hard beneath the tank top, and her voice—god, her voice—is barely holding together.

“She’s—inside me,” Riley gasps, eyes fluttering open to meet mine.

“She’s perfect,” Tess says, voice husky. “So tight. So strong.”

Riley loses it.

She groans, head falling back, arms wrapping around me protectively as Tess pushes deeper. I feel her cum beneath me—feel every twitch, every buck of her hips. Her body rocks us both as pleasure takes her.

We’re a mess of limbs and sweat and need, tangled on the carpet, panting like animals.

No more dares.

Just desire.

The room was quiet for a moment—just the sound of ragged breaths and slick thighs shifting against each other. I was still curled against Riley’s chest, flushed and gasping, my fingers resting over her racing heart. Tess lay behind her, arm still glistening, lips swollen, eyes wide.

We thought it was over.

Then Riley smiled.

That slow, confident smirk—the kind that made my stomach flutter and thighs clench.

“You two done admiring,” she murmured, “or should I show you what these muscles are really for?”

Before we could speak, she moved.

One strong arm scooped under my thighs, the other under my back—lifting me like I weighed nothing. Her skin was hot, her biceps flexing as she stood to her full height, my body clinging to hers like a second skin.

“Riley—” I gasped, clinging to her shoulders.

“Shhh,” she purred. “I’ve got you.”

And she did.

Her tongue found my neck again—longer than before, yes, but not unnatural. Just more capable. She licked slowly, confidently, trailing heat down to my collarbone as her fingers found the edge of my shorts and slipped inside.

They filled me instantly.

Thicker than I remembered. Stronger. Calloused from gym days but so precise. She knew how to curl just right, how to grind her palm into my clit until I was squirming and moaning in her arms, thighs trembling.

“Good girl,” she whispered.

Behind us, Tess stirred.

Still dazed. Still wet. But watching.

Riley turned her head.

“Your turn,” she said—almost a challenge.

She set me down gently, my legs jelly, my heart hammering, and then she grabbed Tess by the wrist and pulled her forward like a toy.

Tess gasped, her smaller frame dwarfed as Riley pushed her down on the bed, flipped her onto her back, and crawled over her with a strength that made the mattress creak. Her breasts—soft and impossibly full—hung heavy over Tess’s chest, her dark hair falling like a curtain around them.

“I’m not done with either of you,” Riley growled.

She kissed Tess hard—deep and needy—then slid lower, spreading Tess’s legs with her knee and slipping between them. Her hand guided her fingers into Tess slowly, deliberately, curling with intent.

Tess arched.

Riley’s tongue followed.

And I watched, naked, flushed, breathless… and soaking wet all over again.

Because watching a 7-foot muscle-cut goddess bury her head between our shy friend’s thighs was enough to make me forget my name.

She didn’t just take the dare.

She owned it.

And now, so did we.

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Never Enough

Oh, thank God your home! I'm so hungry 😈!! What?!?! Hell no, I love it! I'll let you know when it's too much. Just a little more... please!!! Just a little bigger, it feels so good to grow, to expand, to feel my clothes get tighter and tighter. Feeling my toes and feet burst out of my shoes.... Watching my whole house get smaller after I taste you. it's so surreal and addictive... just a little more ok? .....please? !

Good lord, it's been over a month, every day, getting on her knees , her desperate need to drain me. It's been incredible, but when will she be satisfied. New clothes every week, the food bill is getting ridiculous, I can't take her anywhere without a crowd gathering.

And to think, less than 4 weeks ago, she was barely over 5' tall, 117lbs, petite, frail........I mean, at this point , I think just one tit probably weighs that much... 🤤🤤🤤. And she still wants more?!?!. Well . Who am I to get in the way of her happiness.

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"Hey, I think the pharmacy messed up." You said to your wife, reading the packaging of her new medicine. "GROzempic? Superglutide? Sweetie, I don't think-"

"MMPH!" You heard from the other room as she injected herself with her new drug. "Oh, it's right honey!" She called out to you before waking into the dining room and putting the injector back into its packaging. "The doctor asked if I wanted a weightloss drug or a weight redistribution drug. Apparently this one is good for making fat and excess calories go straight to my curves." She ran her hands up and down her body for emphasis. Not that she had the bust to show off with the gesture. "It's supposed to work fast, too." She said with a wink.

"It all seems a little extreme to me, but if you want this and it'll make you feel better about yourself, I support you." You wrapped your arms around you wife and planted a little peck on her cheek.

"Can we do dinner now? I'm famished. Let's go out." She said, eyes hungry. "It says I'm supposed to eat after taking it."

You watched in fascination as your wife devoured everything on her plate in record time. She seemed extra ravenous tonight, but she was in a good mood, so you had no reason to complain. Pushing away her empty page, she patted her full tummy. "That was so good!" She squealed, watching as you picked at the second half of your food. "Mmm. It's starting, she cooed, eyes rolling back."

"What's starting?" You replied, eying her expectantly before you noticed her chest rising with her quickened breaths, but not exactly falling. "Oh shit, you're-"

"Redistributing." She answered, hands on her stomach as it seemed to flatten, her proportions shifting towards her chest and ass. As her behind ballooned, she was lifted an inch and then two by her now pillowy posterior. "Fuck, this feels really good. It's like I'm getting sexier in real time." She rubbed her legs together, reveling in the sensations her body was giving her as she reached up and cupped her growing chest. "The girls are getting so big, honey. They can barely fit. And to think I almost wore a bra, not that I needed one before with how small they were. God they're so full and perky, I might not need one now anyway. Mmmm. Are you gonna finish that?" She asked, licking her lips and eying your plate.

You quickly broke from your trance and set your plate on her empty one, sliding it over to her. Looking around the room, some other patrons definitely took notice of your wife's noises and sudden transformation. Your face grew red from embarrassment before returning to the women in front of you who was making quick work of the remainder of your food.

"Thanks honey." She teased between licks of her fingers. "The drug says not to overeat, but I was still hungry, and you certainly looked too distracted to mind."

"Why...uh.." you said, trying to form words as your wife started to change again. "Why does it say not to overeat? Are there some side effects?"

"Nothing too major, honey. Something about compounding effects. Exponential effectiveness after a certain number of calories. Overall size increase. Nothing we need to...mmm...worry about." You watched as your wife's blouse popped its first button. "I'm sure. This is all. Normal!" Your wife accentuated each pause with a noticeable little growth spurt before her blouse busted open, revealing a pair of G cups with very hard nipples. She was no longer the plump little five foot two woman that you married you realized as she stood up, her skirt completely riding up her hips and revealing the tightest pair of soaked panties that obviously didn't fit anymore.

"Sweetie, I think it's time to go. Everyone is staring. You walked over to her and she was easily two heads taller than your six foot height. "You're huge!" You said, stunned.

"And sexy, right? You like me like this, don't you?" She threw her arms out and gestured to her new form, her blouse opening fully and allowing her breasts to spill completely free and right in your face. You nodded in time with them wobbling back and forth completely hypnotized by their sheer size. "Eeee!" She squealed, jumping up and down as her skirt and panties finally shredded away. She picked up her purse and pulled out the GROzempic.

"Wait, what are you-" before you could even think about protesting, your wife plunged the injector into her leg, you could hear the dose indicator ticking down as she shot herself up again.

"If you like me more now that I'm bigger, then I want to be even bigger!" Before even getting your response, your large, naked, voluptuous wife strutted right into the restaurant's kitchen, smiling and winking and giggling at all the customers that gaped at her as she went by.

"My hubby and I are celebrating my glow-up!" She announced to a very confused kitchen staff. She looked at the food window where several dishes waited ro be taken to customers. "Don't mind if I do!" She said to no one in particular as she started to grab fistfuls of food and scarf them down. "I'm sorry that I'm not eating like a proper lady!" She said between mouthfuls, mistaking the cooks' fascination and awe for disgust. "I'm just a very hungry, growing girl, that's all!"

You hung in the doorway to the kitchen watching your wife go through three, four, five, six dishes as her growth accelerated. You had a front row seat as her ass ballooned in front of you. You could only assume that her chest was receiving the same love from her new drug. As she crested the twelve foot mark, she began to have to duck as she finally turned to you.

"Oh honey, there you are!" She exclaimed, seeming to break from her feasting trance and remembering you exist. "Look how big I am now! I'm really feeling myself! GROzempic has done wonders for my self-confidence. Maybe I should become the spokeswoman. Spokesgoddess?" She lifted you up in her arms and exited the restaurant, luckily there was a wide set of double doors for her to use. As she stood up to her full height and set you down, you could hear her tummy rumble. "Mmm, I really want to fuck your brains out, but I could really go for some dessert."

You took your naked giant wife's hand and began to lead her down the street to the local bakery. "Whatever makes you happy, sweetie." She squealed again before picking you up and racing down the street.

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Most viruses infect your computer with a moneymaking hack, or just delete stuff. This is not most viruses.

Leslie didn’t notice that the program had a virus included in it (most people don’t), she didn’t even notice the fact that the virus turned on her webcam and started recording in the background (the file gets sent back to the owner, for blackmail or porn). She didn’t even notice the frame by frame subliminal messages the program flashed on her monitor “GROW”.

She did start noticing when her D-cup bra felt tight. Really tight. Like, “how did i fit in this this morning?” tight. She looked down for a peek and saw her breasts, which had been a decent sized D-cup for years, were now at least a G. And still growing.

By the time this frame had passed, they were passing H-cup by and had blown out of her button up top. Her bra didn’t last to a K, and by the time the growth stopped she would have to find M-cup bras.

After the file went to the creator of the virus, he definitely saved it in the porn folder.

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Let me give it a bounce for you 😊

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😈🍑🤳

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All I want is to impregnate a curvy woman who shares my breeding kink and pregnancy fetish.

It’s seriously all I can think about sometimes. How it’s not enough just to breed but I want to completely change her with my seed. For me it’s so much more than that fleeting moment during a creampie. It’s the whole nine month experience of waiting for a baby and watching as my partner swells and grows heavy with my babies. I want endless creampies and all the big belly pregnancy sex you can get. I want to grope and fondle swollen curves and a huge baby belly. My big hands all over big engorged tits and wide expanded hips. Feeling and running my hands over every possible fecund inch. To turn a girl with curves into a sublime fertility goddess and huge baby factory. To make her a mommy and my own pregnant cumslut. I know there are others who think and feel like I do. I’m just trying to find that one girl who reads posts like this and gets weak in the knees. Someone who can’t control how wet they get fantasizing about being heavily pregnant and filled to the brim.