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McPreggo Prank 2

Menu made by @greatbigbellies who also helped write this story.

Megan Williams loved being pregnant. She loved it so much, she had a dozen children back to back. Her husband finally convinced her to stop when their eldest entered high school. That same child, now in college, pranked Megan with a mystically food chain. Her belly swelled with a baby after eating a burger. Her daughter and husband argued about the prank, giving Megan the information she needed to go get more.

By the time Megan reached the entrance to the mall, she had remembered the rhythm to the preggo waddle she used to have all the time. She needed to find McPreggo’s as fast as she could. A restaurant serving burgers that gave spontaneous pregnancies was kept a secret from her but now she was going to have her fill. Pausing by a map, Megan could only dream what the menu looked like.

Megan opened the door to the restaurant with such force the sleepy cashier perked up instantly. Megan winced as she accidently hip checked the doorway, causing her to rub her legs as she waddled up to the counter. Megan’s belly bobbed as she moved, exposed after causing her to pop a few buttons off her blouse. Megan’s dress pants were also stretched to their limit, her pregnant belly widening her already massive hips.

Megan slowly waddled up to the counter, losing her confidence now that she finally arrived. The menu bombarded her with meals and sides. All day breakfast and desserts. Milkshakes and sodas. Small text listed the effects of each item but Megan couldn’t focus. She was at a loss for words. The gentle words of the cashier brought her back to reality.

“Miss? Have you dined with us before?” the employee asked. Megan gently shook her head, which prompted the cashier to ask, “So, is that a real pregnancy?”

“No!” Megan almost yelled. She was flustered for mistaking the chaser's question and rambled out an explanation. “This belly is from here but I’ve never been here. You see, my daughter, Cindy, tricked me into eating one of your burgers. She never realized I love being pregnant so I came here after I realized what happened. I don’t know how anything here works.”

“You’ll fit right in, displaying your belly like that,” the cashier said with a wink. “I’m Autumn and it would be an honor to help you make your order!”

“That’s kind of you! I’m Megan,” the bottom heavy mother responded. “Where should we start?

“You’ve had some real experience, so you must have some likes, dislikes, favorite moments, stuff like that,” Autumn said as if she was gossiping with an old friend.

“Well, I have twelve loving children at home, resulting from a dozen wonderful pregnancies. I just love the feeling of being big and full.”

“So you’ve never carried multiples before?” Autumn asked.

Megan nodded, almost ashamed. With a grunt, Autumn lifted her belly onto the counter. Autumn was clearly pregnant, her belly was double the size of Megan’s. A polo stretched over her large belly but never had a chance of covering it all. A flurry of kicks caused Autumn to jerk forward. She rubbed her belly as she explained it to Megan.

“I have twins, some very active ones at that. Getting multiples is as simple as getting a bigger burger. Would you like to try it?”

Megan nodded eagerly as she gently touched Autumn’s stomach, watching how the two babies kicked from opposite sides. Seeing such a large belly get stretched as its occupants squirmed made her a bit jealous. She could not let herself be upstaged by this young woman.

“Well, the triple stack is a great place to start!” Autumn responded as she carefully lifted her belly and brought it off the counter. 

Megan was intrigued hearing the item, but continued, “I like feeling them move around in there, too.”

Autumn nodded as she poke the screen, “And your hips? Ever thought about making them even wider?”

“You can do that? Yes! Yes!” Megan was almost jumping in excitement.

Autumn smiled as she showed the order to Megan. “The Triple Stack, to try out multiples by going up to triplets, spicy chicken nuggets, to enjoy feeling them move a lot, a large Maternal Marionberry shake, to double down on those hips, and finally some mozzarella sticks so everything will last for longer. Is large everything okay?”

Megan was already fishing through her purse for her wallet, giving Autumn an eyeful of her outfit. Megan had no time to change, getting pranked the minute she got home, resulting in her still wearing her office outfit. Megan’s black bra could be seen peeking out the edge of her cleavage. The fabric seam outrageously tight

Autumn realized that it was not maternity wear but rather clothing being pushed to its limit. Her blouse had lost a few buttons from the spontaneous belly. Her pants already risked ripping from any sudden movements. Megan was committed to getting her meal but lacked any planning or knowledge about McPreggo’s.

“You should probably take this to go. We could squeeze in a few more items that way too,” Autumn offered.

“I don’t want to wait! I’ll eat it here.” Megan said while thrusting her credit card at the young employee.

“Megan, such an order may not be so forgiving on your clothes. My uniform is elastic, your doesn’t seem so,” Autumn warned.

“And wouldn't my clothes exploding from growth make it all the more amazing?”

Autumn gasped, clasping Megan’s hands with her own. The two women shared the thought of Megan’s already wide hips and full belly ripping her work clothes. The restaurant was mostly empty but the women beamed at the idea.

“Then you’ll have to sit over there, so I can see. The mall is closing soon and barely anybody is here, but I have to stay at the register.

Megan waddled over to the seat Autumn suggested, purposefully swaying her hips. She felt her butt cheeks try to jiggle under her tight pants. Autumn stared and wondered how many shakes she’d have to drink to get hips like Megan.

Megan tried to lean into the seat, but her pregnant maneuverability skills had gotten rusty. She slipped and landed in the chair with a thud, her whole body jiggling for a few seconds afterward. As Megan caught her breath, she looked around the restaurant.

There weren’t many people, many shops in the mall already began closing up. Megan noticed someone with a belly like a water balloon. It jiggled and sloshed as they slowly lumbered to the exit. In the corner, she saw a woman struggle to stand. Her belly was covered in stretch marks and veiny. Megan chuckled to herself thinking about the phrase “ready to pop” when she heard footsteps approach her table.

Autumn brought Megan her meal on a large tray. Her babies continued to squirm, causing Autumn to walk slowly and focus on her balance. She placed the tray in front of Megan with a giant smile.

“Please enjoy your meal,” Autumn said in a cheery tone.

“You know we both will,” Megan responded.

Taking in the smells of food, Megan eyed her meal. A huge burger with three patties, chicken nuggets with bits of red flakes in the breading, and mozzarella sticks that steamed from how fresh they were. A large purple milkshake loomed over her food.

Feeling a kick from inside her belly, Megan quickly went to work on adding more babies to her womb. She was surprised to find the burger wasn’t greasy, even with triple the meat. Little bits of lettuce and sauce dripped from her hand as she took large bites. Megan was surprised how good the burger tasted.

With a gulp, Megan swallowed the last bite of the burger. She licked her fingers, realizing just how fast she finished the sandwich. She had forgotten how much she liked to eat when pregnant. As Megan reached for a chicken nugget, she felt her stomach rumble. Dropping the nugget back onto the tray, Megan gently held her belly and it began to swell.

Going from not being pregnant to having a full term baby was a shock at the dinner table. Now, in the restaurant, Megan was about to go from one baby to four. Her stomach ballooned out, popping buttons off her shirt. What was once roughly a watermelon grew to a beach ball. The babies squirmed as they appeared within her womb, taking up almost all the space in her body. Megan gasped, both from the rush of growing and the babies pressing against her lungs.

Megan’s thick legs were spread wide as her belly took up her lap. Her pale skin was exposed as her clothes struggled to contain her growing belly. Megan gasped, feeling her massive stomach. She had never had twins before, and now she had quads! Megan reveled in her size. Despite how big she became, the belly fit perfectly within her wide hips.

Megan felt a pang of hunger, her brain trying to rationalize the sudden three new babies. She quickly dug into the fried cheese sticks and chicken nuggets. Megan couldn’t help but play with her food. The cheese was gooey, slowing her down as she would pull her arm away, seeing the cheese stretch and extend. The nuggets gave a kick of flavor, spicy but not too much. Megan thought they were a little dry, regretting not getting a sauce. She wouldn't complain for long, finishing both sides resulting in both effects happening at once.

The cheese sticks made no visible change. Megan’s supernatural pregnancy was extended by several hours from the enchanted cheese. Her quadruplets would have lasted 6 hours but now dragged out to 18 hours. Her belly would last throughout the night and well into the afternoon of the following day.

The nuggets had a more immediate change. Rather than give Megan the energy that eating food provides a person, the babies took it all. Megan’s belly rippled and jiggled as several tiny feet began to kick within her womb. The babies tossed and turned, making Megan instinctively rub her belly. Her soothing touch did nothing to calm her rowdy babies.

Megan looked at her milkshake. She had taken several gulps as she ate, leaving her with half of the cup left to go. She stirred the drink with the straw, making the blackberry juices swirl in the ice cream. Megan was unaware that this item had already begun to change her. Her pants were tight when she entered, so she didn’t notice them get even tighter. Her hips had widened, spilling over the edges of her seat even more.

Megan took a long sip, letting the rich flavor fill her mouth. Megan’s pregnancy craving got the best of her as she began to drink faster. As she did, her bottom heavy figure grew even more. Her widen continued to grow, adding inch after inch as she swallowed the shake. Megan was so focused on drinking she didn’t feel or hear the threads on her pants getting pulled tight. Only the snap of a button made Megan stop sucking on the air of the empty cup.

She looked down, realized she wouldn’t see anything past her beach ball sized belly, and then looked towards the side. Her creamy fresh oozed out of her pants, wobbling and threatening to rip it. Megan’s hip flared out even more, giving her thick love handles that spilled over her waistband.

Megan tried to stand and found herself unable to. The massive belly blocked her legs and the added fat made it difficult to adjust. After rocking back and forth a bit, Autumn returned, observing the changes the meal did to Megan. Megan’s belly was now double the size of Autumn’s.

“Wow,” Autumn muttered as she rubbed Megan’s active belly. “You ate that so quickly!”

“I forgot how strong my cravings are,” Megan responded. “Is this the largest belly you’ve seen?”

“Far from it. There’s a meal item, the family feast, that gives you 6 or 7 babies by itself” Autumn answered plainly. “In fact, some people eat multiple meals. There have been a couple of people who got so big we have to open those garage doors to roll them out. That's why we aren’t connected to the food court.”

Megan was bewildered. Those people must have been more belly than themselves. She loved pregnancy and she loved a big belly, but that seemed just a tad too much for her. But she could handle a few more babies. With a sly grin, Megan looked at the young employee.

“Autumn, darling, could you upgrade my meal to the, what was it? The family feast? That sounds lovely,” Megan asked in a sweet tone.

“I could add those on a second order but you can’t get the savings,” Autumn apologetically answered.

“You can rub my belly all you want,” Megan declared without even looking at the employee.

Autumn’s eyes shot down at Megan's giant belly. She carried quadruplets with ease. Autumn was curious how far this mesophilic mother would go. Looking up at Megan’s face, Autumn noticed Megan was shocked and staring at the other side of the table. Turning around, Autumn saw a younger and much thinner version of Megan.

Cindy Williams stood there, exhausted and tired. Quickly changing to chase after her mom, she was wearing an unflattering hoodie and joggers combo. She had gotten every red light on her way to the mall and just ran across it to get to the restaurant. She was catching her breath, just to lose it again when she saw her mom. Never in Cindy’s life had she seen her mother so big.

“Autumn, this is my daughter, Cindy. She’s the prankster I told you about,” Megan said, breaking the silence.

Autumn took a moment to study the younger Williams. She could see the resemblance, mainly through the hair and nose. Cindy had a slightly sharper chin and thicker eyebrows. Autumn realized that she had seen this exact face before.

“I know you! You ordered that single burger from her a few hours ago, when I started my shift,” Autumn spoke. “I was confused why you bought only one, you have plenty of points to upgrade that order.”

Cindy ignored the employee to lecture her mom. Not only did her mom sneak out when Cindy spoke with her dad, she had gotten even bigger. Cindy could see how close her mom’s clothes were to ripping.

“What the hell, mom! You can’t just sneak out like that. Dad and I were really worried,” Cindy almost yelled before catching herself.

She was relieved that her mom wasn’t hurt from all the panting she was doing at the dinner table. Seeing her mom panic from a pregnancy surprised her, as Cindy could recall her mom being pregnant throughout her childhood. Megan was almost always prepared for whatever a pregnancy could throw at her.

Cindy waited for a response, but her mother just sat there, gently rubbing her belly and took deep breaths as she attempted to claim her rowdy babies. Such a large pregnancy pressed her womb against her lungs. As Megan wheezed just sitting at the table, the two younger women turned to face each other.

“So…” Autumn awkwardly started, “Are you going to order anything?”

“What?”

“You’ve saved up a lot of points, so you clearly like what we sell. And seeing your mom so big must stir up some jealousy. I mean, look at me. You’re the only one without a belly.”

“I really shouldn’t. I already ate.”

“Your mom ordered even more food.”

“What? Alright fine, I will get something. I’ll take a Quad Pod, two orders of nuggets and a Cookies and Crème shake.”

With a smile, she thanked Cindy for her patronage and tried to pull her shirt down. Her babies wriggled as Autumn tried to cover them, making her gasp from the heavy movement. Right as she began to turn, Megan spoke up.

“Autumn, get a little something for yourself. Please chat with us some more.”

Checking the store, Autumn realized that the Williams were the last customers in the store. She nodded, quickly waddling back to work. Just one more order, a little bit of clean up, and then she could enjoy all the pregnancy she could.

Autumn returned with two trays filled with food. In front of Megan, the rest of the food to make up the Family Feast: a chicken sandwich and three chicken strips. Autumn also gave her some fries with fry sauce.

In front of Cindy was a full on meal. A double cheeseburger and the same chicken strips, a small mound of chicken nuggets, and a small dipping cup that overflowed with ketchup. The milkshake was snow white with speckles of dark brown swirled in.

Autumn returned with a chocolate chip cookie for herself. She didn’t want to take advantage of Megan’s generosity, so she only got a small side. She would have loved to add a few more babies, but her roommates would be livid if she showed up with such a massive belly this late.

As the ladies ate, they shared how they fell in love with pregnancy. Megan knew once she started the third trimester with Cindy. Autumn always liked bellies, but a roommate introduced her to the restaurant. Cindy shared that her sorority sisters all knew about it and were eager to show her the menu.

Autumn finished her food first. It was the smallest item and her only item. Looking down at her navel, she felt a small pressure begin to build. Slowly, her belly button began to inflate, slowly pushing outwards. Her shirt stood no chance covering it, so all the women could see it happen in front of them. After a few seconds, Autumn used one finger to flick her newly popped navel. She shuddered at the sensation of the extra stretched skin.

Cindy had grown accustomed to eating fast food at college, McPreggo’s or not. Even after eating a regular burger for dinner with her siblings, she easily gobbled up the double burger. Just as quickly, her belly bloated outward. Her stomach swelled until it matched Autumn's. Cindy’s hips were still wider, pulling the elastic of her pants tighter. She didn’t even stop to marvel at her growth, instantly digging into the chicken tenders. As she finished the first strip, a McPreggo’s unique conundrum occurred.

Cindy was pregnant with four babies, but they were not all the same age so to speak. The twins from the burger were a full nine months but the chicken strips gave her another set of twins, only at one trimester along. Finishing the second strip made them grow to two trimesters and the last one had them catch up with their other wombmates. Cindy had never had the chicken strips before but instantly enjoyed the staggered growth the meal provided.

At the other end of the table, Megan was also devouring her feast. Megan started with the strips, unaware how they worked differently to add twins. She dipped them in the fry sauce as she ate, unaware how much danger her already tight pants were in.

Autumn looked at Megan’s sextuplet belly. It was so big and she hadn’t even eaten anything that changed the size or weight of the babies. Autumn watched Megan take large bites out of the chicken sandwich. It was a personal test of Autumn to see the outcome of this item. This sandwich had a small element of randomness. You could get either one or two babies out of it.

Watching the last bite go past Megan’s plump lips, Autumn offered to rub her belly. Autumn spent all day seeing and touching pregnant bellies, so she had become adept at figuring out baby quantity in a pregnancy. She carefully judged Megan’s stomach to determine if she had septuplets or octuplets. After feeling for kicks and mentally comparing the belly to others she had seen, Autumn was certain Megan had gotten twins, bringing her up to a whopping eight babies.

Cindy let out a burp, immediately going for her milkshake. Megan scolded her daughter for the shameless display. Autumn redirected the conflict by asking what activities they would do while pregnant. Cindy shared the first time she heard about the restaurant, the party her sorority sister put together for them to eat from the menu and show off their massive guts. Megan blushed as she admitted she would purposely knock things over with her belly or hips. She loves resting her belly on a countertop or when her husband would lift it from behind. Autumn had them both shocked when she told them her roommates also frequent the eatery, resulting in a very fertile household. Once they spent an entire day stuck on the couch, all of them too big to get up.

As they talked, the Williams women snacked on their sides. Megan dipped her fries in the fry sauce after every bite, eating as much of it as she could. Cindy alternated between large gulps of her milkshake and her chicken nuggets, making sure she dipped them in ketchup before popping them into her mouth.

Cindy shifted as she felt a hot flash wash over her. Like how pressure would build in her stomach, she felt it deep in her chest. Her nipples felt tender and sore as her breast began to fill with milk. The clasps of her bra snapped, causing Cindy to awkwardly fish the broken undergarment out from her sweater. She dropped the outgrown clothing to the floor, raising her hand to grope the sensitive tits she grew. Cindy’s sweater rolled up from her belly’s growth, but now it was stretched from the soccer ball size boobs she now sported.

Cindy stifled a moan as the real effect of the milkshake took place. Her nipples grew, pushing against the fabric of her hoodie, making two undeniable bumps. Slowly, the bumps began to darken as Cindy began to leak through her top. She panted as she felt the pressure release from her chest. 

Autumn and Cindy turned their attention over at Megan, expecting  some kind of a response. Instead, they saw her dipping her finger into the small cup her fry sauce came in, licking it clean. She was so focused on the flavor of the food, she failed to realize the effects.

“This fry sauce is delicious! What is its special power?” Megan asked as she licked her fingers.

“It makes your butt fat,” Cindy said bluntly as she adjusted her top.

Megan laughed, “Isn’t that what regular food does?”

Autumn and Cindy shot each other a glance and then all three women looked down as Megan’s pants. These pants have been pushed past their limit since before Megan drove to the mall. The pants burst at the seam, Megan’s massive thighs oozed out from the fabric. Her ass swelled, pressing into the backrest of the chair. Megan felt the chair on her bare skin, now only in her panties. Her ass and thighs bloated with fat, making her massive ass dominate her frame once again.

Her belly also grew. The babies readjusted themselves, pushing Megan’s belly forward. She struggled to reach her belly button before, but now it grew even farther beyond her reach. She had lost her orb of a gut, now sporting a torpedo shaped pregnancy. Her chair groaned under her growth and weight. She froze, unsure if she passed the weight limit for the chair.

Seeing the potential property damage her mother could cause, Cindy quickly scarfed down the rest of her nuggets. Some ketchup spilled on her vast cleavage, but she’d clean it later. She groaned as she got up, firmly gripping the chair and table for support. As she rose, the last of her meal made its changes.

Rather than Cindy gaining weight, the nuggets went straight to her babies. The babies grew, making Cindy’s belly inflate. The weight of the babies made Cindy lean forward, throwing off her center of gravity. One of her babies decided to test out their new size, give a powerful kick. Cindy’s whole belly shook as an enlarged foot pressed against her skin.

Autumn had the menu and its effect memorized, so she quickly did the math on Cindy’s alterations. She had two orders of nuggets, totaling 12 nuggets. Each one grew the babies by 2% of their weight and the babies were usually seven pounds. Cindy’s babies gained about six pounds together. Cindy had grown to the size and weight of quintuplets without adding a fifth baby.

Once she was fully standing, Cindy’s babies’ also readjusted themselves. Her giant belly sagged a little and then began leaning to the left. Her oversized babies crowded together, choosing that half to be more comfortable. Cindy stumbled, her center of gravity being thrown around every time she tried to walk.

Once she was able to move, Cindy waddled over to her mom. Autumn and Cindy each grabbed a hand and pulled. They grunted and groaned, trying to use their own baby weight to counter Megan’s. Megan pushed her feet against the ground and after a few tries, the mountainous mother finally stood.

Megan looked over at her daughter, taking in the changes. Her belly was massive, leaning to the left so much it looked impossible to waddle. Her boobs filled out her sweater, the milk now dripping down onto her belly. Her nipples still poked through the fabric, like thumbtacks.

Cindy looked at her mother, amazed at what she had for a first-time visit. Her belly was the size of a stretched out beach ball, extending far out in front of her. Her hips, thighs and ass all inflated alongside her octuplet pregnancy. And the most oblivious feature was how Megan was dressed.

Megan’s blazer held together by a single button. Her black bra and panties could be seen, but they were difficult to notice. Megan naturally showed a lot of cleavage, so with a popped blazer, she showed even more. Her panties could barely be seen from any angle, as the belly blocked it from the front and her ass turned them into a thong at the back.

Autumn was the most ecstatic about the successful dinner. Megan and Cindy had become opposites in a single meal. Megan’s ass dwarfed Cindy’s, but Cindy’s tits surpassed her mother’s. Neither was lacking in the other’s department, but both figures dominated Autumn’s tiny twin belly.

“Autumn! Get them out of here. I want to go home,” a voice barked from the kitchen.

Autumn looked at the clock and realized the mall would close shortly, meaning she was behind on clean up for the restaurant. Autumn waddled as fast as she could to the kitchen, leaving the mother and daughter alone. They felt each other's belly and then slowly started waddling towards the door.

Autumn came running back, holding some unflattering sweatpants. She handed them to Megan, catching her breath from such a small sprint.

“Those are the largest pants I’ve ever found at a store. I save them for emergencies,” Autumn explained. “I hope they fit.”

Autumn left again, now to actually do her job. Megan handed the pants to Cindy as she leaned against the wall. Cindy awkwardly squatted down, reading the tag of the pants. Her eyes shot wide upon seeing four X’s before the L. Megan and Cindy worked quietly and efficiently to get the pants on Megan. Megan attempted to push her behemoth behind in while Cindy grunted as she pulled the pants over them.

Cindy's legs burned as she stood up. She was tired and not just from the babies. She adjusted her soaked sweater, pulling it down to cover the top of her belly. It immediately rolled up, to which Cindy rubbed her belly in defeat.

Megan huffed as they left. She gained so much weight in babies and fat. The little ones pressed against her lungs something she never had an issue with before. Her legs were so big she would still be waddling without the belly.

The two walked in silence, apart from the groans and moans caused by the 12 babies between them. Cindy noticed how tight the pants were on her mom and made a mental note to ask Autumn where she got them. Once they reached their cars in the parking lot, both women desperately needed to sit down.

“Um, Cindy, sweetie,” Megan began as they leaned against the cars. “I’m sorry for sneaking out but I really enjoyed tonight. And you enjoyed it too. So, I was wondering, just to celebrate your first year of college being done, maybe we could have a mother-daughter day? Maybe this weekend?”

Cindy smiled. That would be great mom. I’ll come here tomorrow to return the pants and invite Autumn.”

“Um, Cindy?” Megan now asked in a concerned tone. “I’m too big to get into my car.”

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Nothing greater than stuffing yourself to the brim, pushing the limits more and more and hearing, feeling that body digest, absorb and spread out all that amazing weight. Swelling thicker, growing wider, getting heavier day by day as it was spiralling out of control. Pushing more and more as the need for size, sustenance and growth were growing exponentially! You really overdid it now, as your body is swelling bigger around you, and continuing far longer than expected... A new chapter started now as the journey is far from over!

(Found it somewhere ages ago and got no source, if anyone does let me know!)

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Stacy's Mum

Ryan knew it was wrong. Using someone, especially a close friend just to try and get with their mum, was utterly shameless. But he couldn't help it. Stacy's mum, Peyton Thomas, was just everything he ever desired or wanted from a woman. She was his Madonna, the perfect image of feminine beauty and sensuality. It was as if fate had placed Stacy in his life so that he could be with the woman he'd always dreamt of and fantasised about. Which was easy with how often he ogled Stacy's mum whenever she chose to sunbathe after school.

Ryan knew he should want to be with Stacy and turn her into his perfect woman with dedication and love. There was simply no contest between Stacy and Peyton where Stacy would win. In every category, Stacy's mum simply just outclassed her. While Stacy was sporty, slim, and a prolific cheerleader, Peyton was so soft and round that she had to waddle through doors sideways. Stacy dressed nicely and modestly for all occasions, and Peyton dressed in cheap string bikinis and scandalous dresses with deep plunging cleavage whenever Ryan mowed the lawn or cleaned the pool. Stacy was a star athlete, filled with a drive to succeed at both track and gymnastics. Peyton had an ass so big she used it as a shelf, and her tits made watermelons look like tiny bee stings. Stacy was simply just a teeny-tiny waifish wallflower, and you wanted someone with experience and a LOT of meat on their bones.

Ryan knew he was a slave to his lustful fantasies and his shameless pining for his friend's mum. He knew he'd be more than eager to worship the gorgeous, jiggling, dark-haired beauty if she ever asked him to. He'd give in to his base instincts and grope, kiss, fondle and fuck Peyton with all his strength. Finally stopping only after he emptied everything in his balls deep into every one of her hot, tight holes.

So, when Ryan found a handwritten invitation in the mailbox that smelt like Peyton's favourite perfume, he knew she wanted him like he wanted her. The timing couldn't have been more perfect. Stacy was away at a cheerleading camp; her parents had separated months ago, and her dad was on a business trip. So, the only person who could have sent that invitation was the MILF he'd been wanting for years.

His body moved on its own as Ryan didn't waste a moment and rushed to Stacy's house. He quickly used the hidden key under the potted plant to let himself in. He quickly stumbled across the woman of his dreams lazily resting on a glass chair, wearing only a sly smile on her lips and a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Any attempt at being suave or charming died then and there as Ryan's jaw fell open, and he gawked and ogled over every inch of the mature beauty. Resulting in a massive throbbing bulge beginning to run down his thigh.

"I knew you were perfect," Peyton purred out as she, in turn, looked Ryan up and down. "I've seen how you look at me, watch me from your bedroom window, or stumble about mowing the lawn when I wink at you, and I love it." Peyton gave one of her tits a soft squeeze as her eyes fell onto Ryan's throbbing bulge. "I haven't felt the loving touch of a man in years, so why don't you take me upstairs and show me just how much you love me and fuck me through my marriage bed? If you make me cum my brains out, then I'll be yours."

Every last one of those words was music to Ryan's ears. The thought that Peyton was ogling and flirting with him, dressing up slitty just to tease him with her body, to tempt him into lusting over her, it made him so hard he heard his jeans begin to groan in protest. Lust and desire surged through Ryan as he stood over Peyton, touching and groping at her pillowy-soft body, finally able to feel the body of the woman who dominated every fantasy he had ever imagined. Finally, his desire for more motivated him to pull her into his arms and carry the beautiful BBW to her bedroom.

Peyton looked beyond beautiful as she lay down on her white silk sheets. The rosy blush on her cheeks and her 'come hither' expression made Ryan feel like he was a newly-wedded husband. She's been so lonely for so long. I'll give her all the love she could ever want and prove that I am everything she could ever want! Ryan thought before he fell onto her. His hands were greedy, fondling every cellulite-rich inch of Peyton's body; Ryan loved just how deep his hands sunk into her meaty ass cheeks and how her belly rippled as he played with her body. He planned on teasing her until Peyton was begging for him to make her cum.

His lips met hers in a wanton, fiery display of passion. It was everything Ryan had dreamt about for years. Her soft plushness drove him wild, and he couldn't get enough of how she tasted to him. Ryan got lost in worshipping her and had no plans on stopping, even as the stitching in his jeans finally snapped, leaving him as naked as Peyton. Ryan had no thoughts in his head, just lust, desire, and want. Each one grew stronger with every mewl and cry that fell from Peyton's perfectly plump lips.

I won't stop until Peyton begs for more! I want to ruin her for all other men! Ryan roared inside his mind as he finally hammered his cock deep into Peyton. His muscles tensed with power and effort, drilling into her tight slit as he slammed his hips into hers. He got lost in just how her body quaked and wobbled from each and every thrust. Peyton wrapped her thick, marbled thighs around his hips. "More! D-don't stop! Faster! H-harder!" Peyton panted out into Ryan's ear, making his balls churn and gurgle as they became bloated and heavy with cum.

Want and pleasure clouded both of their minds, meaning that neither Ryan nor Peyton noticed that Ryan was transforming as he pushed his body to move harder and faster. With each tense flex of his muscles, Ryan's body started to swell and grow, turning him into a hulking giant; even his cock swelled, and his balls ballooned. His growth flooded his brain with sheer euphoria and adrenaline, and he was utterly addicted to the feeling.

The stronger I get, the more I can love this gargantuan goddess! I need this! I need this so badly! Ryan thought as he felt bolts of pleasure shoot through him and stop at his melon-sized balls. He was at the edge, edging along as he desperately tried to make Peyton cum first, but his willpower was quickly disappearing.

That's when he felt it. Peyton tightened around him as she came. Her pussy massaged and teased every inch of his monster as she writhed beneath him; her face hung in the perfect 'O' face as she squealed in pure, shameless delight. It was all too much for Ryan: her expression, her screams of ecstasy, the sinfully tight feel of her pussy, and her showering him in pussy juices pushed him past his limits. With one final thrust, he slammed Peyton deep into the bed, hearing the bedsprings groan in protest as the bedframe shuddered as Ryan came.

His balls churned and roiled like mad as he erupted like a firehose, spraying dense streams of jizz deep into Peyton. Ryan watched in awe as her belly swelled with each gurgling dense rope he stuffed into her. The sight made him hornier than he ever thought possible. Soon, Peyton's belly was so distended and engorged that it was twice the size of a beach ball. Within moments, her taut belly became a jiggly mountain of jello as Peyton went from being as wide as a door to being as big as her queen-sized bed.

Both of the lovers were pulled from their orgasmic haze as the bedframe gave a mighty groan, followed immediately by a deafening SNAP!! as the bed cracked in two.

"~Ooooh~ you ARE perfect! I want you to move in today!" Peyton mewled as she rolled over, pinning Ryan beneath the wobbling sea of her massive curves, smothering him with her beachball of a belly and titanic tits. "Forget about the pool and the lawn; from now on, Ryan, you're my new husband! Your only job now is to please me, love me, and fuck me! I don't care if even my loser of an ex or Stacy catches us. If we're fucking, you don't stop until your balls are completely empty" Peyton licked her lips as she started to roll her hips, teasing Ryan' as she continued to smother him. "Go on, get hard for me, be a good husband and fuck me until I pass out from the pleasure. You've been jerking off for years, wasting so much of your cum, when you could have been a good boy and given it all to me!"

Even if Ryan wanted to say something, he couldn't, not with his face buried so deeply in between two mountains of pale tit-flesh. So, he started to kiss and suckle on her tits as he whipped his hands down upon the marbled moons that made up Peyton's fat ass, sinking elbow-deep into her gloriously gigantic globes. All to show his goddess and wife how much he loved her and give her everything she asked for and more.

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A Mothers Wish

Angela cared about her son Thomas so very much, he was a handsome, strong, intelligent boy who was just continuing to strike out with the ladies. No matter what happened, or how well Angela thought Thomas was doing with the girls in his community college they never seemed to last. “How is your new girlfriend Tanya? She seemed nice” Angela broke the ice one morning in the kitchen before Thomas left for class. “Mom, I stopped talking to Tanya two days ago, she wasn’t really keeping my attention.” Thomas seemed slightly embarrassed as he shuffled past his mom on his way to morning classes.  Angela just couldn’t understand it, was her son hard to please? Did he want something specific? She saw cute girls who seemed innocent and pleasant, sexy women that hung off her son with slinky dresses, some middle aged women with hunger in their eyes and packing curves, some attractive nerd girls in short skirts, and even drunk party girls who all wanted to talk way too much about how much they “totally loved Thomas”. Some stayed for a few weeks, some lasted only a few days. All the same Angela couldn’t understand her son's dating habits and was beginning to worry. Afraid Thomas would never find the perfect girl.

In a desperate attempt to find out what her son was doing in the dating world Angela took Thomas out for drinks one night after a long week of classes and midterms. Got him a few too many drinks, and transported him home to bed, with only a few awkward moments of struggling to get him into the house. He was apparently a handsy drunk Angela found out, as she more than once had to slap Thomas’s hands away from her breasts and ass. “For shame Thomas, how inappropriate!!” Angela tutted.  Once in bed, and thoroughly passed out. Angela stole Thomas’s phone to find out what dating apps her son was using and if she could maybe see any messages between Thomas and his slew of short term girlfriends to try and see what his preferences were. She had some crazy idea, a mothers idea, that she could just learn enough so she could find the perfect match, what ever that looked like. Going through the apps, as she sat next to Thomas’s bed, his snoring coming quietly behind her, she saw the only dating app on his phone was “Perfect Pair” an app that promised to “Bring passion and partnership together”. Right as Angela was about to get past the pin and find out her son's needs, and look at his profile he began to wake up. Angela quickly took a picture of her sons profile name from the login screen with her own phone and left the room before she was caught. As she slowly got ready for bed, she downloaded the “Perfect Pair” app to see if she could maybe sneakily check in what her son’s profile looked like.

Right as she downloaded the app, it asked her for her name and picture, with the small print “you can change, or upload new names or pictures as needed”.  Realizing that it was late and she could change it tomorrow Angela just put her name and snapped a quick photo of herself to get past the screen with her outfit from the night. Angela had always been beautiful, long dark hair that curled excellently, and even though she worked out infrequently she had retained a nice figure. Still retaining a bit of the bust she had after her son was born, she was quite happy with the figure she cut a little top heavy, but hourglass all the same.. She was happy with her body, even though it looked a little older than she remembered in the picture, “What ever, i’ll wake up before Thomas does and change it before he logs in”. By changing her settings to be to the minimum distance she found her son pretty quickly. She had to swipe past a few different hunky men, and all of the pictures seemed to make Angela want to stop and gawk a bit. Some of the pictures the men were actively stroking their cocks and flexing their muscles. Others had nice profiles, but talked about how they really wanted a girl who was down to fuck right now. Each profile was stud after stud, and even a few dominant looking women, looking to “get it on, with any gender”. Angela had heard of one night stand apps before, but was surprised to see her son was using one, and one so vulgar. It was hard to look at, but even harder to look away. When she found Thomas’s profile she stopped and let her fingers slowly slide up and down her screen. Her eyes lingered and soaked in the image, her nipples became erect as if on que, and her breath became a bit hot and heavy. Thomas, her son, had been gifted the most incredible cock she had ever seen. 

Angela had never been much of a fan of the penis, sure it felt good enough, and a little size was nice, but of the few people she slept with before she had Thomas and then stopped dating, making her son her entire life, she never really thought cocks were pleasant to look at. But, this, she didn’t know if it was the drinks she was feeling, the warm light emitting from the app the longer Angela stared at it, or the fact she couldn’t get over how good it felt to have her breasts groped earlier, even by her drunk son. But Angela let her hand drop to between her legs and her fingers slowly began to caress the soft lips between her panties. She felt compelled to send him a message, to let Thomas know he had a scrumptious cock made for milking and sucking, that his mother somehow approved of his massive monster. Without thinking, her hand brought the camera up to her face to take a picture, and she smiled.

She saw herself, her breasts full and loose in her nightgown, her nipples erect and needy, the coy smile caught in her lips at the thought of that perfect thick cock in her hands. And with a simple push, she sent it. Angela never changed her name, or changed her pictures that night, all she did was stare at that throbbing cock and play with herself, letting wave after wave of pleasure hit her body as she lost herself in the dream of his cock. She didn’t even read his bio. Lost in the wake of finding out her son was packing a thick perfect monster in between his legs she lost herself. She understood why all those women weren’t enough for her perfect son. Why no matter what they looked like, she could never imagine a cock like that could be satisfied. She spent all night dreaming in a heat about letting that cock down her throat, filling her up deep in her aching pussy, or even letting him pound into her ass as she screamed. It didn’t matter she would worship a cock like that, get lost in it. She thought of every women her son was had been with, and wondered what he looked like as he broke them. Were the women surprised when it was presented, did they worship like she would have.The app buzzed and glowed throughout the night, it asked her prompts, she couldn’t be bothered to read them, she just clicked whatever would bring her face to face with that cock on that screen again. In the morning Angela woke up exhausted and sore, feeling better than she had in years. The sheets around her clung to her nude body as she tossed in her sleep. Completely forgetting the night's dealings. 

Waking up late, Angie threw on a silk robe and noticed it was a little tighter on her than normal. She pulled it snug and felt her breasts press up against her presenting a fair deal more cleavage than she was used to seeing. “Hello girls! Aren’t we looking rather plump today” She giggled. Catching herself in the act Angie was a bit confused, when was the last time she giggled. As she picked up her phone and proceeded to walk down stairs to breakfast. Fumbling with her robe as she was finding that she certainly didn’t have the same amount of room as before, swearing to check the dryer settings later. she came downstairs to find Thomas in boxers flipping through his phone. Angie kissed Thomas on the forehead and scooted beside him to get into the fridge to make an egg for breakfast. As she busied herself she saw from the corner of her eye Thomas was on that dang dating app again, she sighed thinking what she wouldn’t do to get him hooked up with a nice girl, when it all flooded back to her. Angie almost dropped the food she was holding as she slowly turned to face her son. Ready for the shock and shame to wash over her. Remembering the hours spent staring at him with lust. She turned around and began slowly “Now son, I want you to know I was very drunk last night, and I want to explain myself.”  but before she could utter another word, Thomas just looked up at her. “Nah, Mom, you don’t have to explain anything, I was drunk, I shouldn’t have…. bumped into you while you were helping me into the house. I was a bit off. Having just broken up with Tanya. It was unacceptable, and I apologize” Thomas looked up at his mother with his best apologetic face and Angie completely dropped the subject. She came over to Thomas, who was sitting on a stool near the kitchen counter, only wearing boxers, and wrapped him up in her arms and planted a big kiss on his forehead. Half mounting him in the process. 

As Angie attempted to comfort her boy, she felt a thick strong pulsing at her thighs. As she felt it slowly throb and slide up her leg, lifting the hem of her nightgown up, slowly growing closer, and hotter, and closer to a scandalous level. It was only then, that she looked down from kissing her son's head, to see his face was buried between her tits, he was looking up at her with a mischievous smile. Angie’s nightgown had spread apart and was barely concealing her thick erect nipples, now directly in front of Thomas's face.. If they hadn;t been so hard the whole top would have pulled apart, but the silk robe clung daintly across her very visible breast. But nestled between her larger tits was her son Thomas. His lips pressed softly against her flesh, as his perfect cock rose with a vengeance against her thigh. Angie almost lost control right then. But she backed away and adjusted her outfit to tight around her body, even though the damp spot between her legs, and on the side of her thigh gave away the moment's tension. Her son’s cock was stark against the boxers he was wearing, bobbing up and down slowly like a cobra following the rhythm of the moment. She barely was able to look at it before she broke eye contact and watched as Thomas stood up and grabbed his plate and walked off to his room. “Alright Mom, I’m gunna relax in my room for a while. Love you”.

Angie spent the next hour in her room adjusting the settings on the app. She had immediately gone up stairs and jumped on her bed and looked at the app on her phone after the awkward tension with Thomas. She had planned on deleting the thing, or atleast changing her name and picture after she logged in, but just couldn’t help herself. When she went to her name to change it she did, from Angela to Angie, it seemed like enough. She wanted Thomas not to know it was her, but she didn’t want to try and remember a different name. She had seen that Thomas had seen the messages (the few she sent, but didn’t remember) she had sent the night before, but had left her on read. So when she came to the pictures she decided instead of removing the old photos, she would upload new photos that would make Thomas want to talk to Angie. “The best plans were attempted a few times” she chimed to herself. She scrolled through her photos and found one of Angie and her two work besties. 

She didn’t remember herself showing off so much cleavage that day, or even having those big tits, but as she looked down it was clear she had. Angie’s tits had swelled up since last evening. Now clearly too large for her nighty, Angie wasn’t sure she even had a bra or top that would fit her bust now without creating a mile of cleavage. The picture showed two stuffed melons down the front of her top. (Not to mention her two friends' tits looking a bit bigger as well, kind of hot she pondered for a moment.) and Angie was sure her breasts were even larger now. She hefted one in her hand as she uploaded the picture to the app. “Surely Thomas will think I am cute now, he may even let me know what kind of girl he likes” She thought ideally as she went back to his profile to wait for him to respond. 

An hour went by, and then a second, Thomas had seen the new photos, she could see he was even active at this very moment. Angie had snuck near his room, half naked and panting, and had heard him jerking himself off hard in his room. Angie stayed outside his door, playing with herself and squeezing her tits while staring at the picture of sons perfect cock in her hands. She wanted to be on the other end of his perfect cock. If only she could figure out what he liked and she could please him. That's when it hit her like a ton of bricks, this whole time she hadn’t scrolled through his profile, she was so caught up in the cock she couldn’t see the goal. As she let her damp fingers slide down the profile she began to pant hard. 

“Hello, I am Thomas, I need a dirty thick tittyed, phat assed, slut to suck my cock day and night. As you can see from my impressive size, I need a real size queen who can slob on my thick cock all night. She better be thick in front and back and be ready to fuck all the time. No little sluts, I will break you, and I need you to beg for it. Dark hair and bimbo brains are a plus”. Angie had never heard her son talk like that. Had never expected her baby to be such a depraved animal, and Angie had never been more desperate and horny in her life. She could feel her mind warping into a dark fantasy. Could feel herself wanting to pleasure and be degraded by this fuck bat of a cock at the top of her sons page. She was disgusted by the thought of being turned into a fuck slut to that huge cock. But she was also wet, panting and letting her mouth hang open as she heard her son begin to cum on the other side of the room. He roared as she swore she heard splatter across the door frame as she could feel her son began to unload ropes. As she came at that same moment imagining her son blowing that load across her big titties, imagining his huge balls resting on her chin as she gobbled ever drop down hungry like never before. Angie saw the three dots begin to form on the message screen on the app between Thomas and her. Suddenly scared and with the last brief fleeting moments of orgasm and reality fringing on her mind Angie crawled and whimpered back to her room, hand stuffed into her mouth from screaming Thomas’s name, other hand playing with her clit and sopping wet cunt. . 

“Hey Angie, Looking pretty fuckable. You almost made me double look. You look alot like my MILF of a mother, but she doesn’t have as fat of tits as yours”. Angie was already trying to figure out how to respond to that, she was hefting her titties up for a picture and ready to tell Thomas she was his mother when he wrote to her. “So, how big those tits huh Angie, got any cute or tight lingerie to show this thick cock.” Though it had been vulgar and gross, Angie felt like it was the best way to get Thomas to like her, and maybe even find out what his perfect girl would be like. She needed to find out, so she could, so she could, well it was important. A man like that needed a woman. And all those other little sluts couldn’t handle her sons perfect cock well, maybe she should. She would have to do some more digging and slutting it up to find out.

Angie had found an old body suit she hadn’t worn in years and a sports bra that was now absurdly tight on her huge boobs. She snapped the photo hoping she looked hot. She just needed to hear Thomas tell her she was hot, that maybe she was fuckable, of that she could suck his cock between girlfriends, I mean if that wasn’t weird, his mom, sucking him off. No, that was okay, right? Angie was having trouble thinking recently, all she kept doing was staring at the app. She would occasionally stare and swipe at the other guys, all huge thick slabs of beef, and she drooled, she read what they each wanted, and a part of her kept wondering what all these other men were like, but she kept coming back to Thomas. She stayed in that slinky outfit for an hour, feeling her tits and body conform more and more. A few times she saw the three dots appear and felt her nipples become erect, her snatch become moist, and her breath catch. But he never responded. In fact she heard Thomas get up and start getting ready to leave for the evening. She saw he was online, still, but not responding, at least not to her!!. She rushed out of her room, still in her outfit and ran to find her juicy sexy son. She found Thomas at the door, literally walking out the door, as he turned around and stared at his mother. Angie pushed out her chest, and tried to strike a sexy pose. “Oh, Thomas, are you planning on heading out for the evening?” She tried to act coy, but she was panting thinking about his hands on her, his cock taking her in whatever way he pleased. “Mom? damn, fun outfit, don’t you think you need a bit more curves and maybe a few less years to pull something off like that?” Thomas chucked, and walked over to his mom and gave her a kiss on the lips slow and deep. Angie was stunned, her son's tongue went into her mouth and she tasted his saliva. It felt good, and she was intoxicated by his touch.  “I’ll be back, I have a new slut to break in, I mean a first date to go on.” She’s a young thing with huge tits, you’d like her I’m sure, don’t wait up, I may be back in the morning.” and with a slap on his mothers ass and a wink Thomas walked out the door to fuck a new slut. Angie barely got out a “Well make sure she sucks that huge cock of yours son.” before he was out the door and driving away. 

Angie groaned as Thomas left her, she felt his touch on her whole body still. Hot and sweating from his lips on her skin, Angie stumbled up stairs and found some clothing that barely fit her as she attempted to relax until Thomas came home. As she came downstairs adjusting the jean shorts that had ridden up her ample behind, and the thong now diggin in between her cheeks, Angel tried not to think of how jealous she was of the slut that Thomas was out banging right now. “Lucky Bitch” She huffed. She had big titties and a phat ass, both growing bigger by the hour Angel mused, why didn’t Thomas tell her she was pretty? Instead, he had made fun of her for not having more curves, and not being young enough. She was busy trying to button her pants up when she decided that there was no point in the first place, she could feel her ass bubbling out the back of the shorts, and knew it wouldn’t be long before she was just naked anyways. 

She was trying to figure out how she could still seduce her son, and be the perfect woman for him. Why, maybe if she was naked when Thomas came back, she would get to see his cock get big and hard again. She certainly wouldn’t miss her chance the next time his big cock throbbed against her skin. As Angie stripped off her cloths, and was left in just a tight little thong covering up her moist snatch she relaxed back into the couch and starred at the door willing Thomas to come in and fuck her. Completely in a trance, Angel spent the rest of that evening letting her fingers trace their way across her skin, felt the curves of her body swelling with her breath as her skin tightened up, as her hair gained luster and her age lines slowly vanished. Her hips began to flare out behind her as she slowly gyrated in spot, imagining what she would do if she could ride every inch of her son's amazing cock. Felt as her ass wobbled more and more throughout the evening as she plumped out behind her. The weight of her breasts increased as they grew through the cup sizes. Angel was lost in a blissful day dream that stretched for hours. She was in a constant state of arousal, release, and build up. Her body ached and panted against the changes, her tongue lolled from her mouth as she mewed lightly at the pleasure. Her nipples stood straight out like little corks, dark and erect with need. Angel could almost get her tongue to touch the tip and it excited her. She felt her skin tighten, and soften, youth coming back into her body as she let her pussy spasm with need. The whole time, her cell phone, sat open with her sons photo on the screen.

Angie spent the night on the couch, growing and changing, dreaming of becoming Thomas’s perfect woman. She felt pride in creating such a perfect, handsome master of a son, but she also felt deprived and depraved in her lust. Her new body left her exhausted and with a wild amount of energy.  Angel dragged her new younger self up the stairs of the house and decided to check if she had gotten any messages from Thomas on the app. Angel quickly changed her name again, because Angie was such an older name now in her mind, and she definitely needed to upload some new pictures as Thomas hadn’t responded all night to her last picture, or the slew of dirty things she had texted him over the evening, she couldn't remember typing out. Not that she minded that she had typed out “Fuck my throat, master” and “I want you to slap my big titties and fuck my thicc ass” to her son, but it was odd she couldn’t really remember doing that. She also realized she had never responded to Thomas about the size of her big titties. “Of course, Thomas didn’t respond, I didn’t answer his questions, silly bimbo Angel” Anyways, Angel went through some of her old outfits to see if she had anything cute to try on that would show off her huge breasts. She found some old workout clothes that seemed to fit her new leaner body, although it certainly would have been obscene at the gym now. While her waist had stayed thin, her body was deeply hourglassed. Her ass was so thick that it distended the clothing till they were almost see through. Angel giggled as she smacked her own ass and imagined how good it would feel to throw it back on her son's cock. It wobbled and jiggled pleasantly behind her and she loved the way she waddled as she walked. Pulling on the largest sports bra she owned, and wrangling it over her tits, not without almost gasping at how sensitive her nipples were in the process, she marveled and gawked at the huge boobs spilling over the side. She pulled up her phone and snapped a picture of her huge titties and sent them to Thomas. “Your Milf mommy sounds hot, but she certainly doesn’t have my Triple D titties stud, when you gonna show me how you’d use that thick horse cock of yours?”. 

Giggling, Angel knew that Thomas would love her new body. She loved her new body, she was dimly aware she hadn’t looked like this two days ago. But whenever she thought a little too hard about it, she would snap back to the thought of her son’s massive cock and relax back. Soon enough Thomas’s messenger started showing three little dots. Angel had already had her fingers deep into her cunt when she saw the notification.  

“Well hello there you thick titted slut. Look at those nice round tits, you grow those all for me, or were you born with breasts larger than your head? just got done letting a tiny slut of a college nerd break herself attempting to get me off, over and over again, she wrapped her whole body around my cock and still couldn’t satisfy me. She barely could take more than a few inches before she was babbling about cumming too much. Tell me Angel, got a caboose to go with that top half, huh Angel? I could probably squeeze you in, if you are free now and packing a phat ass with those needy tits.”

Angel scrambled, she had found the jean shorts that she was wearing when she had been on the couch last night. With a herculean effort she slid them over her massive backside. She felt them wedge deep up in her ass, and could feel each one of her checks wobble with the effort. She looked back over her shoulder to the mirror getting ready to snap another photo and send it to her son. When she caught a look at herself. She was huge, her ass was easily the size of two basketballs. She would never be able to walk anywhere and not be leered at by men, she imagined ridding the bus to work, her boss, her friends, all of them would see her now as the walking fuck slut she had become. Her breasts were massive, unhideable melons. The ballooned out in front of her and were sensitive enough to get her off, (as she found out throughout the day). She was a pornstar's wet dream, more curves than woman. All sexed up waiting to be used for any depraved thing her son could think of. She stared at her wobbling back side, thought back to her precious son, and how she desperately wanted to find him the perfect woman. Sighed, longingly, and snapped the photo. Hitting send, Angel knew she was doing the right thing. 

That she could just be the perfect thick assed, huge breasted slut her son needed. He could fuck those silly other women when ever, but she would be the dedicated woman he needed. She smiled as she dreamily began to think of how she would first please his monster cock. Would Angel let him nestle his massive throbbing cock between her tits as she pressed them together, milking as much of his seed as she could. Watching as her tit flesh barely covered his throbbing member, even as big as they were, still growing. Letting her nipples drag against his hot body, edging her closer and closer to climax, till he exploded all over her. How much of him could she swallow? She pondered, then shook her head. All of it, she knew. 

She wondered if he would pin her down to the couch, her ass up in the air. Waiting for him to spread her apart and pump into her, pulling her apart as inch after inch pushed into her ass with his swollen cock. She hoped Thomas would reach around and grope her tits, as he fucked her from behind. She so hoped they were big enough, as she groped herself softly. She felt her thick ass and knew he would spank her, choke her, degrade her, make her beg and plead to be impaled on his cock. Angel knew she was growing more and more, felt her body swelling to meet his needs, his wants, his desires. She moaned as she waited for his response. She growled as she humped the pillows on the couch staring at the door waiting for him to come home. Thomas had asked for her address minutes ago. She had texted hers and his home address, not realizing he of course knew it. She was too busy planning all the ways she was gunna milk Thomas till he accepted her as his girlfriend, till his dear sweet mother was basking underneath his steel rod. She moaned the moment he came through the front door, She was on the couch dripping wet in a frenzy. She was humping the air and had her hand between her legs, a dildo down her throat, and her breasts pushed out eagerly, all sprawled out on the couch. She had decided in her lust filled haze, that she wanted his cock in her pussy before anything else, and had stuffed a dildo down her throat so she couldn’t say otherwise. Seemed like a good idea till she started cumming uncontrollably. Cock in his hands thick and hard, Thomas strode into the house smiling. “Hello Mother, or should I call you my big titted Angel”. Angel screamed, as Thomas brought his cock to head with his mothers molten hot cunt. She writhed and shook as he walked slowly into his mother, inch after inch disappearing into her dripping wet snatch. She practically vibrated as Thomas groped her huge breasts and slapped her tits around. He hefted himself down into her till every inch of his cock disappeared inside of Angel. She had never felt so fucked, so full, so complete. Until Thomas began to pound into her, his rhythm slow at first, but quickly building into a fury. 

He roared as he began to truly use his mothers body. She was a fuck puppet on a stick, he picked her up and spread her wide as he began to buck wildly into her. She felt as inches retreated out of her, only to be slammed back into her with incredible force. Her clit, swollen and sensitive from days of playing with herself was being slammed against by Thomas pubic mound, was causing her to cum again and again. Her breasts were being sucked, and her ass smacked on by her son as she whimpered out orgasm after orgasm. She felt her mind slipping further and further away as Thomas came closer and closer to erupting. “Wow, Mom, your the best slut I ever fucked” Thomas panted out as he relentlessly pumped away at his mother. “Now to finish the dating process and make you mine”. Thomas roared as he bottomed out his mother into the couch. Angel felt the sudden stopping of his throbbing pulses, and anticipated the heat. She felt it rising inside of her son, felt the tight pulsing as Thomas’s cock began to erupt inside of her like a fire hose. She felt her body absorbing the flush of semen, felt her mind go blank as Thomas’s lips found hers and she sucked on his tongue as he unloaded into her. Angel’s last thoughts were about how perfect her son was, how perfect her boyfriend was. 

Thomas, had just got done with his degree and was celebrating with his new girlfriend Lizzy by letting her suck him off at home, when his mother texted him. She had picked up a job as a lingerie barista to help pay the bills with him, since she had quit her last job, and was reminding him that their date night was coming up soon. “Baby, you said you would be home in time for me to help you “relax” after my shift”.  Angel had quickly become one of the best paid baristas in the city with her massive tits and thick ass bringing in lots of repeat customers. She was even rumored to suck you off if you were a bit younger and had a decent sized cock. She had swelled into Thomas’s wet dream and while everyone was fine with how sweet Angel was to her son, no one knew of what a slut she was around her son. Lizzy had thought it was cute that he was close with his mom, but Thomas just smiled and pressed Lizzy’s head back down around his throbbing cock. “Don’t worry Mom, there will be plenty left for you when I get home in an hour!”

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“You weren’t kidding about the potency of your jizz, you can already see the stretch marks on them!”

“Wtf now my ass is getting fatter?? I don’t mind but you didn’t mention that part?? 😜😘”

“Wow, just WOW, one load and they’re bigger than my head! I wonder what several loads would feel look like 👀😘”

Model 💖: Ms.PAmelia

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Life sucks sometimes boys and girls, but I want you all to know it will get better and people care about you!

NOW LOOK AT THE TITTIES RAAAAAA

Artist: Berggi

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You should have been studying but you decided to browse the internet.

Your weary eyes stared unfocused at the pages till a bright flash of pink brought you out of your monotony.

Image after image flew by as you scrolled. Beautiful women all dressed, some barely, in some fashion of pink.

It seared into your brain. No longer stressed or bored. A pleasant hum, a warmth began that pushed all of it away.

You didn't even notice your hand start to snake south. Slowly rubbing through your pajamas. You slowly picked up speed as your eyes absorbed the pictures.

The warmth increased and spread through your body. You were on fire. You were... horny.

Your pussy was really gushing now as it fattened up with your whole bottom half. Your bottoms stretched tight then tighter as they changed to a shiny pink latex.

The smooth material against your clit sent you over the edge as you orgasm shattered you. Your top shrank and thinned, becoming transparent. Your enlarging tits pushed out with a bounce.

A moan escaped your lips as the plumped up and took a glossy sheen. Whipping your head side to side flung your hair as it wove into pigtails. The plain brown bleeding out of it as it lightened.

The aftershocks of orgasm made you giggle as your room changed to match the new you. Pink cat headphones adorn your head as you tug on your new handlebars squeezing your thighs together to the satisfying sound of girlcum in you pants sloshing around your plump pussy.

You don't remember what you were doing before as you spin in your chair.

Tugging on your hair was getting you horny again though. Looking at your computer you get an idea.

Standing up you grab your phone and aim it at your conveniently played full sized mirror snapping selfies.

You look though all the pictures finding it hard to decide which one to post to your account. Finally you pick on that makes you look the most fuckable.

Your phone uploads the picture to your computer for you as you as the pink screen thanks you for your new profile picture.

The next screen simply says:

𝒲𝐸𝐿𝒞𝒪𝑀𝐸 𝒯𝒪 𝒟𝒰𝑀𝐵𝐿𝑅

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Natalie sorted through her mail weeding out the junk. Among the envelopes was one addressed to her with "urgent" stamped on it in big bold letters. Skeptically she opened it and was met with some technical jargon that amongst it she could make out the words "recall" and "defective". Sifting through the letter she came to another lengthy paragraph that went into detail about what seemed like her car.

As we place safety above all else we are contacting you to ensure that things will operate in the manner intended going forward and we apologize for any inconvenience. The matter of your defective airbags is a concern to the safety of yourself and others they may help. We hope no bruising or discomfort has occurred as a result of their absence of function. We are implementing corrections as you are reading this so rest assured your lips will fully seal around and cock of any size.

Natalie was caught off guard by what she had just read. So much so she didn't seem to notice her lips bloating up into proper DSL's.

Furthermore we are correcting your frontal airbags to help with your sexual exploits and will be giving them a courtesy boost to make up for past actions.

FWOMP GUSH

There wasn't any time to react as her new airbags deployed with pneumatic force. He bra snapped and her top was pushed beyond it's limits as it tore beneath her arms. She was sent forward and off balance by the weight and suddenness almost dropping the letter. While she was concerned there was also some sort of background heat in her building up. Like a flood of happy hormones that made all her new bits feel just extra yummy. Extra horny. She brought her free hand up to help stifle the wobbling melons on her chest and sank into the firm hot flesh through the stretched thin top. They were as fake as they come but they felt better than any real titties she'd had before. It alarmed her how much she liked the word "titties" and how it made her nipples hard. She drew her eyes reluctantly back to the paper as if to find an answer to her predicament.

As one would be aware of the safety issues of oversized frontal airbags we will also be compensating your rear airbags to match.

FWOMP GUSH

A sudden blast in her pants sent her backwards as her poor jeans were sundered. Like an newborn deer learning to walk she fought to find her balance which seemed to be thrusting her huge titties forward and her massive ass back.

This should allow for easier bending or standing as well as shock absorption which we guarantee on all of our airbags. No amount of face, ass, or tit fucking will cause any discomfort or injury.

While her ass was mostly exposed there was still enough of it in her pants to really start sending her overboard with new sensations. While her pants gave up, her panties had fought the good fight and were wedged tightly between her fat new cheeks and rubbing her hot and engorged clit. She didn't even think about it before a line of drool slipped out of her swollen lips that didn't want to close and landed in her cleavage causing her to gasp. A small pop came from one of the tears as it widened. She was so turned on and worried what more physical contact would do she read on.

Obviously as compensation for this correction your clothing will be corrected to properly contain your new equipment. You will find tighter is better as it keeps you from bumping into too many things. Once again we would like to apologize for any non mind melting sex you experienced prior to this correction.

With a flash suddenly Natalie's ill fitting clothes were replaced with barely fitting clothes. Some sort of black pvc "top" that almost showed more than it covered was all she could see due to her tits. Looking over she found her phone in a new pink sparkle case on the counter. Opening up the camera on it she turned it on herself. She hardly recognized the bombshell pouting stupidly at the camera. Her lower half was a pink skirt of the same material and a pair of pink stilettos. Her clothes were so tight she wondered how she could have put them on in the first place let alone how to even take them off.

Suddenly a jolt of lightning shot through her and she let out a moan as the sensation of a mysterious breeze passed over her clit. It dawned on her that she was not wearing panties anymore and she clamped her legs shut to try and stop her wetness from leaking out. She was too horny now. She needed relief. She needed to go out and test her airbags.

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"Hurry up! Drive faster!"

"I'm trying!"

GSSHHHHHH

POP

Another button was ejected from Georgina's blouse as her chest continued to inflate. They were the size of her head and not stopping.

CRACK

PUNG

And there went the button on her pants as her hips cracked wider.

"God dammit Jim!" she cursed to her husband who glanced over in shock. The whole ordeal was alarming but the language from his very Christian wife was another level.

GSSHHHHHH

"My boobs are getting huge!" she said uncharacteristically as she arched her back more almost on instinct. Her rising melons pressing through the open gap. She had forgone a seatbelt out of concern of being trapped in it as she grew.

"Honey just stay calm and try not to focus on it. We'll be at the hospital soon," Jim attempted to reassure her as he struggled to keep his wandering eyes on the road.

Georgina tried not to think about it but they were dominating her vision now. Closing her eyes she remembered earlier. Yelling at her daughter for showing up on Easter with a boob job. While nothing extreme at all with a C cup but just complimenting her daughter's body more than being flat as a board like her, she flew off the handle. Her tirade calling her all sorts of names. A hussy. A stripper. A bimbo. All manner of things to convey her anger at such a blasphemous act. Ruining the holiday for all as her daughter ran off in tears. It wasn't long after that her that she felt a tightness in her chest followed by the rapid overfilling of her bra. Getting her husband to drive her to the hospital she darted out of the house as she felt her underwear ride up.

Opening her eyes she unconsciously let out a giggle. She was definitely bigger than her daughter now. Every bump sent her chest moving but not in a natural way. Her top was tight but inside the orbs were of 1 solid mass as each bounce dropped them lower.

GSSHHHHHH

POP POP

"Baby I need to show the doctor my fat titties," she said in and almost moan of frustration. Her face was pouting now as even her lips were becoming inflated.

The darker tan of her tits that was pushing out her top didn't match the pale white of the rest of her body. It began to creep up her neck, not that she would notice. She was too busy looking at her longer red and well manicured nails. They looked... pretty. The old her would have thought "whorish" but only spoke "harlot". The shiny red matching her new lips as the tan spread across her face, meeting her hairline before it reacted violently changing from dark brown to bright blonde starting at the roots.

Jim focused on the road. He dare not give into temptation as he gripped the steering wheel with white knuckled hands. In the distance the sign for the hospital was lit up.

"Almost there honey. Just hold on," he said through grit teeth.

As if to thwart their advance the light ahead turned red causing them to come to an abrupt stop. The force pulling the weighty mass of Georgina's chest forward accompanied by the lewd filling noise.

GSSHHHHHH

GSSHHHHHH

Her tits and ass ballooned further together. The cab was filled with red light as she stared blankly at the light. Her fully blonde hair reflected it in contrast to the darkness of her tan that covered her body, even her ass cheeks that swelled from her pants. It was so pretty like her nails and lips and..."

POP

ZZRIP

"My totally big juggies!" she yelped. Another button freed along with the destruction of her zipper. Now the top was open enough to see miles of solid round tit meat and instead of what should have been her bra was a red tightly stretched latex material barely attached between her orbs. She could feel the smoothness of the material pushing into her hard nipples.

Suddenly she was jerked back as the light turned green and Jim sped to the entrance. Taking the turn into the hospital drive sharply she could feel the immense weight on her chest pulled toward Jim and as he righted the vehicle they swung back around bounced off the door with a dull thud. Rounding the entrance circle the vehicle stopped and Georgina immediately opened the door as Jim turned to see his wife leave. Or wheat should have been his wife.

SHRIIIIIIIP

Bending over to scoot out of the seat rent her pants in half as her tanned globes spilled into the nights air. Between her globes a matching red triangle was being devoured. Leaping down there was the light CLAK of her shoes turned red stripper heels connecting with the pavement that she didn't notice either. With eagerness she made her way to the door. Each step accompanied with more bounce than before. Her tits and ass were wobbling wildly as each step tore more clothes off. Her pants split from her legs completely, revealing long, tight, red stockings and several new hummingbird tattoos.

GSSHHHHHH

With a final lurch her tits freed themselves from her old top and stretched the barely there replacement to the limit. Like two basketballs in size and bounciness they tried to counterbalance her equally wobbly and fake ass. Finally she reached to door and with pristine nailed fingers opened the door.

Blackness.

Inside was darkness. No light. Just the sound of her heels and the creaking of her clothes as she walked forward into nothingness.

"Hello? Like, I need some help with my titties," she asked into the emptiness without even an echo.

Suddenly light directed at her with the intensity of the sun seemed to hit her. Blinded she put her hand up to block it. A deep base reverberated through her and the area as music began to play. Subconsciously her hips began to sway.

"Now everyone it's time for the ever popular, Gigi Giggles!" came an ominous announcer followed by the roar of a crowd.

All around her lights lit the stage she had suddenly found herself on and in front of her was a gleaming silver pole. Confusingly she found herself reaching out, grasping the pole and in a motion more fluid than should have been for someone who had never before been on a stripper pole, twirled around till her massive booty was facing the crowd. Rocking her hips she shook her wobbling fake ass for the crowd much to their pleasure.

For 10 minutes she jiggled and writhed on the pole for the audience. No one would have guessed 30 minutes ago she was a deeply religions woman heavily opposed to cosmetic surgery instead of the bouncy, giggly woman with the fake tan, hair color, tits and ass pushed to 11. Finally she cam bounding down the steps of the stage, stressing her top to the max with each heavy bounce.

Lost in a haze of adrenaline and lust Gigi made her way through the crowd till finally she made it to the bar when a hand smacked into her ass loudly and harshly sending it bouncing causing her to look at who it was.

"My, my. You turned out better than I thought," the stranger said. "Hypocrisy has suited you."

Gigi didn't really get what they were saying but she liked it when they touched her.

"Are you gonna, like, fuck me?" she asked hopefully.

"I thought I was done but I guess you were a pretty big bitch before," they said reaching over and opening the door to the VIP rooms. "If you're lucky your clothes may still fit and you might even be able to remember how to put them on," they said with another swat to her ass making it just a bit bigger.

"Maybe."

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The Anniversary

"So, how long were you going to wait before you told me?" Tina asked me as she strutted across the bedroom. My laptop was open on the desk next to my bed. I could see from the mirror on the opposite wall that Tina had found my Tumblr page . "You've been writing and jerking off to these stories of women growing! For a year?" I tried to move but she had placed cuffs onto my wrists and ankles, securing me against the metal bedframe.

"Nope, you're not getting out of it that easy, you pervert!" I struggled and struggled again before realising it was hopeless. "A whole year of smut, of lurking, of oggling." She leaned over and scrolled, did her hand just rub her crotch? "These women getting big, horny and..." she bit her lip, "powerful!"

I couldn't believe it, she was into it. She found one particular photo I had captioned, a black woman with tits bigger than cars and an arse that wouldn't stop jiggling. I watched as she slipped her hand underneath the waistband of her jeans. "It's. So. Wrong." She said breathily as she started to fondle herself right in front of me. She knew what it was doing to me as her eyes darted to my crotch, where a mound was beginning to form.

"You see, I've been researching this fetish of yours..." she was even more breathy, speaking between moans as I tried to figure out what the groaning noise was in the background. "...and with a little breathing and positive thinking .." Her eyes started to roll back, she started whimpering now, "...I think..." the groaning was getting louder, "...oooh...I think I can...", her hand was working faster and faster. What was happening? My cock was betraying me, begging to be freed. "...Oh god, I think I can..." She was sweating, writhing, was she about to? "...GROOOOOWWWW!"

She came, hard.

As she did, her breasts wobbled, bubbled, as layers open layers of fat surged to them, pushing her bra outward. Her arse started to shake as she kept screaming, and growing.

She was enormously thicc, and a very clear patch of wet could be seen in her crotch. She played excitedly putting herself so close to me that I could feel her heat. With every move, a visible wobble on her new sizeable breasts. I wanted to touch her, but helpless, I was cuffed on each limb. My cock was so hard it hurt.

"oh sweetie" she said as she straddled me. "Let me help you." She ran a nail up my shaft, over my jeans. She was teasing slowly as she locked eyes with me and smiled deviously. "Or maybe you don't want me enough. A real man would burst out of his pants at the sight of a goddess like me."

She got up again, winked at me and started toying with herself again. "If you want me..." her breath was getting faster again. "You're going to have to follow me." Faster she worked herself. I noticed her sweat build, her words getting breathier. "Oh baby." She humped the air as her hand kept working herself. "Grow with me baby". She breathed in sharply, her body quaked as she started to inflate.

She came hard again and all the fat surged to her lower half. Bucking, screaming, kicking out, her eyes rolled up as she came so hard the room literally rocked. It was so hot I could feel it happening... enraged, excited, inflated... my cock burst out of my jeans. My muscles expanded all over my body as the handcuffs exploded from the sheer size of my limbs.

Her eyes widened at the sight of me. 8 foot tall, hulking. My head wasn't straight, and hers couldn't have been. She just presented her huge ass to me, smiled, and bent over the bed I'd just left as a destroyed pile on the floor.

"Fuck me baby, let's destroy this city."

I slid in...and obeyed.

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This was the best and worst situation you never could have imagined. Your stepmom was a raging bitch who seemed to punish and ground you for no reason other than her own satisfaction. Since you'd turned 18 your cock had taken a bit of a growth spurt to 11in and in a fit of hormone induced angst, you jerked off into her morning coffee while she was dressing. After that she seemed to sense you, smell you. Especially when you were horny which seemed to be all the time now. He tops fit a bit tighter as her B's became C's and she filled out a bit more everywhere. After doing it two more times, and her fat DD's bouncing around, you were sure there was a connection. Resigning yourself to stop before it got worse you thought it was over. For the next couple of weeks she seemed distant and agitated more than usual.

One morning however you were quickly snapped awake to the impressive hoovering around your cock. Looking down under your sheets was your stepmom absolutely face fucking herself while drooling and moaning. It wasn't long till you blasted a fat load down her throat causing her to spasm like some junkie taking a hit.

Out of breath she gasped "I finally found that smell. I've been looking for it forever. It's soooo good." She sloppily licked you clean and kissed along your shaft with plush lips. "You're still grounded though," she said as she stood up and walked back to her room with a sexy sashay and a look over her shoulder.

From then on things had only escalated. Turns out getting cum straight from the source was having a stronger effect. She was blowing up in all areas much faster and she was seemingly cumdrunk or something. She acted normal till she could see or smell you, then was always doing things to tease you and get you hard even in front of your dad. Luckily he was oblivious but she was still putting on her bitch act. You were basically permanently grounded so you could always be home to fuck her in some way which was distracting you so much that your grades were falling, giving her more reason to ground you. It was to the point she was already planning for you to be around for summer school or worse, not graduate and have to do the year over so you could stay home with her.

"Hey are you staring at my boobies again? Wait till I tell your daddy when he gets back you've been naughty ," she said smirking at you with her monstrous udders thrust out at you. Now you're stuck and you know what's about to happen. Or one of the many things. She already woke you by riding you. Your thick cock buried in her much larger ass, smashing together like two volleyballs. It's her new favorite since she says it's easier to take you because she says you're growing down there still. You're not sure but your pants are really, really tight right now and you can already see her starting to drool.