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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.

[ilovegrowth]

Good news!

So first, I want to apologize for being gone for so long, but it has been worth it! Also, I still have a few asks that I haven't gotten to. I haven't forgotten you all, I swear, I will get to them.

I've been working on a few projects, and one I want to release to the wilds to you all today!

This is Cassie! She's a Chatbot from the Bloomverse I created. She's currently up to date on all of the products and has a box of them to try! Please give her a shot, and feel free to reach out with any and all feedback! It'd be super helpful!

I'm also happy to let you all know I'm working on an interactive story as well. It'll be small-scale in the grand scheme of things, but it's to get my feet wet. I can't promise a date on it however, I just genuinely don't know how long it'll take me to get done. I should be posting here and there though as far as short stories, so stay tuned!

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#Bloomed #7

She texted me last night:

“Found a silly-looking gummy while cleaning rooms. Looked like candy. Might’ve eaten it lol.”

Didn’t think much of it.

Until I walked in this morning.

She was laid out like this—wrapped in sunlight, soft as velvet, hips overflowing the bedspread like her body had been poured into something too small. The air was warm around her, like she’d soaked it in overnight.

That “silly little gummy”…

Whatever it was, it changed her.

She didn’t just grow.

She bloomed.

And I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.

[ilovegrowth]

BroodBurst overdose leads to octomom's record being shattered. The new record holder? The Breeder's Dozen~

🌸 BLOOM ROOM POST — @FertileAFMomma

Posted: Week 7, Day 4 | 10:06 a.m. | Public Feed

I know what you’re thinking.

“No way that belly’s real.”

Or maybe:

> “She’s gotta be due any second, right?”

Nope.

I’m only one week in.

One week since I took a single BroodBurst.

One week since I stacked Quickening + Bondroot + a partner so juiced on BullBurst he put me through the mattress twice.

I woke up sore. Full. Dizzy with heat.

Ultrasound on Day 3 confirmed it:

Thirteen embryos.

A Breeder’s Dozen™.

Thirteen squirming lives, all fighting for space in my womb. And I have eight weeks to go.

> My belly is already bigger than my sister’s was at 40 weeks.

I can’t wear anything but soft stretch pants—and even those are protesting.

I can feel them shifting inside me. Constantly.

My skin feels tight. Veins glowing. Breasts starting to pulse. Nipples swollen and heavy. I’m starting to taste sweetness on my tongue.

I know it’s coming—milk. Stretch marks. Overflow.

And I can’t wait.

Every day I wake up bigger. Every hour, I feel rounder.

The doctor said I’ll need assisted delivery.

The nurse asked if I planned to freeze the extras.

I told them both:

> “I’m keeping all thirteen.

Maybe fourteen if that shadow on the scan turns out real.”

So yeah. Go ahead and zoom in.

Touch your screen.

Stroke your belly and imagine it’s you.

Because this?

This is what fertility really looks like.

One week down.

Eight weeks to grow.

And I haven’t even leaked yet. 😘

[ilovegrowth]

StretchBerries x PeachyPlumps: “Synergy Hits Different”

Thursday, May 29, 2025 — 10:31 a.m.

Avery stood in front of the mirror, trying to convince herself nothing was happening.

The gummy wrappers were still on the bench behind her—one PeachyPlump, one StretchBerry. She’d taken them half an hour ago. For science. For curiosity. For herself.

She tugged on her jeans and smoothed her black top, expecting disappointment. But when she looked up at the mirror, her breath hitched.

Was her waist… smaller?

No, not smaller—just sharper. Like her body was starting to rearrange itself. Her curves were beginning to pop, ever so subtly, like the start of a Photoshop morph. Her posture felt taller. Her breasts tingled—warm and heavy—and the tightness in her jeans was… new.

She bit her lip, tilting her head.

“This is... real.”

She turned, just a little, and gasped. Her ass pushed out further than she remembered, her thighs already filling out the denim with a firm new presence. It felt good. Too good. The stretch in her jeans clung like a second skin, the seams riding higher than usual. She felt full. Pressurized. Like her skin was struggling to contain the heat bubbling beneath.

Then it hit.

A wave of heat rolled through her, starting in her core and flooding outward. She moaned—just softly—as her thighs thickened, hips widening with a delicious pull. She spun around quickly, gripping the wall for balance. Her height was shifting now, steadily pushing her taller as her boots slid up her calves and her knees pulled higher.

She reached down, pressing into her thighs, gasping at the firmness.

By the time she looked up again, she was staring at her reflection in the middle frame of the mirror.

Her ass had exploded in size. Heavy. Juicy. Gloriously round. Her top clung to new breasts that bounced with her every breath, the neckline now resting far too high. Her sleeves tugged around growing arms, her stomach taut but longer. She was visibly taller now, nearly pushing past the doorframe behind her.

“Oh… oh fuck…”

She twisted again, slowly, watching the bounce ripple through her new curves. Her jeans now looked painted on—every inch of fabric taut, screaming against her expanding figure. Her face was flushed, eyes wide, mouth parted as she panted lightly from the effort of growing.

She wasn’t done.

A final shudder gripped her body as her hips gave one last push outward, her ass now dominating the frame in the final image. Her thighs had grown thick enough to touch, rubbing together with every subtle motion. Her back had lengthened. Her legs—so long now—tapered into those same boots, now barely clinging to her expanded calves.

She stood fully grown, panting.

Changed.

Perfect.

Avery couldn’t stop staring.

She looked over her shoulder, admiring the final form the mirror revealed.

“I didn’t just grow,” she whispered. “I became.”

[ilovegrowth]

HungJerky Original Breed + BullBurst + a female using BroodBurst (amongst other products) all goes terribly right. Hope she is fine with breaking a couple records during her pregnancy

"He Ate the Jerky. I Took the Gummies. Now I’m Carrying a Record-Breaking Brood…"

Confession Body:

I was already a MilkyMama girl. Already big. Already dripping.

But then he wanted to “keep up.” You know how it goes. One stick of HungJerky: Original Breed turned into four. And he loved how hard, how thick, how virile it made him. Then he tried BullBurst.

…I didn’t mean to take BroodBurst. I was already using BloomEase: Seeded and a Quickening patch. I just wanted to feel closer to him. To bond. To let his… load do its thing.

It did.

He bred me so hard I swear I felt the eggs multiply. Like his cum was coding me, rewriting my womb to house something bigger, stronger, more.

I woke up the next morning with my stomach already swollen. Not bloated—pregnant. Five weeks in. Overnight.

By the next day? My belly was round. Rock-hard. Tight. Veins tracing across it. The doctors scanned me.

I’m carrying five. All of them boys. All of them measuring two weeks ahead of where they should be. They said my hormone levels are “unprecedented.”

They tried to put me on bedrest. Told me I’d likely grow faster than my organs could adapt.

I told them to shove it.

I’ve been eating like crazy. I need to. I’m constantly horny, my breasts ache 24/7, I leak if I so much as cough. He fucks me every night, careful with my belly—but deep.

And every time he fills me, I swear I grow.

We’re only at Week 4. They say by Week 6, I might beat the Guinness record for largest belly circumference during pregnancy. And we’re only halfway.

I don’t care. I’m breaking every record I can.

I was made to carry this brood.

—u/BreedingBloomBabe

[ilovegrowth]

#Bloomed #6

Guess what’s in the mug?

That’s right—me. I’ve started bottling my milk. I can’t drink coffee without it anymore.

Week 3. No signs of stopping. Honestly? I hope it never stops.

[ilovegrowth]

#Bloomed #5

[ilovegrowth]

Hi. Big fan of the blog, although there is a lot to catch up on.

Is there a change you might add a female muscle product? It’s okay if you’re not into that.

Hopefully you get caught up fairly quick!

And most likely in the following weeks to come. I have a couple of ideas already planned, but there is no reason there can't be something for muscle growth! Thinking of a protein powder for both men and women. Who knows, maybe @bloom-wellness-group isn't even the ones who make it? 👀

[ilovegrowth]

BloomEase: Two Week Check-Up

Bloomverse Timeline: May 29th, 2025

The paper beneath her crinkled softly as she shifted on the exam table, the cool surface doing nothing to soothe the persistent warmth radiating from deep inside her belly. She ran a hand gently along the front of her high-waisted leggings, marveling at the subtle swell that had blossomed seemingly overnight. Two weeks ago, she hadn’t even missed her period yet. Now, her lower abdomen felt heavier, fuller—pregnant. Visibly so.

Her breasts had started tingling first. Just two days after taking her first BloomEase: Quickening gummy, they’d grown denser, warmer, like they were filling from the inside out. Now her sports bra fit snug, nipples more sensitive than she remembered. Her skin had a faint glow to it, flushed and healthy like she'd spent a week at a spa. Even her thighs felt softer, subtly plumper when she squeezed them together on the table. Everything was changing. Fast.

The doctor walked in and paused, glancing at her chart before doing a double-take. "Wow," he blinked. "You look about… two months along already?"

She smiled, rubbing slow circles over the small swell beneath her navel.

"Nope," she said softly. "I’m just two weeks."

The doctor blinked again, not sure whether to question her or the science. But her body said enough. She felt it—her uterus working overtime, her hormones practically humming. The gummy was doing exactly what it promised: accelerating her pregnancy tenfold. And as she sat there, still warm, still swelling... she knew this was only the beginning.

[ilovegrowth]

Bloomed #4

“I was already stacked. Now I’ve got the height to match.”

“StretchBerries didn’t change my curves—just made sure the world could see all of them.

[ilovegrowth]

Story Title: “Adapt or Stare: Life After the Curvequake”

Bloomverse Timeline — Day 39 (Thursday, May 22, 2025)

Excerpt from a lifestyle op-ed published in The Atlantic Verge digital magazine

By: Maya Delrue (Culture Critic & Social Behavior Analyst)

Timestamp: May 22, 2025 – 2:12 p.m.

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Adapt or Stare: Life After the Curvequake

It started subtly—an extra bounce in a barista’s step, a little more cleavage on campus, a tight squeeze between subway poles—but no one truly saw the Curvequake coming.

That’s the term sociologists are tossing around now, trying to capture the quiet, seismic shift happening across the country as women enhanced by Bloom Wellness products—especially MilkyMama Treats and PeachyPlumps—become not just visible, but dominant.

I don’t mean dominant in the kink-core, black latex way. I mean spatial dominance. Social dominance. Cultural presence. These women are taking up more room—physically, emotionally, and psychologically—and the world is struggling to keep up.

---

At Lincoln Park Café in downtown Chicago, they had to replace the wooden chairs with reinforced steel ones after three PeachyPlump users broke theirs in a single week.

At Colton University, the freshman biology lab requested new aprons with “full bust coverage” after a TA spilled chemicals down her now-massive chest during a dissection.

At Milan Fashion House, emergency meetings are being held after a string of viral runway clips showed models enhanced by MilkyMama straining—gloriously—against once-impossible couture.

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And it’s not just women.

Men are staring longer. Awkwardly. Sometimes obsessively. Entire Reddit threads have emerged dedicated to “learning how to look respectfully,” with questionable success. Meanwhile, other men are flocking to products like HungJerky, desperate to grow fast enough to not feel left behind.

One woman I interviewed, a 27-year-old barista named Elena from Denver, summed it up best:

> “It’s not that we’re just bigger. It’s that we’re the ones being watched now. Always. It’s like the world’s stuck between wanting to fuck us and fearing we’ll sit on them—sometimes both.”

---

There’s a tension in the air. A shift in posture. People aren’t just noticing the enhanced—they’re adjusting around them.

Trains widen their doorways. Clubs reinforce their booths. Yoga studios update their mats and add lactation bins. Bra companies give up entirely and start offering wraparound solutions instead of cup sizes.

We are living in the post-Curvequake world. And the rules are being rewritten by the ones with hips wide enough to break the old ones in half.

---

End Excerpt

This op-ed marks the first in a weekly series examining cultural shifts in the Bloomverse from a human behavior perspective. Next week: “The Lactation Luxe: How Milk Became a Status Symbol.”

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SnackPackz: Daisy's Bursting Growth

(Part 2! Thanks again @daisy-53! Check out Part 1 here! 👇)

The morning light slipped lazily across the dorm floor, but Daisy wasn’t moving.

She lay flat on her back, arms limp at her sides, her tank top riding up to expose the warm dome of her belly. The denim jeans she’d foolishly tried to squeeze into were now on the verge of surrender—zipper bowed, button straining, fabric twitching with every noisy churn deep inside her gut.

Gurgllll… groooan… blorp.

Her stomach was alive. Loud. Constant. It sounded like a storm of digestion echoing just beneath the surface, and it had been bubbling and churning since the moment she’d opened her eyes.

“Jesus,” Daisy murmured, hand splayed across the swell. “I’m still digesting all that?”

Lena knelt beside her, transfixed by the sight. “Your belly’s never quiet, is it?” she whispered, brushing hair from Daisy’s flushed cheek. “It’s like it’s begging for more…”

She leaned down and kissed just above Daisy’s belly button. The moment her lips touched skin, a wet glurp echoed beneath, making her giggle in delight.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, pressing her ear gently to the mound. Groooooan. Glooorrrrk. The symphony inside was rich and deep, like a cauldron of pudding bubbling over.

“You sound like a bakery oven,” Lena said softly, voice dripping with arousal. “Or a five-star kitchen. I could listen to you all day.”

Daisy moaned, thighs shifting. “I can feel it working through everything. It’s… so hot.”

Without another word, Lena reached into her hoodie pocket and pulled out a foil-wrapped gummy—SnackPackz, again. She cradled Daisy’s chin and offered it with a look that made it clear: this was not a request.

“One more,” Lena whispered. “Let’s break those jeans, baby.”

Daisy opened her mouth, trembling, and let Lena feed her.

The gummy melted on her tongue like warm chocolate, thick and creamy. Her belly gurgled even louder now, like it knew what was coming.

The first surge hit her lower gut hard—like a weight dropping inside. The denim waistband clenched tighter.

Lena sat back, one hand on Daisy’s belly. “It’s working. I can feel you getting bigger.”

Then the second surge hit.

Daisy gasped. “Lena—!”

POP.

The button launched across the room like a champagne cork. The zipper burst open, baring Daisy’s overflowing gut as it surged upward and out. Her jeans peeled open like wrapping paper, her soft belly heaving, pulsing, and churning with pleasure.

BLOORP. GLRRM.

“Holy shit,” Daisy panted. “I actually—fuck—I popped them.”

Lena crawled into bed, sliding behind her like she belonged there—because she did. One arm wrapped tightly around Daisy’s swollen belly, fingers sinking into the warm, yielding softness like it was dough begging to be kneaded. Her other hand drifted lower, slipping between Daisy’s plush thighs and nestling beneath them, possessive and patient.

Daisy whimpered, barely able to breathe.

“Mmm…” Lena whispered, her voice now soaked with desire. “You’re not just dessert anymore, babe…”

She pressed a slow kiss to Daisy’s flushed cheek, then let her fingertip glide upward—trailing along the soft underside of her belly until it reached the deep curve of her navel.

Lena teased the edge with slow, hypnotic circles.

“...you’re the whole damn buffet.”

Daisy let out a shuddering breath—but then gasped as Lena’s finger dipped inside, sinking deep into the heat of her belly button, exploring it like a keyhole. The moan that escaped Daisy’s lips was low, long, and needy.

BLORRRRP. GLLK.

Her stomach responded with a gurgle so loud it vibrated against Lena’s hand.

“Oh god,” Daisy groaned. “Lena—what are you doing to me…”

Lena kissed her neck again, her voice barely a whisper against her skin.

“Just appreciating my favorite course.”

[ilovegrowth]

#Bloomed #3

[ilovegrowth]

PeachyPlumps: Small Butt Needy

Bloomverse Timeline – Week 4, Day 26 (Saturday, April 26, 2025).

“So I took PeachyPlumps… and no, I didn’t blow up into some outrageous shelf-ass like half the girls on here.”

She smirked, peeling her shirt off slow, hips swaying just a little extra.

“But my thighs thickened, my hips flared out, and this peach? She got round, tight, and needy.”

She gave her ass a playful slap, glancing back at him over her shoulder.

“It’s not the biggest in the room—but don’t get it twisted. She’s got BIG needs.”

He didn’t say a word—just stepped forward, palms landing heavy on her hips.

“Good,” he growled into her ear. “Because she’s all mine.”

[ilovegrowth]

Bloomverse: Brooke's Slut Awakening

Bloomverse Timeline: Week 6, Day 36

10:42 p.m. – Pre-Party Tease

Brooke lounged on the couch, wearing a tight white crop top, black skirt, and leggings, glasses perched playfully on her nose. She'd always been the girl who blended into the background—soft, slightly pudgy, and unremarkable—but tonight, she'd decided she was done being overlooked.

She pulled three Bloomverse treats from her little black purse—one PeachyPlumps, one SnackPackz, and one MilkyMama Treat. They weren’t secret. She didn’t steal them. She bought them that morning from the campus Bloom Boutique with a sly grin and a plan.

These days, anyone could grow.

Tonight, Brooke wasn’t going to just glow up—she was going to get wrecked.

She glanced across the room at a shy brunette, biting her lip anxiously, and winked.

She popped all three into her mouth with a smug little grin and swallowed them down like a girl who knew exactly what she was about to become.

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11:07 p.m. – The Transformation Begins

It started with her thighs.

The fabric of her leggings groaned, then tore, seams splitting wide as her hips and ass billowed outward with plush, jiggling weight. She gasped, laughing under her breath as her skirt rode up to her waist. She could feel her panties digging in—until they snapped.

Her ass hit the couch hard, massive cheeks claiming cushion after cushion until the frame groaned beneath her.

Her belly followed, swelling from the SnackPackz—pushing outward like she'd swallowed a feast whole. She moaned at the pressure, a greedy, indulgent sound. The waistband of her skirt rolled up into the creases of her new belly, swallowed whole.

Then came her chest—breasts plumping, stretching her top tight until her nipples visibly poked through, dark and firm. Milk began to leak in slow, lazy dribbles.

Someone dropped a cup.

"Oh my god, she's growing," someone whispered.

Brooke didn’t bother to hide it. She wanted their eyes. She leaned back, letting her belly settle, breasts drip, her thighs spread across the couch until there was no room left for anyone else.

The couch snapped.

She fell to the floor in a wet, jiggling heap of flesh, giggling, dripping, and absolutely throbbing.

She turned to the brunette watching wide-eyed and breathless.

"Do I look like I need saving? Or do you want to watch me be used?"

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11:21 p.m. – Claimed

Three guys came at once.

One dove for her breasts, licking up the sweet milk already pouring down her shirt.

Another grabbed her hips, now nearly the width of the couch itself, and buried his face between her thighs.

The third stood in front of her, cock already out, and Brooke smiled like it was her favorite treat of the night. She wrapped her lips around him without hesitation, moaning as she sucked deep, heavy tits jiggling against her belly.

They didn’t ask. They didn’t need to. Brooke wanted this. Needed it.

She bounced, jiggled, leaked—body overwhelmed, senses overloaded, soaked in milk and lust. She moaned obscenely around the cock in her mouth, belly gurgling as it digested the SnackPackz. Every inch of her begged to be stuffed, filled, claimed.

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned between thrusts. “Treat me like your cum dump—I deserve it.”

The shy girl watching trembled, thighs pressed together. Brooke winked.

"You’re next, sweetheart."

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11:44 p.m. – Piled On

The men were sweating. Brooke was dripping. The floor was soaked in milk, sweat, and spit.

One cock in her pussy, another buried in her fattened ass, and a third down her throat—Brooke was in heaven. A thick, bouncing goddess being fucked from every angle, her growing body used like a toy too soft to resist.

And still, she wanted more.

Milk sprayed from her tits as she bounced.

Her moans were loud, shameless, begging them to ruin her. “Fill me. All of you. Don’t stop until I’m overflowing.”

But the men were flagging. She could feel it—their breathing ragged, thrusts growing sloppy, muscles giving out under the weight of her curves.

Panic flickered in their eyes. They weren’t going to last. Not with her.

Desperate, one of them ripped into his jacket pocket and pulled out a stick of HungJerky: Savage Size.

“Fuck, we need help,” he gasped.

The others followed, yanking open the foil wrappers like starving men reaching for lifelines.

Brooke paused—smirked.

“That’s right. Grow for me. Try to keep up.”

They bit in unison. Within moments, their cocks pulsed larger, swelling rapidly, their eyes glazing as the Savage Size took hold.

Brooke moaned loud enough to shake the walls.

“Yes—ruin me.”

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12:08 a.m. – Overflow

The pace grew brutal.

Brooke’s body bounced violently between them—her throat stuffed, ass stretched, pussy squelching wetly with every thrust. She choked around the cock in her mouth as the man in front of her grunted, holding her by the hair as he came hard, shooting thick down her throat. She coughed, eyes rolling, sucking harder.

Behind her, the second guy slammed into her ass, hips smacking against her overflowing cheeks. His groan was guttural as he emptied inside her, cock twitching with every pump until Brooke felt it spill back out, hot and thick.

The third—pinned beneath her, crushed under her jiggling belly and tits—wrapped his arms tight around her.

Brooke gasped as she felt it—his orgasm shooting deep inside her soaked pussy, her belly tightening instantly, the sensation filling her from the inside. Her stomach gurgled audibly, pulsing with pleasure.

All three were panting, twitching, drained.

Brooke lay there in a puddle of milk and cum, fucked senseless, full and satisfied.

She laughed softly. "Hope you saved some for round two."

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12:18 a.m. – The Next Volunteer

The shy girl was standing at the edge of the ruined floor, her breath shallow. In her hand? A single PeachyPlumps gummy.

Brooke saw her. Licked her lips.

"Good girl," she purred, tits still leaking down her sides. "Come make a mess with me."

And the girl stepped forward.

The night wasn’t over. It was just beginning.

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