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[localboobsenjoyer]

Your wife finally called you. The procedure was finally complete. You pass the bedroom. The two girls lay on the bed, blissfully unaware of what just happened. By conventional standards, they are still both extremely attractive. They are still very tall with slender, long legs, above-average hips, tiny waists, and sufficient breasts. They still retain the perkiness. Of course their size is but a shadow of their former selves. While before they both needed a new custom bra every 2 months to keep up with their growth, now they were barely a C cup, and they are both unable to produce the milk that once leaked at the minimum stimulation.

Your wife was right by the door with a towering figure. Her breast dominated her figure, being even bigger than the two girls combined. You have no idea what size they could be, but her tits stand proud and perky without any help despite their massive size. Her waist had remained the same, so the contrast with her now massive boobs was astonishing and extremely hot, putting to shame even the hottest big-breasted girl on the internet. And then there was the other thing that she took. The milk. As you got closer, her pink nipples immediately started leaking a steady stream of milk. Neither you nor she was touching her boobs; it seems like they had a mind of their own (it wouldn't be impossible; the size is there), and they were happy to see you, so they welcomed you with some heavenly milk. You tried to think about something to say, but words weren't needed. She happily trotted towards the bed, and you hastily followed her. You drank her milk for what felt like hours, but she was still going strong, and her boobs seemed even bigger than before

[localboobsenjoyer]

Breast boss 2

This ending for Breast Boss has been written by the great jorgetk9. Go follow him on DeviantArt; he writes many stories of this caliber on his page.

Stacey had become an overpowering presence since her body "adapted" to the demands of the company. She walked the halls like an untouchable goddess, each step resonating with an authority that made other women flinch. Their glances, filled with envy or fear, faded at the superiority she exuded. Not only had she kept her position; her promotion to head of the women's department had made her the driving force of the company. Her area surpassed any other in efficiency, a testament to her absolute dominance. Every time she approached your office in human resources, bringing reports she could have delegated to any subordinate, the air became thick, charged with an almost palpable energy. Her breasts, now doubled in size thanks to that girl's mysterious "donation," challenged the strength of her new tight dress. The fabric, designed to contain her, dug deep into her cleavage, and with each passing week, she seemed to be losing the battle. The edges of the dress stretched to the limit, revealing the taut skin that spilled over the sides, while the contours of her curves seemed to redefine the laws of physics.

"Here's the report," she said in a velvety voice, placing the papers on your desk as her arm deliberately brushed against one of her colossal breasts, sending a ripple of movement through the taut fabric. She adopted a dominant pose, hands on her hips, further emphasizing her figure. "So, do you have what I asked for?" Her tone was a mix of command and seduction, impossible to ignore.

You made a superhuman effort to maintain your composure, but your eyes surrendered to the sight of her cleavage. Stacey, fully aware of her power, seemed to enjoy every glance. Her breasts, enhanced by the tight-fitting dress policy, were a masterpiece you couldn't help but admire. "They look... even fuller than last week," you managed, struggling to maintain a minimum of professionalism.

She let out a low, almost feline laugh. "Oh, they are. And I'm fascinated by them." His hands slowly moved up to her breasts, squeezing them with a calculated pressure that made the fabric creak and a soft moan escape her lips, echoing sensually in the office. "I didn't just inherit her size and sensitivity. Also her growth potential. This," he said, moving her bust with a hypnotic sway, "will continue to grow for a couple more years." The fabric of her dress, on the verge of collapse, revealed taut, smooth skin that seemed to vibrate with new energy. "Now, back to business. Is she here?" he asked, his voice laden with dark complicity.

"Yes... she's about to come in," you replied, just as the door opened. A 21-year-old woman entered, her tight dress highlighting a voluptuous figure: large breasts, though nowhere near the splendor of Stacey's, wide hips, and robust thighs, marked by recent motherhood. "Excuse me, you told me to come here at this time for the interview," she murmured, clearly intimidated by Stacey's commanding presence.

"I'll interview you," Stacey announced, her smile sharp as a knife. After a series of routine questions, her tone changed, becoming more pointed. "And are you a mother?" she asked, staring at the girl like a predator assessing its prey.

"Yes, ma'am... but that doesn't affect my performance," the young woman replied nervously. Suddenly, her blouse began to dampen, dark stains spreading across the fabric. "No, not again," she moaned, covering herself with her hands in embarrassment.

"Even better," Stacey whispered, her eyes glowing with an almost supernatural hunger. "You'd better turn around," she ordered with an authority that brooked no argument. You obeyed instantly.

A blinding flash lit up the office, followed by a guttural moan that seemed to come from deep within Stacey. The unmistakable sound of ripping fabric filled the air, accompanied by a crackling that seemed to defy reality itself. When you turned, the sight took your breath away. Stacey was in ecstasy, one hand instinctively sliding to her crotch as her body transformed before your eyes. Her already monumental breasts grew at least four sizes, snapping the straps of her dress like they were fragile threads. The fabric gave way completely, releasing a pair of swollen, perfectly round breasts that continued to expand with every second. Her skin, taut and glistening, throbbed with an almost palpable energy, while subtle veins began to outline beneath the surface, pulsing as if fueling her massive growth. Her areolas widened, their pinkness darkening to a deeper, almost hypnotic hue, while her nipples thickened to the thickness of quarters, erect and quivering.

But it wasn't just her bust. Her hips, already generous, widened even further, taking on a maternal curve that seemed designed to seduce and dominate. The fabric of the dress, unable to contain them, tore at the side seams, revealing soft, smooth skin that expanded with every movement. Her thighs, now thicker and more robust, tensed beneath the dress, tearing at the lower seams until the fabric was in tatters. Every inch of her body seemed to absorb a primal energy, a "milf" force that transformed her into a figure of fertility and power. Her hips swayed with a hypnotic cadence, as if each new inch of flesh were imbued with a maternal sensuality that made her even more irresistible.

Then her nipples began to quiver, and tiny white drops oozed out, sliding down the curve of her breasts. Lactation wasn't just a detail; it was a manifestation of her new essence. The veins pulsing beneath her skin seemed to stimulate a milk production that grew with every second, her bust swelling even more, as if designed to nourish and dominate. With a final moan, Stacey threw her head back, and a burst of breast milk shot out, spraying your face with unexpected warmth. The liquid, sweet and thick, enveloped your senses. Instinctively, you ran a finger down your cheek and tasted it, marveling at its intoxicating sweetness, as if each drop contained the very essence of the maternal energy Stacey had absorbed. You turned toward the now open door and heard the sobs of the young woman being interviewed as she fled, her figure diminished, as if drained of more than just her presence. The door closed on its own, and your eyes returned to Stacey. Her breasts, hips, and thighs, now even more voluptuous, had destroyed what was left of the dress. Drops of milk continued to slide down her skin, leaving a glistening trail that seemed to highlight each new curve. "Just what I wanted," she said, still flushed from the ecstasy of the transformation, her voice thick with triumph. "I'll keep growing for a couple more years, and this milk flow... it's only going to increase." Her words were infused with fierce pride, as if her body were a trophy of her newfound power.

Suddenly, her eyes fixed on you, glowing with an intensity that made you shudder. "You know, this milf energy I absorbed... it's awakened something in me," she said, her voice low and thick with desire. "I have an overwhelming urge to breastfeed, to share this with someone who will appreciate it." She pulled out one of her breasts, the nipple dripping with a white pearl that slid slowly over her skin. She moved closer, leaning down until her bust was inches from your face, and winked. "What do you say?"

You couldn't resist. You lunged at her, your lips finding her nipple as you suckled with an almost desperate intensity. The sweet, warm taste of her milk flooded your mouth, each swallow intensifying the connection to the maternal energy that now defined Stacey. She moaned, her hands caressing your head as her body trembled with pleasure, her hips rocking slightly as if breastfeeding unleashed waves of ecstasy. Her thighs, now thicker and more powerful, tensed with each spasm, and her breasts seemed to swell even more, responding to your fervor with a steady flow of milk that enveloped you in its warmth. Stacey didn't just feed you; she dominated you, her new maternal essence transforming her into a figure of absolute power.

End.

[localboobsenjoyer]

"Honey, we need to go. I feel something wrong." As you looked at your girlfriend and the rest of the cafe, you raised an objection: "But we just got here. There are still many girls to drain of their bust. And the food is actually good for once." "That's the reason. I might actually want to come back here, but I think I'm about to make a mess. Apparently I can drain something else other than size." Saying so, your girlfriend took out her sizable bosom. She wore no bra because she didn't need it, so you could easily see that her breasts were only marginally bigger than before. But the real kicker was another one. Milk. Her puffy nipples were heavily leaking a slow and steady stream of milk. "It seems that one of the girls in here is lactating. I hope that I'm stealing from a fetish content creator and not an actual mother. That said, let's go. I'll let you drink from them when we arrive at home." Having said that, she cupped her breasts with her hands, notably increasing the flow of milk. You were, of course, hard as a rock, so you drove home as fast as you could, where an afternoon of milk was waiting for you.

[localboobsenjoyer]

Look at your wife. In her wedding "dress," it was mostly a veil and shoes, but nothing else fit, so you roll with it. It was your wedding after all, and if her boobs are so big that no dress fits, it's society's fault. She was already so big before knowing, but she has grown so much since you got together. Boobs so big and full that no other person could call herself busty next to her. An ass almost as big as her bosom and a waist so tiny that she looked like a hentai character completed her figure. You were so frozen looking at her that you didn't notice her waving to come to her. "Honey, today I've made me the happiest woman on earth, and now it's time for me to pay you back. Yes, exactly. This body of a goddess isn't everything, neither is the fact that I will most likely perpetually grow. My final gift to you is this." In that precise instant her big nipples started leaking a steady stream of pure white milk, without any stimulation, like it was the most normal thing on earth. "I know that you always had a lactation fetish, so here we are. I've prepared it specifically for you. And don't worry, it's never going to end. The more you drink it, the more my boobs will grow and the more milk they will store. Now drink away, honey. It's your turn to be the happiest person in the universe.

[localboobsenjoyer]

After 20-something minutes, you finally managed to find Maya. Her already massive breasts were even bigger than usual. Somehow completely spherical, super perky, firm, and soft at the same time. You could literally drown in them. Obviously she was heavily lactating. Both of her gigantic boobs were letting out a steady stream of pristine milk, even without any stimulation. "Sorry, master. This used to be superfluous during the war, but now I need to take regular breaks to drain the excessive mana stored in my breast. When magic was constantly needed, it was easy to manage them, but now it has become a chore. Even the money from the milkmana potion isn't enough to make me appreciate this process." "Milkmana potions," you thought everyone in the realm use them. "Are you telling me that some of the potions contain your breast milk?" you asked, flabbergasted, after some thinking. "Yes," she responded almost proudly while her boobs kept lactating minutes into the conversation. Their stream didn't seem interested in slowing down, nor was their size interested in shrinking. "All of them, actually." The realm would be lost without me. My boobs must be the most valuable asset in the whole world, able to sustain thousands of magic users. That's why, despite everything, I still love them and take great care so that they can keep on growing and helping more people."

[localboobsenjoyer]

"Here, happy now? I am bigger, obviously. You small-town girl always think that you will be the new me because you are the biggest in your city, but each time you get humiliated. You don't need to worry, though; it's not a fair fight since my boobs are almost played with almost 24/7 since I'm the big-boobs porn star of the moment, and all that action is certainly making them bigger. You are still quite big, however, so maybe you could make some good money on OnlyFans. You will never join the big leagues, but they are not for everyone." Your prey was so busy yapping about herself that she didn't notice how her famous breasts were quickly dwindling in size. What was probably an M cup was already reduced to a barely serviceable D cup, and you weren't done. You wouldn't have left until she was completely and absolutely flat. Unfortunately, she wouldn't remember anything after the steal was complete: you will end up being the big league porn star, while I would just be a random fan.

Once you were done, you were sporting the biggest breasts you had ever seen. You must be at least a Q cup. They were really sensitive (probably a byproduct of the recent growth, but you hoped that it would last). What your now completely drained fan was saying about them growing bigger when being played was probably true. They already looked bigger after just a few minutes of playing and inspection. You had the flat nobody removed, and you spent all night cumming just by playing with your tits and thinking about your new life.

[localboobsenjoyer]

"Come on, hubby, we are almost there. We just need to pass this park, and we are home." "What could possibly go wrong?" "That's it," you thought. Your wife jinxed it. Everything could go wrong. A minute had yet to pass, and you could already see the failure point. Not far from you, there was the retired porn star that lived in your city. She was known for her big breasts, a trait that she hadn't lost despite her no longer practicing. Obviously she was smaller than your wife, but who wasn't? While you find the thought that you married the girl with possibly the biggest breasts in the world very arousing, it was nothing compared to the effect it had on her. Coupled with the fact that she probably hadn't milked herself all morning and things could go real south real fast. You had just finished thinking about that when you felt your wife slowing down. "Look, honey," she said, pointing at the busty lady. She is so small. She must be a puny H cup. My S-cup breast would completely destroy her bra, while she would drown in mine, not that I need to wear one, but you get the point. While your wife was basically having an orgasm, you could see 2 wet spots rapidly growing bigger in correspondence with her nipples. Her already tight dress ripped apart, becoming completely incapable of containing her massively growing breasts, while her nipples leaked tons of milk. You need all the composure in your body to remain calm. "Come this way, honey. Let's go somewhere more private." She didn't offer any resistance. She was in a blissful state, having cummed many times just by knowing that she was the bustiest. You had to drain all the excessive milk for hours before you could even think to be able to go back home.

[localboobsenjoyer]

Your tomboy best friend was just diagnosed with macromastia

Robin's playing grew more and more frustrated by the second until she was slamming her fingers down on the buttons, squeezing the grip on the controller until her knuckles turned white and her arms shook. The quaking in her arms translated through her body, sending her oversized breasts sloshing, which only made her angrier. Her jaw set, clenched tight, until finally letting out a frustrated groan and throwing the controller down onto the bed next to her. Her body seemed to deflate as she put her head in her hands. A few tense seconds passed before you reached out to try and-

"This is so fucking ridiculous! Why the fuck- I just can't- URGH!" The entire bed jumped as her fists slammed against them, turning towards you with enough speed to startle you. "What kind of fucking disease is macromastia? I mean come the fuck on! A big titty disease?! It's just so fucking stupid."

A few stammered syllables slip out of you, trying and failing to be comforting, but her rage just won't be stopped. "I mean, it's bad enough I had to quit soccer because of these fucking things, now they're just gonna keep growing forever?!" Robin thrust her chest forward, pointing to the massive breasts that hung there. They were each slightly larger than her head and they're all the more impressive in that they hadn't existed at all when the two of you met a year ago.

She had been flat as a board back then but, within a few months, they suddenly began growing. Robin was never one for half-measures, making her a ruthless competitor, and apparently her body shared the philosophy. She just couldn't keep up with the surging size, pushing through bra sizes faster than she could buy them. Even when she tried to be proactive, buying a bra in a bigger size before she needed it, it would only fit correctly for a week or two before it became obscenely ill fitting. She put up with it for as long as she could, but once she outgrew the sizes at the only specialty store in town, she had to get checked out.

Robin threw herself down on the bed, flailing her arms in the long sleeves of her sweater. Every little movement made her breasts slosh on top of her, wobbling out of control before settling a few minutes later. Even the dramatic sigh that rushed out of her had them jiggling slightly. "It's just... I know the diagnosis doesn't change anything, but, like... They're just going to keep growing forever, you know? They're already ginormous, but to think that they could double in size from here? Maybe even triple? And then still keep going? It just seems... absurd..."

Her complaints trailed off as she turned her head to look at you, her big brown eyes scanning your face. The intensity of her gaze had you blushing, folding in on yourself slightly. Like a cat hunting its prey, she suddenly turned over, crawling on her hands and knees towards you. Her narrow eyes were unblinking, but yours couldn't help flicking down to watch her breasts sway back and forth beneath her torso. Within moments, she was practically on top of you, studying your face from mere inches away. You could hear your heartbeat thunder in your ears.

Robin gasped.

Her eyes shot open.

"Oh my god...

"You're turned on right now, aren't you?"

You thought you had been hiding it so well, but Robin doesn't even give you time to deny it. "You fucking are! What, does it turn you on to think about my huge boobies swelling up, growing bigger and r-rounder and mmf! heavier!" You couldn't fight the blush that rushed into your cheeks, especially with her so close that you could feel the warmth of her gigantic breasts radiating into your arm. A single hand pushed against your chest and the room blurred around you, forced down onto the bed as Robin moved to straddle you. She bit her lip and rolled her eyes, squeezing her tits. She channeled the over-the-top acting she had seen over countless hours of porn, throwing her head back and raising her voice half an octave. "Oh, god, don't look! My breasts! They're aaahhnn~ they're getting so biiiig!"

As her eyes came back down and meet yours, you shared a moment of tension between you, her heart caught in her throat. Her hands still held her breasts tightly, making them bulge even more between her fingers. After a long, long second, she managed to force out a laugh. "Pfft, man, you should see the look on your fucking face. You're so easy. Maybe getting gigantic, infinitely growing cow udders won't be so bad after all." In all the times that Robin has punched your shoulder, you had never seen her hold back until now, the impact a far cry from the bruisers she usually hit your with. Her hands shook as she picked up the controller again, tucking her hair behind her ear. For a moment, you were almost sure she was blushing, too.

Maybe she was right. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

[localboobsenjoyer]

"Come on, show them to me, please. I'm not some man; I will be respectful. Look, if it does make you more comfortable, I can show them first, not that I have much to offer, but I think you're accustomed to having the biggest boobs in the room." You said, revealing your slender but rather curveless figure.

You weren't ugly, but you lacked that oomph that you needed to have the hourglass shape of your dream. It had been hard, but you finally found a lesbian with big tits that was free and available for a date with you. She was terrible, and while this made it harder for her to open up (both literally and physically), it had made it much more enjoyable, like if you were the hunter and she were the prey. "Okay, but be gentle. Since I'm still growing, I'm super sensitive." She said with a sliver of voice, removing her top.

She wasn't wearing a bra. And why would she? Her perfect breasts didn't need any support. They looked even bigger now that they were free. "Still growing?" You asked without ever losing eye contact with her prized bosom. "Aren't you like 25 or something?" "I am. But women in our family tend to grow for a very long time. I'm actually quite small compared to my mother, my sisters, and my cousins." "That's very interesting," you thought. "I might pay them a visit after I'm done with her." Meanwhile, your hands were working their magic. The poor girl was having the time of her life, with her boobs being played masterfully, and was trying (poorly) to not moan constantly. Now that her defenses were down, you started working your actual magic. You slowly began to siphon away her magnificent breast. A cup size is hardly noticeable when you are as busty as her, but soon it was way more. Her mind was too filled with pleasure to notice that she was probably smaller than when she was 12.

Once you finished, you both climaxed, and she passed out. After a quick check in the mirror, you quickly prepare to leave. It's better to not be present when they wake up.

For her in particular, it would be devastating since you end up quite a bit bigger than her. She was right after all; she indeed had some more years of growth.

[localboobsenjoyer]

Nick's jaw hung open as he watched his date down her third beer. In his heady college days, he had been known to throw back a beer or two, but Erin's tenacity rivaled even the most besotted and liver-ruined of frat boys. When she tipped the beer back, she didn't stop, taking large gulps to pull the intoxicating liquid down her throat.

But that wasn't the only reason Nick was in awe.

His eyes flicked back and forth between the rapidly emptying mug and Erin's chest. He had noticed her shirt was particularly tight after her first beer, tighter by the second. Now, as she hastily swallowed, he couldn't deny his own eyes, watching as her breasts swelled in front of him. She hadn't been particularly well-endowed when they arrived, her clothes fitted for a modest but very much present B-cup bust. After two rounds of growth and well into the third, her clothes struggled and strained to hold back her burgeoning tits. The clasp of her bra creaked as the metal hooks bent, clinging to dear life as they made every effort to keep together. The seams of her shirt groaned as the fabric was pulled taut and then tighter still, the stitching stretched its limits. It didn't help that, as Erin drank more and more of the intoxicating, enhancing liquid, she tilted her head back, her chest stuck out, making her breasts even more obvious. Nick couldn't tell if Erin was even aware of her growth, though the fact that her nipples were clearly stiff beneath her clothes at least indicated she was feeling some kind of excitement.

Ping!

Just as she finished the last few drops, the clasp finally gave way. With the pressure relieved, her breasts surged forward, suddenly seeming to grow even larger as they freed themselves from the confines of the ruined garment. Nick swallowed, his hands twitching, his mind rushing to imagine what it would feel like to have those massive, swollen, head-dwarfing breasts in his grip, squishing against his palms, bulging out between his fingers.

He jumped as Erin slammed her empty mug on the table, turning to look at him. A drunken grin sat giddy on her lips, her eyes a bit glassed over but still managing to maintain focus on him. She licked her lips and leaned forward, her breasts bulging as she squished them against the top of the table.

"Whaddya say, babe? 'Nother round?"

Nick just swallowed, Erin erupting in a fit of giggles. She rose up out of her chair, nearly slipping, making her breasts bounce as she caught herself. More wobbling shook her chest as she raised her hand and attempted to flag down the waiter. Nick didn't know how much Erin could drink, but he was eager to find out.

[localboobsenjoyer]

[localboobsenjoyer]

In retrospect, the day Katarina discovered she had a praise kink was the best day of her life.

He wasn’t even being subtle about it anymore.

“You’re such a good cow…you’re making so much milk…”

The words cut deep into her psyche, and she couldn’t do much except moan helplessly, deft hands drawing out white spurts with every practiced squeeze.

She clutched his wrist, squeezing hard. Katarina was going to have an orgasm, right there in her office.

……

It had started with what might be considered workplace harassment.

“You’ve got great boobs.”

Said in a joking manner, as they talked in the break room. She should have been offended.

Why did her thoughts keep coming back to it? Does she have great boobs?

The next day she wore a blouse that showed off more. Two inches of cleavage, tastefully revealed by one opened button.

She’d waited anxiously by the water cooler. Biting her lip and leaning forward slightly. Conversation proceeded as normal.

Well? Wasn’t he going to say something?

Katarina didn’t understand why, but she had a deep, obsessive need to be recognized. To be wanted.

She finally had to force it.

“Well…is there anything you notice…about my chest?” Normally she’d be confident, but the idea of being praised again felt…electric. Her heart was beating fast, eyes searching for acceptance.

“They look fantastic. Have you gotten bigger lately?”

Katarina spent the rest of the day researching breast growth. She knew she was slipping and didn’t care.

……

The beautiful blonde sat at her desk, pulling a ruined bra from under her blouse.

She hadn’t expected the everything to work this well…

Pills. Creams. Audio tapes. It seemed like every time Katarina’s bust was complimented, she had to add something else.

Full, thick nipples fit nicely between her fingers, sending little jolts of pleasure into her whenever they were flicked.

Her eyes moved to the unfinished pile of work on her desk. The stretched out bra discarded across one corner.

Was it worth it? She was always horny, never satisfied, chasing her next fix…was she going to lose her job?

Katarina sighed, fingers circling her areolae as she began another massage.

She was so big! She simply couldn’t get over it. Her breasts were the size of soft cantaloupes, completely overfilling her hands, each capped with a fat nipple. The darkening areolae and the sensitivity made them seem incredibly suckab-

Katarina looked up into the eyes of her co-worker.

“Oh my god! You’re…enormous!”

Her focus seemed to narrow to a point, exhaling slowly as she could feel herself getting wet.

She didn’t let go of her nipples.

[localboobsenjoyer]

Breast boss part 1

"What do you mean I'm fired? I've been here for the last 5 years, and productivity has steadily increased since I was hired to boost morale." Is it because of the new girl?" Asked angrily Stacey, the secretary that you had been asked to fire. She wasn't there for her skill at her job but rather for her incredible boobs. They looked awesome in the tight dress that she was forced to wear by company policy, and the first few years they even steadily kept growing. But recently that growth had dried up. That's when the new girl showed up. She was just 19 but her boobs were as big as Stacey's, and they looked almost a cup size bigger in 2 weeks between the two interviews she had.

"Indeed it is. I hope that you understand; you fulfilled your role, and now you've been replaced by a newer, superior model. It's strictly business. I'm sure that there are many other openings for people with your talents in smaller companies." You responded professionally. "Good, that's fixable," answered coldly, Stacy. After a few seconds, you heard a visceral scream of fear coming from the office.

You turn around to understand what happened, but you heard a weird sound coming from where Stacey was, like something textile ripping. She then let out an extremely sexy moan. You turn again, and you couldn't believe your eyes. Stacey's already impressive chest had grown massively, destroying her tight dress, and was now again free right in front of you. "Hanging" was actually not the right word since they were anything but sagging. Despite their new and improved size, their shape stayed unmatched. A perfect pair of soft but firm, round, and, most of all, massive boobs.

" Next time hire someone that has milk; I would like to start having some lactation going. I suppose that I'm no longer fired, and I am instead promoted to accommodate the new things that I bring to the table to the business. I would also need a new wardrobe on the society payroll since it's integral to my job. And please fire the new useless flat secretary you hired to "replace me."". For some reason you couldn't do anything but agree with her; she might as well be the new CEO of the company now.

[localboobsenjoyer]

My husband once asked me, "What do you normally do when I'm gone?" I instinctively answer, "Oh, lots of things. I'm full of hobbies," and he replied,Good, because I was starting to feel a bit guilty leaving you home for so many hours while I'm at work." But what I really wanted to say was, "I wait for you to come back and milk me.". Just now, even thinking about him is enough to make boobs grow a bit bigger and leak some milk without any stimulation.

[localboobsenjoyer]

"And these are all the games where I worked as a body double for the protagonist. You know when they need a bit more oomph. Too bad that recently they have been reducing the size of my boobs more and more." You looked puzzled at your date. She was cute, of course, and had a sexy body, but she was pretty flat. No way, she was the body double for those games where the protagonists have massive tits. Probably because she caught your confusion, she added, "Oh my god, sorry. I'm still in my incognito form. You know I love them, but they can be quite unwieldy."

As she was saying that you could see her breasts quickly growing in size, her shirt becoming tighter and tighter and her now rock hard nipples almost tearing throw her clothes. In just a few seconds, they were way past even the biggest breast of the heroines of the games. Finally, her shirt gave up ripping apart and letting her marvelous breast bounce free. They were bigger than anything you had ever seen. "So was I right? Am I the biggest of them all." You couldn't even formulate a cohesive thought in front of these magnificent breasts. Their shape was perfectly round and despite their massive size they were super perky. You instinctively reach out to them to feel them. They were so soft, your hand sinking in like butter. "Yeah they tend to have that effect on people" she said playfully. "You can play with them for how much you like, they are super sensitive, so I will enjoy it too."

[localboobsenjoyer]

"So what do we think of this outfit?" Asked your girlfriend, she was so beautiful that everything looked good on her, so you casually answered that it was good. But then you noticed that her pink top was basically see-through, and she wasn't wearing a bra, so her massive boobs were on full display for everyone to see. While you liked to parade your beautiful wife around with her massive still-growing boobs, this was over the line. "We think that this is a bit too much, honey. Don't you have something less revealing or at least a bra?" "This is the only thing that kind of fits, at least until the next growth spurt, and I have no bras left that fit," she answered, caressing her oversized bosom. She did offer a compelling argument. She has grown a lot in the past months, and they looked gorgeous even without a bra. "Ok, you're let's go." "Yippee!" she said, jumping joyously, her boobs nearly falling out of her struggling top. After a brief moment of joy, however, her expression changed. "Oops. Maybe I shouldn't have done that." Why do you say…" You were cut short by her top flying in your face. Her massive breast had grown again, even bigger, even rounder than before, destroying the last piece of functional wardrobe she had left. Her boobs, now easily at least 3 sizes bigger than before, were now on full display for you to admire.

"Well, I guess I will have to stay at home now. Come on, I will order some new clothes online, hoping that I will not outgrow them before they arrive. I will meet you in the bedroom; you know how I feel after a growth spurt like that."

[localboobsenjoyer]

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