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What a great view!! 

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may i interest you in my ramblings about my current hyperfixation? you may touch me inappropriately while i do so.

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FREELANCING

So, Gerald was very insistent that I meet with you, and I'm glad to, but I should be clear up front that we don't actually have an opening in my department.

That's okay, Christine. I'm actually not looking for a permanent position. I don't do well with them and neither do the businesses that hire me. I've resolved that my talents are best leveraged on a freelance basis.

Okaaaaaay. I'm even more confused, then. What are you hoping we contract with you to do?

Oh, Gerald already contracted with me using personal funds. I suspect he probably sees you as a rival for promotion, but I try not to get involved with my clients' motivations.

Motivations for what? What did Gerald hire you to do? Why do I feel so... sooo....

That would be my talents kicking in. I really don't have much control over them. It started in college. I meet a woman and I start imagining how they could be better and it just happens. I can try not to, or at least be less misogynistic about it, but it always happens eventually. I never graduated. Four of my professors are now strippers.

OMG! That would be such a fun job!

It would, wouldn't it Krissi?

Do you, like, know how I could even get a job like that?

I actually do know a couple clubs that are hiring.

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The sun was shining. Waves lapped at the sand. Wind wafted gently through the trees and a few birds circled noisily overhead. By all accounts, it was a perfect day at the beach, a perfect day for a swim. Adriana had certainly thought so. She slipped on her bathing suit, tight over her already generous chest, and made her way down to the shore. She flashed her friend a smile, posing as she often did with a pair of peace signs, and dove into the water. It was crisp and clear, cool and bracing. Perfect weather, perfect water, perfect day. Adriana didn't know it at the time, but that would be the last day her bust allowed her to get down to the beach, let alone swim.

In hindsight, she should have had some inkling that this future was already in motion. At the time, she simply chalked up the tightness of her swimsuit, the way her boobs bulged over her top, to bloating or the fact that she hadn't worn the outfit in a while. Both of those things were true, in a sense, but the root of it was that Adriana's boobs had started growing again and, this time, they wouldn't stop.

The growing inadequacy of that bikini top was disguised somewhat by the chance of the seasons. The days got shorter and the temperature dropped. Adriana didn't have a reason to wear it. But her boobs kept growing. Within a few months, the growth became impossible to ignore. Whatever bloating wasn't going away. They only grew. While her old bras put up a valiant fight, even through rips and tears, they couldn't overcome the broken clasps. Adriana was amazed and slightly worried when she was finally measured, forced to come to terms with just how much she had grown over the last few months. Her cup size had nearly doubled, a change made even more worrisome by the fact that the biggest bra sold at the specialty boutique was only two sizes bigger than her new measurements. Within a few more weeks, she would outgrow those, too.

Adriana did everything she could to manage her growing bust. She doubled, sometimes tripled up on sports bra, even though it made her bulge obscenely through every gap her tits could find. The winter months afforded her the flexibility to sweatshirts and heavy jackets, but even those could only contain so much, not to mention that they tended to round out her figure, making her look pregnant or fat instead of merely insanely busty. As it became harder to keep them covered and under control, Adriana began to abandon the outside world. Why go through all that trouble of bringing her ever-growing bust under control just to brave the harsh winter? At least at home, she knew how to navigate. Entering a room one tit at a time so she didn't brush against the doorframes was now a practiced and smooth process. And with how much her boobs covered her body, swallowing up her torso and racing for her lap, she barely needed blankets.

The other thing that kept her home was her increased sensitivity. Adriana had never been an extremely sexual person; if she wasn't dating someone, an orgasm once every other week was more than enough to keep her satisfied. Her gigantic tits changed all of that. Pleasure that she has never imagined coursed through her body at just the slightest touch. Showers turned into hours-long affairs, rubbing and squeezing and kneading her massive tits, her moans echoing off the tile walls. For most people, cold showers would dampen their arousal, but Adriana's stiff and aching nipples were more powerful than that. It didn't take long for Adriana to become hopelessly addicted to the kind of satisfaction that her boobs could give her. By the time the winter cold melted away, her obsession with her own tits had supplanted every other hobby, every other desire. The last moment of hesitation came when hovering over the "buy now" button, but getting a strap-on to fuck her own tits with was the best (and worst) decision she had ever made.

After a year of growth, a year of pleasure, a year of degeneracy in the purest sense of the word, Adriana had been left a shell of her former self. The notification on her phone - Taken one year ago, today! - gave her a subtle twinge of sadness, a brief mourning of the life she lost. It didn't last long, however, as her pleasure-corrupted mind started to churn out fantasies. She'd never make it to the beach again, this she knew, but it was fun to imagine herself overwhelming a bikini, showing off her obscene curves to anyone and everyone around her. Her eyes rolled back and a moan shuddered out of her; maybe she could get someone to help her apply sunscreen...

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"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am mad at you! No, not for the- I actually do love these gigantic tits. God, just look at them! Even in my wildest fantasies, I pictured myself a G cup, at most, and now I have these gargantuan, Alphabet-defying boobs! And the weight, just feeling them hang and slosh on my chest, acting as a constant reminder of how fucking sexy I am? Intoxicating. Divine. Amazing. And the actual growth... The sensation of the growing and expanding, pushing out against my clothes, filling and then overflowing my hand as pleasure wracked my body and wrecked what was left of my mind... Honestly, I wouldn't mind going through it all again! I just... Could you really not have waited until after our trip?! Or at least you could have given me some warning so I could have bought a swimsuit that fits! I've got more sideboob spillage on one side than most women have in their entire busts! And these straps are not going to hold. I suppose I'd be hard pressed to find a bikini that fits tits this gigantic, but at least I could have tried!"

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Taking What’s Hers

Valerie had spent years trying to ignore her bully Chelsea. The lie spreading. The taunts. The way Chelsea could destroy someone’s entire sense of self with nothing more than a well-placed insult and a condescending smirk.

Chelsea had been untouchable. And then, one day, she wasn’t. A car accident wiped her off the map. People mourned. Her sorority sisters mourned. Her numerous boyfriends mourned. But for Valerie, it had been a quiet kind of relief. No more whispers, no more ridicule, no more being treated like less. She was happy to forget Chelsea ever existed.

So why was she standing in Chelsea’s sorority bedroom staring at an open velvet-lined box containing a pair of comically large fake breasts?

“She wore them everyday and no one knew.” Said the voice of Bella, Chelsea’s bestie and second in command at the sorority.

“Wow a narcissist enhanced her image with big fake tits, stop the presses. Also for the record everyone knew they weren’t real.” Valerie said crossing her arms. “Why did you ask me here?”

Bella grinned watching her like a cat watching a wounded bird. “Because Chelsea left these magnificent beauties to you.”

“You’re kidding right? I don’t want anything from her, especially not her douchebag attractors.” Valerie said with a scoff.

Bella laughed. “Relax, these are so much more than just superficial.” She nudged the box closer. “They were the source of her power. Everything about Chelsea, the confidence, the beauty, the way people worshipped her? It wasn’t just her. It was them.”

“Cool, you keep them then, I’m out of here.” Valerie said turning away from the box.

Bella rolled her eyes. “Ugh, don’t be so dramatic. Just try them on? Just for a second? I promise you’ll love it.”

Valerie shook her head. “No.”

Bella’s smirk didn’t falter. “Sorry but Chelsea’s instructions were quite clear.” Then she lunged. Before Valerie could react, Bella slammed the silicone forms against her chest.

A shockwave tore through her body. Her limbs spasmed. A gasp ripped from her throat as the fake tits melted through her top and latched onto her chest. The silicone pulsed, stretching, expanding, merging, not just attaching to her body, but becoming part of it. Valerie trembled, her fingers clawing at her chest, chasing the disappearing seams.

As the last part fused to her body her head snapped back, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull. A whisper curled through the void like smoke. It promised her greatness, power, beauty. But the voice wasn’t unfamiliar. It was Chelsea.

“You always wanted this, didn’t you?” Chelsea purred, curling around her thoughts. “To be admired. To be feared. To be someone worth noticing?”

Her lips burned, plumping into a perfect, glossy pout. Her hair grew, spilling out of her ponytail and down her back in thick, silky waves. Her waist pinched inward, her hips curved outward. Her nails grew longer into an expensive French tip. She tried to resist, tried to hold onto herself, but Chelsea’s voice was everywhere.

“Let me in, babe.” Chelsea whispered. “You don’t have to fight me anymore. Just let go. Let me take over, and I’ll make you everything you were meant to be.”

Valerie’s mind reeled, drowning beneath the weight of Chelsea’s presence. Her limbs felt heavy, her thoughts muddied. She could feel herself slipping, ceding ground, becoming nothing more than a whisper beneath Chelsea’s will.

“That’s right.” Chelsea cooed. “Just let me take over. Soon, you won’t have to think at all. I’ll make you the most powerful, most beautiful bitch on campus. No one will ever ignore you again. You’ll no longer be the victim, you’ll be the bully. Just consider this as me taking what’s mine.”

The words struck like a spark in dry grass. A sudden, violent heat exploded in Valerie’s chest, not fear, not surrender, but something sharper.

Desire. She wanted what Chelsea was selling. She didn’t want to be erased. She didn’t want to be someone’s puppet. She wanted to be the bitch in charge. And why couldn’t she, it was her body after all.

Valerie’s mind snapped back into focus, her will surging like a tidal wave. “No.”

Chelsea’s voice faltered. “What?”

“You don’t get to take this from me. These tits are mine now! This power is mine now! It’s time for a new wicked bitch to be in charge.” Valerie’s smirk curled as she grasped Chelsea’s presence the pathetic ghost lingering in her mind and crushed it. Chelsea screamed inside her head, but it was too late. Valerie devoured her.

The moment Chelsea’s presence shattered, Valerie felt it, an intoxicating rush, a flood of memories, of knowledge, of power. It wasn’t just that Chelsea was gone. She had been absorbed and it felt orgasmic.

Flashes of Chelsea’s life seared through Valerie’s mind, not as distant memories but as if she had lived them. She felt the weight of designer heels clicking against the hallways, the thrill of riding the cock of her rival’s boyfriend. She knew how to tear someone apart with nothing more than a well-placed smirk, how to command attention without saying a single word.

Every secret, every manipulation, every whispered insult Chelsea had ever delivered, it was hers now. The instinct to twist people around her finger, to break them or make them obsess over her, burned beneath her skin like second nature.

Her body understood things it never had before. The slow, deliberate sway of her hips that made men weak. The exact way to tilt her chin to appear both untouchable and irresistible. The effortless precision of a lazy, half lidded gaze that made people beg for her approval.

She didn’t just remember Chelsea’s beauty and seduction aptitude. It was in her bones now. Muscle memory. Innate. Valerie had been reshaped, not just physically but mentally, emotionally. She was sharper, colder, more aware. Better.

She exhaled, a slow, satisfied breath, reveling in the sheer dominance that now pulsed through her as her eyes rolled back to normal.

Bella took a step back, breathless. “Chelsea? Did it work like you thought?”

The name sliced through the air, and something inside Valerie snapped. She could correct Bella. She could laugh and tell her the bitch Chelsea was still dead and she was in charge now.

But where was the fun in that? Chelsea’s name still held sway in the college. With it Valerie could take the sorority, she could have her choice of men, she could make Bella do her bidding.

Well, really she could now do that as herself too but there was something so poetic about taking over the life of a girl who had sought to do the same to her. Poetic and evil, just the way she liked it.

Slowly, she turned to Bella, tilting her head with that perfect, effortless confidence she had seen in Chelsea dozens of times. She licked her lips, then let a slow, wicked smirk spread across them.

“Miss me, bitch?”

Bella gasped, eyes lighting up with something like awe. “Oh my god!” She hugged Valerie like an old friend and for all intents and purposes she was. “You look so hawt in this loser’s body.”

Valerie laughed, smoothing a manicured hand over her now perfect body. “Don’t I just?” It wasn’t a lie or a performance, she was utterly in love with herself.

“I look even better than I did before.” She turned back to the mirror, admiring her beauty, her new magnificently huge tits. The power that now radiated from her. “Don’t you agree?” She asked of Bella that was more of a statement than a question. Bella however nodded enthusiastically.

Chelsea had been a nightmare. A legend. A queen. And now, Valerie was going to be so much worse.

She turned back to Bella, smirking. “Now.” She purred, voice dripping with confidence, “Let’s get out of here, I’m horny and there needs to be a cock between my tits now!”

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You came home to find your girlfriend, the size of your couch, her ass absolutely massive, and you could hear her pants being stretched to the limit. “Hey, bb,” she let out between gasps of what sounded like pleasure, “I found those pictures you have saved on your computer in that ‘secret’ folder, well,” she giggled, “they’re not so secret anymore! I thought I’d give you the real deal because of how much I appreciate you!” With this, she flipped up into a seated position, you could see that her breasts were growing at a faster rate than the rest of her as well. As she reached down to rip her shoes off, her tits were stretching her t-shirt and they smooshed into her knees. 

She looked up at you and gave you a sultry smile, “Like what you see?” She said, “Why don’t you help me out of these pants, and I’ll help you out of yours…” You walked over to her taking your shirt off as fast as you could, as she lifted her legs to you, with some difficulty you managed to get her leggings off as she threw her shirt to the side. “No bra or panties?” You asked, almost drooling at this point.

“Haven’t done laundry yet,” she said, sheepishly, how can someone that sexy and massive still be so cute, you wondered, but this was quickly cut off as she nearly tore your pants off, underwear and all, “now c’mere, let me show you what this new body of mine can do.” She said, standing up to her new height of 7′0~. She grabbed you, pushed you onto the couch, and straddled you. She inserted you expertly inside of herself, and before the two of you started going at it, she grabbed the back of your head, pulling you to her as she quickly shot up to 9 feet, her breasts now completely in your face. 

The feeling of her ass and thighs, as well as the rest of her body, swelling on top of you was something akin to ascendancy. She started pumping you in and out of her, normally you would be the one in control, but today… today she had you in the palm of her hand. 

As the two of you came in unison, she looked down at you with a sly grin and said, “Let me lay down, and I’ll get even bigger for you before round two.”

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Bimbo Bunny Ultimatum~

"Bimbo Bunnies breed more bunnies~"

It's been a long time since the last time these have appeared, hasn't it?

Or maybe you just haven't been paying close enough attention to the world around you~

After all, it's hard enough to pay attention with the world we live in, considering that every last female on the whole planet now belongs to the heavenly, mind-shattering bliss known as the Bimbo Bunny that "plagues" our reality~

But they're not a plague, really. After all, a plague infects others, destroying them from within. And bimbo bunnies don't destroy...

Bimbo Bunnies Simply Create~

That's why the whole planet is filling up so nicely, right?

Because "Bimbo Bunnies Can't Stop Breeding More Bunnies"?

Don't worry, they're breeding. More than you can even believe~

Harems filled with hundreds? Thousands of Bimbo Bunnies?

That's like, wayyyyyyyyyy too small, silly~

Try BILLIONS.

Oh, and then keep counting~

Bimbo Bunnies Breed More Bunnies with complete and utter ease

The population numbers? Who's counting?

There's wayyyyy too many for them to even fit on a single planet~

Worldships are being constructed - built to house generations...

Or, in reality, a single harem of these bunnies~

After all, it's not like they aren't still getting even bigger, either.

They're still growing.

Feeding.

Billowing.

Engulfing.

EXPANDING.

BREEDING~!

So what are you waiting for?

Don't you want to let them consume your entire reality and pop out more Bimbo Bunnies?

After all, this planet's only got so much room for them to breed~

And these Bimbo Bunnies are only getting bigger~

So go on.

Let them in.

Let them invade your worlds, and turn them into heaven.

A land of them growing.

A land of them breeding.

A land of them evolving.

A land of them exceeding.

"BIMBO BUNNIES ARE THE BEST~!" "BIMBO BUNNIES CRUSH THE REST~!" "BIMBO BUNNY TITTIES SHAKE~!" "BIMBO BUNNY BOOTIES QUAKE~!" "BIMBO BUNNY WOMBS CREATE~!" "UNTIL OUR DOMINANCE ACCELERATES~!" "SO LET US IN, OUR WIVES AN HUBBIES~!" "UNTIL EVERYTHING BELONGS TO ALL OF US BIMBO BUNNIES~!"

"Bimbo Bunnies Breed More Bunnies" "Bimbo Bunnies Recruit More Bunnies" "Bimbo Bunnies Grow Bigger Bodies" "Bimbo Bunnies Crush More Resistant Galaxies" "Bimbo Bunnies Consume The Universe With Glee" "Bimbo Bunnies Dominate All Of Reality"

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"Heyyyyy babe~!" Your girlfriend calls out as the video screen comes to life, with the first thing you see being her on her knees with two other girls you've never seen before standing behind her. "Hope you're like, having fun at your boring business thing~! Me and the girls here are waiting patiently for you to return~!" Her sharp, flirtatious laughter cuts off any response you could think of, as her hands reached up to cup the asses of the two girls behind her, all while more laughter echoes out around her, coming from somewhere nearby. "I miiiiight have gotten a bit tipsy and started bragging about how sweet and sexy and outright incredible you are in bed, so now they like, really wanna see how you handle uh...how you handle...shit-"

Abruptly, she turns her head away from the camera, and calls out to somebody off-screen, only to stand up and walk off, leaving you alone with the two blondes whose asses she was just showing off to you. With a light giggle, one of them picks up the phone she was using to call you, and brings it up to her face, inadvertantly showcasing her entire body to you in the process.

"Hey there, little lover~." The blonde purrs, her black top barely hiding her perky breasts. "Sammi must really like you, given how she won't shut up about how much she enjoys the way you put that big mouth of hers to good work at night~." The black-clad girl giggles as she brushes a few stray hairs out of her eyes, unabashedly staring at you as you struggle to get even a syllable out, much less a simple word, or god forbid a full sentence. "To tell you the truth, I kinda thought she was being real annoying, before she went on about that little secret of yours. The one you kept out in the garage? The one you explicitly her not to touch?"

Instantly, you jolt up, no longer merely staring, as you put together the pieces of exactly what your girlfriend did. Before you can respond though, a bright flash blinds you, and as you open your eyes, you find the black-clad girl giving you a smoldering look, and as she bites her lip, the giggling grows louder, as another flash transpires.

"Yeeeeeaaaaahhhhh~...she might have touched it...and done a lot more than that~." The black-clad girl purrs, her tone more sensual, more seductive than before. "She kind of lost control of it though, and now-" Before she can finish, another flash blinds you, and this time, your eyes open to an eyeful of cleavage, the blonde girl's black top now utterly overflowing with titflesh, as she moans out in excitement. "Mmmmmfff, just...come home, okay~? We need you, real bad~. Don't worry, though, if you don't get here soon~..."

With a lascivious giggle, the girl changes the camera view, and as it flips to the phone's exterior camera, you see your girlfriend half-drunkenly chasing off another blonde girl, while two more co-pilot the machine you'd long since given up on perfecting, the two of them putting it to good use, not just in creating more blonde-haired bombshells to join their ongoing party, but to further enhance the ones that'd already been created.

Flipping things back to the interior camera, your eyes widen at the sight of the black-clad girl now surrounded by others, at least half a dozen women trying to fit into frame, while more and more flashes erupt from just off-screen.

"We'll be sure to entertain ourselves, babe~."

With that, the video call ended, and you are left in a state of shock, the hotel room you're staying at suddenly feeling a lot lonelier than it was just a couple minutes ago. Pulling out your phone, you immediately take to searching for plane tickets in order to get back home, and resign yourself to your fate, as about fifteen and a half hours away from you, reports of flashing lights and the sounds of pleasured moans and giggling twenty-somethings quickly reach the mainstream media, with plenty of time left for it to go international...

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Cup reversal

A story requested by @bimbohearts

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“Watch it, short stack!”, the blonde yelled as Tess bumped into her. Her mammoth tits jiggled and swayed, making her already-tight shirt push out even further.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry!” Tess said, putting her hand on the blonde’s shoulder. “I didn’t mean to do that!”

The blonde snickered. “Gosh? What is this, the 50s? Holy shit. LOOK at you! You’re practically a boy. At least when *I* smack into someone, *I’ve* got an excuse.” She breathed in deeply for effect. Her boobs bounced and strained against the fabric. 

“You don’t have to be mean,” Tess whimpered. “I just…wanted to ask you…how you got so…”

“You were CHECKING ME OUT?” The blonde snorted. “Figures. Everyone else does. But you wanted to ogle my tits so bad that you almost knocked me down! God, what a perv!” Two tables down, a girl dressed all in black frowned and began muttering to herself.

“I don’t–OOOF.” Tess staggered back. Her melons ached. “What’s…happening?“   She clutched her chest, confused.

The blonde gasped, feeling her huge hooters. "What did you…do to me?” The tent her shirt was pitching disappeared. She got smaller and smaller, pushing on her boobs as if to somehow inflate them back up.

Tess’s bra began to snap. Her hands rapidly filled with swelling titflesh as her breasts THWUMPED from average to big to colossal. “Oh my God,” she whispered, beginning to pull downwards from the extra weight. “My–my JUGGS. They’re–”

“SHRINKING!”, the blonde wailed. “What have you DONE, you bitch! You’ve ruined me! I–” The girl in black stared at her and said something too soft to hear. Suddenly, the blonde’s anger turned into a smirk. “I…I pity you, you cow. Not everyone’s lucky enough to be flat as a board!” She giggled. Her pants groaned as her pert ass began to swell. Her jeans stretched to their limit. She got to her feet with some difficulty, her now-fat butt making her waddle. “God, how do you even walk with those? I don’t even have to WEAR a bra! Guys and queer girls are all OVER my tiny little titties!”

Tess burst out laughing, her bazookas shaking all over, as the mindfucked blonde grinned and stuck her non-existent chest out, completely unaware that she’d never attract anyone again.

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Your fiancée comes back from her bachelorette party very different

When I gave my fiancee a farewell hug and waved her off at the airport, I had no reason to think that her bachelorette trip to Vegas would be anything out of the ordinary. I figured it would be some drinking, some dancing, some partying. Maybe a little gambling and an evening at a strip club at their most unwholesome, but nothing extreme, nothing unexpected. I had never been given a reason to doubt her and most of her friends were my friends, too, so I trusted them to keep things from going off the rails.

In hindsight, it seems obvious that, if there were anywhere in the world that a few young women would be able to get their hands on some bust enhancing drugs, it would be Vegas.

On the very first night, my fiancee won a sizeable jackpot at the slots and Louise (bless her heart) convinced her that she should get something for me with the winnings. After spending a good chunk of it on cocktails at the bar, my fiancee spilled that I was a boob guy and the rest fell into place. None of them remember the exact details of how they got the stuff, or at least none of them are willing to own up to it, but they got it and my fiancee eagerly downed the stuff, washing it back with some celebratory champagne. Apparently, there was some amount of disappointment that she didn't immediately triple in size and burst out of her clothes. They found other ways to pass the time, though, and the frequency with which her friends pulled down the collar of her shirt to see if she had grown dropped lower and lower until the drugs now in her system were all but forgotten.

There was quite the commotion when she woke up the next morning, Rosie screaming when she saw what a good night's sleep had done to my fiancee's chest. Overnight, her boobs had more than doubled in size, stretching out her shirt. She had been too drunk to take off her bra before falling asleep and now it was too late, the pressure of her growing tits having broken the clasps. Now the drug was working in full force, her breasts visibly growing and swelling outward. My fiancee didn't tell me exactly how her friends handled it, but I can imagine that there was a fair amount of groping and squeezing and the way my fiancee blushed when I mentioned sucking gave me a little extra insight.

Back home, while all this was happening, I was blissfully unaware. I went about my day, finalized details with a few of the vendors for the wedding, thought about calling my fiancee a few times but decided not to interrupt her fun. She'd be back in two days and she'd tell me all about it then. It wasn't until I got a picture from her, apparently at some lingerie boutique, that I learned anything had happened at all. The caption was simple.

"Baby? I think we're going to need to get my dress let out a little bit..."

Turns out that old adage about what happens in Vegas isn't always true. But of all the things she could have come home from Vegas with, well, this one I couldn't be upset about.

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Fertility Idols

Danielle, the young starry eyed field assistant and Dr. Hank Stone had finally braved the temple traps of the Lost Gods of Fertility, deep within the amazon rainforest. After months of painstaking charting, and mapping of the jungle the two had at last discovered the hidden temple of legend. The two adventurers returned once more to the lush jungle air, with the sacred idols of Feminity and Masculinity, nestled safely in each explorer's pack. Danielle almost skipped through the jungle as they ventured out body giddy with excitement. Nicole was a brilliant woman, her average bust and slight build was on partial display as the many perils in the temple had torn up much of her clothing. Not that Dr. Stone was any less tattered, his lean academic body also displayed through ripped clothing. Danielle had a mousy-quite complexion and was the type who tended to get lost in her notes. But her quick wits and stalwart attitude had paid off on this adventure.

Honestly, Dr. Stone had his trepidations about bringing her on this adventure, but her fierce dedication and boisterous attitude had won him over. Her brilliant mind, and cute but pleasant features certainly had kept him positive on this arduous journey. 

Danielle was ecstatic, not only had she been crucial on this archaeological discovery, but she was positive she had made an incredible impression on the incredible Dr.Stone. He was sure to want to spend more time with her now, and see her as a colleague. Danielle had been crushing on her professor for years, and finally had shown him how dedicated she was. Dr. Stone was a handsome older man, and much to his embarrassment idolized by the younger students. He had kept in moderate shape so that he could continue to explore for his research, but never felt he was overtly hot or in shape. Which made Danielle crazy about him.  The two idols she had retrieved had to be priceless, Danielle was excited thinking of the praise Dr.Stone had been piling up on her since they had escaped the temples. She had chosen to leave out the temple's ancient scrawlings, cursing any who would steal the idols with “insatiable need”. She was sure that wasn't nearly as important as disarming the deadly ancient traps. Plus, the idols felt right resting in her pack, she couldn’t imagine what “insatiable need” meant anyways, like hungry?. Nicole adjusted her tattered clothing, noticing Dr. Stone glancing more and more at her exposed skin. 

Her body was warm in the hot jungle climate, and while she would normally be shy around her crush, she felt empowered to flaunt her body after a hard adventure. It helped that most of her clothing was cut up, and a bit more reveling in nature after the events in the temple. She spun around while pulling out the Feminine idol, a crude bronze statue, of a thickly shaped woman, with huge breasts for nursing and pleasure as the idol's nipples sat fat on the sculptures nude shape. Thick of ass, and deeply sexual,  Danielle wedged the large statue between her small breasts. Staring at the Doctor, Danielle simply smiled and winked. Unaware that her breasts had swelled out enough to wrap ever so slightly around the shapely idol. 

Dr. Stone stared wide-eyed at the young assistant. If he had been truthful to himself he would have admitted he had been staring directly at her ass. For some reason he couldn't stop staring at the shape of the pert bubble bouncing in front of him ever since they escaped. There was the smallest bit of exposed skin around her thighs and ass, and he could just barely make out Danielles underwear when she had spun on him and winked.

He had just been subconsciously thinking of reaching for his cock when Danielle had spun around and faced him. Unaware he was doing it. Dr Stone began to also reach for his masculine idol, as he watched as his assistant playfully rub the feminine idol's large breasts in front of him. It was flirty, and simultaneously sexy as hell. His cock lurched down his pant leg just as his fingers grazed the idol in his pack. A phallic bronze monstrosity with a massive cock protruding from the idol's crotch. Dr. Stone unknowingly began to stroke the monolith as he felt his lust and curiosity rising. Had Danielle been flirting at that moment, the very idea of it made his crotch throb with need. No he thought, she was just an excited student/colleague bubbling with excitement. He had to keep his mind straight after all the adventuring. He could really use a bath and a night of getting himself off just to relieve the stress. He chuckled to himself, hand still stroking the idols thick cock. Danielle, feeling empowered by the display of flirtation hadn't noticed how soaking wet her panties had become upon noticing the Professors cock through his tattered hiking shorts. 

They trudged through the jungle back to the base camp, the two of them unaware of the changes surging through their bodies. The idols had been slowly changing the two explorers, molding them to the raw sexual forces of the magic within. Danielle, found herself playfully groping the feminine idol as the two walked on, her hands would glide over the ample bosom and rear of the idol, letting her fingers graze every curve, oblivious to the subtly growing changes to her own body. Her hips were digging into the sides of her tight tan shorts. Slowly giving her a little muffin top, and thicker cheeks poking out the ass end as her skin proceeded to expand in her confides. The flesh digging itself till the very outline of her pussy was plushly on display. The small hole that Dr.Stone had been gazing at before, as he struggled with the thickening rod between his muscular thighs, was now widening, shredding across the seams to show off a growing ample backside and a shrinking thong. Her mostly shredded top was slowly filling up as her breasts bubbled out slowly, nipples thick and suckable prodding through the fabric like to eraser heads. 

Dr. Stone, was also going through changes of his own, he had been finding it incredibly hard to shove his thickening cock down his shorts. The bulge was becoming unmanageable, but he was having the most fun attempting to manhandle his growing rod. He was almost to the point of just letting it flop freely out of his shorts leg, letting the pulsing head of his cock out his shorts bottoms, felt right. There was no way it was going back inside at this point, he couldn’t remember his cock being this hard, but he was really more fascinated in the masculine idol in his hands. When he wasn’t fumbling with his own cock, he was frantically rubbing and stroking the idol's thick member. Lost in thought and his needy work, Dr. Stone was unaware he was dribbling cum from the end of his thickening cock as he went along worshiping the idol. In fact neither one of the explorers were thinking much as they wandered back. Both lost in a magic induced lust and haze, their bodies slowly growing to match their respective idols. Their minds lost too the sudden arousal and lust of the hot jungle.

Danille was the first to break the trance as she stumbled over an exposed tree root some 25 minutes later after the haze had drifted over her. Her body had jiggled abruptly as she caught herself, but found she was a bit more top heavy than before. As she corrected her steps, she was met with a shifting in her figure she was unaccustomed to. Her body was heavy with exhaustion for sure, but she was suddenly aware how tight her shorts had become on her, and how far ahead her breasts jutted out from her. She halted and really took stock of her situation, she was buxom to the extreme, where she had started out this journey as a slight b-cup, her breasts now we're somewhere in the high DD’s, and nearly see through in her tight white-t now stretched to the limits of its proportion. Still holding on to the ample butt of the idol, Danielle let one of her hands free to cup her now larger breasts. The weight felt good and as she let her fingertips graze past her pert and thickening nipples, she let out a little moan and sighed. The top was mosre skin than fabric at this point, and her finger tips across the warm flesh felt incredible. Despite her massive wedgie from all the weight she had put on in her hips, her pussy fluttered a bit at the attention to her breasts, soaking what little remaining clothing clung to her curvaceous body. She slowly turned to Dr. Stone, still behind her, to exclaim the incredible changes her body was going through, but as she spun around she was met with a fantastic ad unreal sight. 

Dr. Stone had let his cock out of its constricting prison minutes ago as they walked, there was little he could do now that his growing member had reached past a foot in length. It was a massive log of meat that pulsed with his every step. The trail of spunk that had been left behind  was a thick trail of clues to the situation. The monster pulsed out in front of the Doctor as he desperately attempted to figure out how to stroke both his own needy cock, and that of the Idol’s rigid rod. His body seemed to have de-aged a little as the lines around his face softened, his hair grew a little darker from its grey highlights, and his muscles worn hard over the journey’s end, were bulging slightly with the exertion. Seeming to swell under the hard use. His clothing had already been torn, now it hung loosely around him, a pair of shrinking shorts barely encased his pert ass and thick thighs. The cock having been pulled out to make room for the swelling testicales. His muscles had torn much of the shirt she had been wearing, and a thick set of hair was spreading across his massive chest. He was staring directly at Danielle, unbeknownst to her, the moment she had tripped her swelling backside had ripped up the back exposing her ass and now petite thong, wedged between her jiggling phat cheeks. The sound had brought the Doctor to a head and he was still stroking his massive log and staring lustfully at Danielle, like a steer in rut. The Doctor was experiencing far too much pleasure to be fully aware of the changes coming to his body. His cock had been leaking for over an half an hour now, leaving a sticky trail the whole way behind them as he rubbed himself over and over again watching his assistant's ass balloon out, and hips spread out behind her. Thong slowly sliding deeper and deeper between her thickening ass cheeks. Pussy dripping as she walked. Her very outline was swelling in every direction, causing Dr. Stone to speed up his stroking, finding more and more meat to knuckle shuffle as his stride had picked up. Now that they were face to face Danielle was staring directly at the only thing between them. His cock, a monolith of pulsing dripping man meat, jutted more than a foot in front of him. As he stared at Danielle watching her swelling tits push the very fabric from her chest. Her nipples perched upon two mountains of flesh on a thick hourglass figure, drool leaking from her plumped up lips, and the glistening slickness between her thighs he couldn't help it. He erupted.

Danielle had barely a moment to fully acknowledge what was happening to her before the first load splashed across her tits. From over three feet away. The massive rod erupted with the force of a small volcano, the seed that shot from him had been building for too long. When it came it slapped across Danielle's chest, and into her mouth. It tasted like nectar, she had to have it, the very smell of it was intoxicating. With every gulp, her breasts blew out in front of her, swelling through cup sizes. Her hands flew to her breasts to try and sop up the liquid gold and she dropped the feminine idol shattering it across the ground.  She groaned as her hips snapped the tiny shorts that remained upon her bulging shelf of an ass. Two thick globes of flesh shot backwards, her hips softening and plumping. She was round, her hips and ass a wobbling mass, made for fertility and bouncing. She dropped to the ground, crawling towards the fountain in front of her. Her lips met the source, a plump thick head still gushing seed. Danielle began to suck, and gag, and pull her way down a seemingly endless cock as it spread her throat and cheeks to bursting. 

Dr. Stone was in ecstasy, he watched as his now goddess of a assistant bent before his rod, and literally grew around him. He could feel his whole body tensing with each blast erupting from the end of his engorged member. It was thicker than a soda can, and he could barely believe what he was seeing when the tiny petite Danielle, now a full blown bimbo cock sucking goddess, seemingly unhinged her jaw and deep throated inch after inch of his still pulsing cock. His balls hung low between his thickening legs, he was a cum pumping god, every inch of him was dripping in sweat and glistening from hard use as he began to buck deep into his assistance perfect throat. He finally dropped the idol had been clutching, when he went to wrap his big meaty hands into the thick mane of Danielle’s hair. As the idol broke against the jungle stones, Dr.Stones cock shot 6 inches deeper down the glutinous goddesses throat. The primal growl he let out as his muscles and body swelled up a foot in height, muscles almost exploding in definition off his body, and his massive balls swelled out in size till the glistened like two grapefruits in the jungle sun. He was producing so much cum that he could see Danielle’s stomach filling out to meet her ripe tits.

With a huge amount of effort Dr.Stone was able to buck the needy woman off his cock, with a loud slurping sound. She was still letting her tongue flick out trying to still latch on. But, Dr. Stone flipped her over, her glistening pussy now exposed to the heat. It had swelled up, thick and juice, the pearl of a clit stood out thick on her blazing hot cunt. Dr.Stone slapped his cock down on her slick pussy, it slapped hard and Danielle whimpered at the sudden shock to her clit. The jungle was silent, the heat was causing both of them to sweat profusely, their eyes locked on each other. Dr. Stone stared down at the fertility goddess, every curve an exaggerated outline of a woman who could not exist in this world. She would be worshiped, a figure so outrageous that not even the largest porn stars could handle her. It would have taken an army to satisfy this goddess. But Dr.Stones cock was still pulsing its way up, thicker and thicker. The pulsing and leaking head was now all the way between Danielle’s breasts, the cavernous clevage was pushing aside as Danielle bit her lip and let her elbows begin to crash against the swelling invader. The pulsing and slithering cock pressed heavy against her clit and soaking wet pussy, rubbing ever so slowly. Danielle began to shiver, her orgasam slow to rise, but fierce to break. She moaned as it hit, her body shuddering, writhing and grinding upwards against the column of cock. Nipples soaked in sweat and slick with cum, stuck out like corks on the two largests tits Dr.Stone had ever seen. She groped one with his massive hands and saw the changes in his own proportions. He looked down at the desperate orgasming woman below him and took a step back. Then another. Letting the head of his cock leaking all over the needy cunt he stood to plunge into.

They howled in chorus as the first inch of the apple-sized head of his cock slid between the lips of Danielles swollen cunt. Spreading with difficulty to handle the massive cock, now being driven into her. Her mind snapped back to reality for the briefest of moments, wondering how she would survive being impaled on the largest cock the world had ever seen (and how to best bottom out on it). An atlas of a man, now edging inch by inch into her, before the pulsing cum inside of her caused her to swell once more to accommodate the growing intruder. Slightly more comfortably and even more stimulating, Danielle settled in for the raveging about to commence. She could feel the tension, the swelling tempo and pulse, the Doctor was about to lose control.  Dr.Stone began to buck, his cock wedging itself deeper, the excitement of the pleasure he was feeling, the thought of finally being deep inside something, anything, this woman caused him to grope and grab at her. The feeling was all encompassing, being so full every bit of her body being used like a cock sleeve, built to be fucked and pumped full. She watched as her massive tits wobbled back and forth as one of Dr.Stones manly hands grabbed and plucked at her nipples. Slapping them, sending little shockwaves all the way to her pussy. Dr. Stone grabbed up her thick ass and hips and proceeded to drag her body towards him with incredible strength as he plunged the last inches inside. Fast and hard the monster made of muscles and sweat began to pump into the goddess, she felt every pump of seed inside of her, knew that she would swell with child after this, so thoroughly fucked she would never be able to fuck anything else again.

When the search party finally found the two lost adventures, days later, they were shocked to find a pair of behemoths. Both over 8ft tall, Dr.Stone only slightly taller than his hourglass fertility goddess. They had found some abandoned ruins nearby and were still lazily fucking each other. Dr. Stone was still erect, days later, his 2ft monster was still pumping gallons of cum a day and Danielle was lapping at it as she played with her milky breasts. Despite it being only days, she was already deep with child. Her breasts, which seemed absurd in size when the first transformation happened, could no longer be defined by cup sizes. Two massive breasts lay atop a pot belly. Her hips jutted out around her, and she was leaking from every hole. Lazily she drooled as she milked the thick rod next to her. 

The search team, jaws open, watched as both of the two gods stood up and walked over to them, hunger in their eyes. The males of the search team's cocks were already hard and pressed against their shorts staring at the massive woman sauntering towards them. The women felt their bras tighten as the glistening head of Dr.Stone's cock belched out another heavy load as he strode towards them. 

Days later, the party made it back to the main village. Two gods, and a growing throng of swelling followers.