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Every time I see it, I hit the button.

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Grow. Grow so exceedingly large they don’t even resemble breasts anymore. Make them look like two massive balloons you’ve stuck in your top. So big and fake people stare, have to stop and realize it’s your gigantic overfilled implanted tits they’re looking at.

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The next morning you awoke so something soft and warm pressing rhythmically into your face.

Blinking your eyes open, it took you a few seconds to grasp what exactly was happening.

Somehow your wife’s breasts had swollen overnight from a DD to over an H cup. Her once handful sized breasts were now forcing themselves out of her top, each mammary was now as big as your head.

As you slowly regained consciousness you realized her arm was wrapped around the back of your neck, with her nails softly digging into your scalp. With her arm She was rocking you back and forth, gently pulsing your face into her softness. Each pulse became more firm and intense as she pulled you tighter. Her eyes were tightly shut and her mouth slightly parted, her slight moans interrupting the pacing of her heaving breaths.

She pulled you closer and moaned again as the top of her soft breasts pressed against the line of your jaw, filling the space between your forehead and cheek. Her flesh billowing further outward as it pressed against you, until half of your face was engulfed in her tit. You shifted to face her, and wrapped your arms around her slim wasp-like waist, pressing your lips and nose, and now ears into the depths of her cavernous cleavage.

Realizing you were awake she pinned your arms down and growled “someone’s finally up”.

Rolling herself on top of you, she sat up, straddling your hips. You shifted your head back against the nightstand, so you could look directly into the deep cleavage between her enormous mounds.

Letting go of your wrists she brought her hands up to the tops of her breasts.

“Look at how big they’ve grown from just one load. I can still remember how it felt to have your hard cock pulsing between them last night”

She shivered with orgasmic delight as she enunciated the word last

“Just think about it, the doctor said every additional ejaculation would cause an exponential increase, in sensitivity and size”

Think about how good it would feel, to have you cum inside me as my tits grow with the help of your seed.

How good it would feel to have your entire head lost in my cleavage? Would you like that? To have these enormous boobs slowly swelling bigger until they completely engulfed you?

My growing tits would take up your whole world until there was nothing else. Until you were literally drowning in my soft, supple flesh.

I want to be bigger. Bigger than anyone ever has been. Help me, help me grow my tits. Help them grow until they get so big, you can fit your entire body between them. I want to be so big I can feel your every movement, from your toes to the top of your head - as you shift and press into my giant tits.

And then I’ll titfuck your entire being- making the two of us cum over and over again until I’m so big that you’ll have no choice but to loose yourself in warm oblivion.

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The winter months had been the perfect time for Lia to hide her growth. She knew from a drunken confession that her crush and best friend had a thing for massive tits and she thought this was the perfect way to surprise him. The baggy sweatshirts that the cold weather required worked well to hide her swelling bust, especially in the first few cup sizes. Occasionally, they'd show themselves, especially when she was bouncing around without a bra, but their overall size wasn't super obvious.

As Lia moved into the larger sizes, no longer able to buy bras from stores, her boobs started to get harder to hide. They took up more and more space inside her clothes, making them less and less baggy, the fabric pulling tight over her breasts. She tried to hunch her shoulders, make them less obvious, but all that did was shift the weight forward and make her look like she was growing a beer belly instead. A part of her wanted them to stop so he could get a handle on them, but the confidence she felt when she saw the enormous breasts hanging off her chest made it so much easier to want more.

As the frosts started to melt and winter turned to spring, it was time for Lia to make her move. A picnic date in the warm spring sun, shedding her sweats for something thin, something revealing, something that would show her crush all of her hard work. She bit her lip with a smile at the red rushing into her crush's cheeks, tugging down the neckline of her dress with a single finger. "I did feel a little bad that you didn't actually get to see them grow. I really wanted to share that with you, but I wanted it to be a surprise even more." Lia leaned forward, her breasts swaying beneath her as she shifted to her knees, putting her lips next to her crush's ear. "I still have another dose of the growth serum. Wanna help me take it?"

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MilkyMama Treats: The Milk that Changed Us

Lexi leaned forward, bracing herself on her knees, her red top groaning against the tide of milk surging beneath. The fabric barely covered the swollen curve of her breasts—two immense orbs that jutted out from her chest, heavy and impossible to ignore. Each slow breath made the stretched material twitch, the seams threatening to surrender at any second. It wasn’t a matter of if it would fail. Just when.

Her lips, full and glossy from the fillers she'd gotten last spring, curved into a smug little smile. This was exactly what she wanted. The MilkyMama Treat hadn’t just made her curvier—it had made her irresistible. Her breasts had exploded in size almost overnight, taut with milk so thick and rich it felt like warm syrup sloshing behind her nipples. She couldn’t walk across a room without the weight pulling her forward, bouncing with every step, leaving her thighs sticky with the slow dribble of milk that wouldn’t stop.

She bit her lip as another drop squeezed its way through the red top and rolled down her cleavage.

"God, I'm so full..." she whispered, voice shaking with a mixture of arousal and desperation.

She shifted her hips, feeling her panties cling tighter beneath her skirt—every inch of her body swollen, hypersensitive, begging for release. Her breasts throbbed with every heartbeat, nipples rock-hard and leaking, the pressure unbearable. She could feel the heat rising in her chest, in her belly, in that deep maternal place inside her where something ancient stirred.

Not lust. Not hunger.

Need.

The primal urge to feed—to breastfeed—was consuming her.

She pressed her hands to her breasts, moaning as the pressure increased. A thick stream of milk sprayed through the strained fabric, splattering onto the tile floor. She gasped, eyes fluttering, body shivering with pleasure. It wasn’t enough. One spray just made the craving worse.

She needed someone beneath her.

Someone hungry.

She sank onto the couch, her top pushed down beneath the weight of her leaking chest. Her breasts sat in her lap like overfilled pitchers, streaked with cream and sweat, her nipples aching to be latched onto. She trembled as she grabbed her phone with shaking fingers and opened the group chat with Chloe and Courtney.

Her heart raced.

She lifted the phone, snapped a photo—topless, flushed, swollen, drenched—and added a trembling message beneath it:

> “Please… I need help releasing. I can’t hold it anymore…”

Another picture. Her fingers curled around one nipple, the milk already trickling down her belly.

She typed two more words.

> “Come hungry.”

She hit send.

And waited.

Lexi let out a ragged moan of relief, her head tilting back over the armrest of the couch, lips parted and trembling. Her chest heaved with every breath, the sheer weight of her engorged breasts pulling her forward. She felt like she was holding back twin floods inside her, molten cream sloshing within taut skin, each throb screaming for release. She didn’t even open her eyes when she heard the door unlock.

The sound of heels on hardwood.

Then two familiar voices—one gasping, one softly laughing.

The couch dipped on either side, the warmth of two younger bodies pressing against her hips.

Chloe, the youngest at 24, settled shyly against Lexi’s left thigh. Her long auburn hair fell in waves across Lexi’s belly, her delicate fingers trembling as they brushed against the curve of Lexi’s breast. She looked unsure—until she made eye contact with Lexi’s hazy, pleading expression.

On the right, Courtney—confident, flirtatious, and 26—was already leaning in, one hand sliding over Lexi’s hip, the other cupping the overfilled swell of her breast. “You weren’t kidding, Lex,” she murmured, licking her lips with slow hunger. “You look like you could feed a small village.”

Lexi whimpered. “Please… I need this. I need you.”

Neither girl had ever breastfed, never even imagined doing something like this—but something primal clicked in their bodies. A craving they hadn’t known they were capable of. Chloe leaned in first, timidly at first, her lips enveloping Lexi’s aching nipple.

Then came Courtney, with no hesitation.

The effect was explosive.

Lexi arched off the couch, crying out as milk burst forth in hot, heavy streams. She felt the flood leave her body like a dam collapsing—years of maternal instinct, stored need, and MilkyMama-enhanced pressure all erupting at once. Her thighs shook beneath them, her hands tangled in their hair, and her toes curled as if she were being unraveled from the inside out.

“Oh god… yes—” Lexi choked out. “Keep going… don’t stop—”

The milk poured freely, thick and creamy, coating their tongues in warmth and sweetness. Chloe moaned against her nipple, eyes fluttering shut as she suckled with growing need. Courtney drank deeper, her lips messily gliding against the areola, some of the milk dribbling down her chin.

And then—it started.

Chloe gasped, pulling back just an inch as a fiery warmth ignited deep in her belly. “Lexi… I feel weird—” she panted.

Courtney grunted softly. “No… not weird. Good.”

Their breasts began to swell.

Both girls stared at each other in shock as the change spread. Chloe’s modest chest expanded beneath her tank top, the fabric tightening, lifting, then visibly stretching. She gasped, cupping them as they filled out—soft, plush, and sensitive. “I-I’m growing…!”

Courtney let out a hiss as her bra snapped loudly in back, the band giving way as her breasts surged forward, bouncing slightly with every breath. Her tank top clung to her new curves, the fabric riding higher by the second. “It’s the milk… it’s changing us—”

Lexi’s head lolled back, her pupils dilated. A lazy smile spread across her lips, a mixture of pride, satisfaction, and arousal. “Oh girls… you have no idea what you’ve just started…”

She watched them greedily return to her chest, suckling with greater hunger now—driven not just by instinct, but by the addictive sensation of growth blooming inside them.

Three women. One couch. And far more milk to come.

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"Soooooo... the cream works."

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The ad campaign from new NGO Fifth Wave Feminism proved controversial among boring ugly girls.

So bounce your tiddies and say "Thank you feminism"!

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"What? No, I'm not mad. I mean, I'm not that mad, and definitely not mad at you. I know you're a little bit dense when it comes to these sorts of things. Hell, she could have had your face in her tits and you still might not have seen that she was coming onto you. But, when you found out, you did the right thing and told me and, honestly, I couldn't be more pleased! You're a good husband and I love you so very much.

"The most insulting thing is just that she thought she could steal you away from me with those. I don't begrudge you a glance every now and then. The few times I checked in on you at the office, she was wearing shirts with low enough cuts she looked like she was going to pop out. But there's a difference between looking big and actually being big. She was the first one, doing everything she can to make herself appear to be even larger than she actually is. And, to some people, being a DD is large. But, to us, to you and me, we know that's not the case, don't we?

"Hm? How do I know her bra size? Would you believe women's intuition? Nah, no sense in lying about it. I paid her a little visit after you told me about what happened with her. I wanted to make sure she knew exactly who she was messing with. And, you know, I may have gotten my revenge by.... stealing her tits away from her.

"She fucking deserved it! God, you should have heard her scream when she realized she was shrinking and I was growing. She begged and pleaded for me to give them back, but I was too distracted by the feeling of my shirt getting tighter and my chest getting heavier. It was a miracle my bra didn't break from the pressure! DDs are a lot to add! I took a little trophy home with me. I think you'll like it. It's not like she needs it anymore!"

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Redistribution Coffee

"Care to tell me what you snuck into my coffee this morning? 🤨 I'm 6 inches shorter now, but don't worry. It just all ended up in my ass and tits. I know I should be pissed, but everyone won't stop staring. I kinda like it..."