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2017-08-03T01:16:46Z

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It was lucky for Felicity that I had grown so long, because there was so much more of her to get in the way, now. Once the pill took hold and sex-fueled rage filled my body, fueling my dick to stretch and fill and strengthen, my balls to begin to rumble with oncoming eruption, she was able to kneel at the foot of the bed, pull my cock to her lips, run her inhumanly long tongue around my football-sized cockhead, and lightly suck. It was there, nestled between her tits, her hands trying and failing to cover very much of my naked, throbbing flesh, that I realized this was going to be different. I still had so much left in me from the night before, willing to come out.

Had she known? Had she done this before? Or was I the first one to goad her into giving me a pill and then refusing to treat herself?

Any questions were pushed from my mind as I went over the edge, barreling down toward orgasm like an out of control train. I had three feet of quaking, aching cock, ready to blow; two barrels of sperm ready to overflow.

And then they did. A burning, hotter than an oven, hotter than a sun, flooded into my crotch, and I could feel it touching my nuts, filling them, stretching them. "The other pill," I thought, fragmented, screaming in my mind, as my legs were pushed further apart, as I filled up any empty space between me and Felicity's rotund, perfect belly. The limited space squeezed them, pressured them, and I nearly burst before I felt the volcano blow. Hot magma filled me, flowing through my veins and reaching my cock and travelling up it. I was going to come, I was going to COMEó

And then I was pushing, stretching, smashing into Felicity's face as I grew longer, thicker, harder, my cock ready to give and give some more, getting back for its denied orgasm only a few hours before. Felicity's eyes popped open and then rolled into the back of her head as she leaned back, straining her spine to keep her suction on my cock.

Finally, I came.

The force of the first spurt shook my captor, nearly knocking her head back, and I saw some jizz leak out of her nose, felt splatters that sprayed from the corners of her lips, but then she was on me, grabbing my dick, hugging it, as she sucked and swallowed. She must have opened her throat, I can't really say, but no more than a few loose globules missed their mark and dribbled onto the naked plateau of her leaking tits. Her eyes had at last closed, hiding the freaky possessed look in them, but I didn't miss the way her lower body was writhing on the bed, her fecund belly pushing my monstrous balls back and forth as we fought for space on the sheets.

It was the mightiest blow I had ever let loose, and I fought unconsciousness from sheer blissful agony the entire time. I could feel it approaching, like a light, a coming break in the storm: my chance to get out.

My hands were still free, and with them I pumped my trunk-like cock, pushing the last vestiges of my mighty orgasm up the length of it to Felicity's waiting mouth. When it was done, I sighed, and she did little more than detach her lips and lay her head, blissfully, against the side of my cockhead. It was softening, but still huge, like a small pillow.

With my newfound freedom I reached up and stroked one huge nipple. It would have been nice to enjoy them a little myself, I thought.

After a wait Felicity's eyes cracked open and she looked slyly down at her handiwork. "There," she said, eying my huge nutsack. "Now who won't be moving?"

She had a point. In a single pill I had gone from "impossible to believe but still functional" to "probably will be a museum piece". If I could stand (and the thought was so close, wasn't it, with my hands free?) my balls would undoubtedly rest on the ground, assuming I could bow my legs a bit to give them room.

Seeing the gears turning in my head, Felicity pushed herself off of the bed and back onto her feet. Then, to my surprise, she gave a very cute little yawn. "I need another foot rub," she said, making her ponderous way back to the chair. Her unrestrained breasts were lolling to the sides of her tits, nipples nearly pointing downward from the weight. "And... and a quick... nap." She collapsed into the chair, the springs straining from the weight of a woman who had probably tripled in mass in less than a week. "So... full..."

She was sleeping when the changes began.

I was watching carefully, measuring her breaths, and so at first I thought she was merely waking up, taking that deep breath people do after a good nap. But no, this was no deep breath: no deep breath continues to rise, and rise, even when I can hear an exhale. It was fast, so fast, the backsplash of pills catching up to her and then some, the entirety of one of my pool-filling orgasms having its way with her like she had with me.

Felicity gave a soft moan as her legs fell apart, making way for her belly as it stretch out, filling the space between the chair cushion and the ground. It needed more room to grow, needed to be bigger. I was egging her on, both for my plan to succeed and that other part, the part that loved all of this. I wanted her bigger.

The curve of her belly was rising in front of Felicity, now, sending the mass of her filling breasts to wash back towards her. I wouldn't have been able to see her if I were laying in front, as her stomach was touching the floor and only gaining in size, stretching out on the carpet as her filling tits continued to amass flesh. No more sexy dresses for her, I thought. No more going to restaurants on another guy's dime. I looked to the doorframe and realized that there was no way in hell she was leaving this room without serious construction.

The sides of her stomach were now pushing against the bedframe, and that was probably what woke her up.

"Oh, god," she breathed, and I saw a hand reach up to push her gorgeous red hair from her impossibly beautiful face. Then she realized she was still growing. "OH GOD. Stop, stop, stop!" Perfectly manicured hands reached out for tit flesh, holding it in, trying to squeeze them together, I think, in some desperate attempt to stop the growth. But there was no stopping it; her belly was over her head and pushing the chair back, her belly button almost the same length away from her hands as my toes were from my teeth.

"It'll stop when it's perfect," I said. "When you're just how I want you."

"Nnf, gaaaaaawd," she moaned, and I realized that the sensitivity was paying off: the friction from the carpet and the pressure of her milk and the touch of her breasts, all of it must have been sending her into overdrive. Deep down, where her belly met the rest of her body, her hips were trying to thrust. They couldn't get enough traction and force to lift her, though. She was trapped.

Time to try to get the hell out.

"Where's the key?" I asked.

"What?" she said, almost coming to her senses. I think it was slowing down, by then: my perfectly immobile succubus. And just in time: her voice was muffled by her impossibly large breasts, both of them squashing into her cheeks so she had to talk up through her cleavage.

"The key! To my handcuffs."

That shook her. "Oh, no. You're... you're staying here. With me." I couldn't see anything of her face anymore but an ear and some freckles, but her left hand waved at me around one huge, wobbling tit. "I... I need more. I NEED MORE."

Holy shit, she was broken. My chance was here. "The pills. They're on your dresser. I can't get to them."

"Fuck," she said. "Itís on me, then. You never do anything around here, Jonny," she said, the old smirk back in her voice. Her hands grasped the arms of the chair, and, to her credit, she managed to heave herself up a little bitóbut the size of her tits probably tripled her weight alone, let alone the pressure her belly was putting on the rest of her. "Nf, fine," she collapsed back into the chair like a child. "If you can walk, get them."

"The keys, Felicity," I reminded her. One eye peeked out around a breast, and I realized that the areola alone was wider than her head, her leaking, perfect nipple almost too big to fit between her lips. My mouth watered, despite itself.

"They're right there, doofus," she said, pointing at the bedside table.

Fuck. How long had they been there? How long could I have escaped for?

And would I have wanted to, before seeing Felicity like this?

With some painful stretching I got my feet unlocked, then pushed myself, heaving, to the edge of the mattress. My dick was completely soft, but that didn't stop it from stretching from my groin to the edge of the bed then down to the carpet where its head lolled around. I was long. Way too long. And my balls... from where I was sitting my overtaxed scrotum followed my dick, where it rested on the ground and pinned my feet, so big that my balls were still were taller than the bedframe.

But the tender skin of my nutsack was also hardy, having gained a lot of elasticity and strength in its growth, and I was able to grasp it in two fistfuls, pull it up, and waddle to the dresser, my dick flopping and dragging on the ground. As I walked around Felicity's gorgeous, overfull stomach, I felt something twinge in my crotch. Something that wanted what I saw in the little orange bottle.

Could she get bigger? Would she? Did I want her to? I imagined her swelling even more, stretching, filling the room, her breasts resting on the ground, eternally leaking, a perfect, fertile goddess...

And me beside her, a cock as big as a schoolbus towering alongside, leaking, feeding her from the tanker-sized testicles that rested behind me.

A stupid image.

My cell was on the dresser next to the pills. "21 missed texts, 5 missed calls, all from work," I sighed.

"Stay here," Felicity pleaded. "The pills... more..."

It was a tempting offer. I could. There was food in the kitchen. I could reverse this entire situation, with my little slave. Show her what being trapped was like.

"I want you so bad," she breathed.

"Fuck you," I said, as I dialed the police.

Category:Events

2017-08-03T01:14:57Z

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N-no," I said, as the sponge reached my cock. It was flaccid for now, but still huge: over ten inches, laying across my waist for the big soft head to rest on the mattress. She seemed to pay unnecessary care drawing the sponge along its length, and was rewarded with an involuntary twitch. "I didn't know," I finished, gritting my teeth while the sponge travelled over my scrotum, polishing my swollen, pulsing balls. They were enormous, bigger than I had expected, filling up the space between my legs and then some. Felicity lifted one with a hand, leaning over to get a better angle so that her belly pushed into the springs of the mattress and her massive breasts sat on my thigh. The testicle in her hand looked like a big, fleshy basketball, and she bounced it in the air like one. My scrotum had stretched to match, but the movement still pulled at my other ball, the weight of it sliding around on the bed.

I was still growing, something else I hadnít given much thought. Before I had been caught up in Felicityís game, in the feedback loop of her growing more and more impossibly beautiful, of me growing more and more horny, but now I wondered where my growth would end. If it would.

"No," I gasped, when she at last leaned back, putting her weight back onto her hips. "No, I think you're a succubus."

To my surprise, she laughed, and laughed, and laughed, stepping away as she tossed her head back, red hair stirring around her perfect shoulders. Her chuckles carried her across the room, letting me see another tantalizing, teasing glimpse of her ass squeezed into the skirt of her dress. Finally, between giggles, she composed herself. "A what?"

I tried to maintained focus as my theory gushed out. "The Greek myth. I think it's Greek, at least. A woman who draws power by having sex with men." It was my turn to try to look sly. "I saw how into sucking me off you are. You get something from it, some sort of power. And this, what's happened to you? Hell, what's happened to me. That's not just weird genetics."

Felicity snorted. "No, it isn't. I lied to you. But I'm not some myth or something like that. No, all of this?" She ran her hands down her breasts, tweaking at a nipple, then felt along her belly. To my shock, and my dick's, her hands couldn't reach around herself anymore. She saw my look and sashayed across the room as best her unbalanced body could sashay. "All of this is your doing," she said, letting one finger touch my nose.

"Mine? But... how?"

That smirk again. "You think those pills I've been feeding you since we met were just to help with erectile dysfunction?"

"Since we met?" I tried to think back. She had only been feeding me pills the past few days. I could still taste their bitter powder on my tongue.

Her smile was fiendish, fiery, and now she leaned fully on me, her soft breasts pooling onto my chest and squashing onto the mattress as her enormous belly pressed into my side. "Yes, since we met." She laughed and shook her head again, flinging her hair into my eyes. "The last guy I was with was just as skeptical, you know. Once I told him. 'No, you said you were special!'" Her voice was high and mocking. "What a dope!"

Kissing me on the nose, Felicity got her hands under herself and pushed... puuuushed up to her knees. She couldnít get her legs under her belly anymore without its girth spreading them, and something about the pose was instantly sexy to me, even as she laughed in my face. "The pills came from my first boyfriend. He DID develop them as erectile dysfunction fixes, but I don't think he had any problems getting it up. It was me he didn't find attractive." Her nose wrinkled. "But after his first test on himself, after I tasted his cum and wanted more, well. That was when I changed." The smile was gone now, and she was considering me with her dark brown eyes. "It's all in the pills. And you don't taste anywhere near as good if you don't have one in you, you know. Which is why it's so perfect that they don't just make me hotter to you, and they don't just make you addictively deliciousó" she shivered as she said it, trying to cup her elbows and only getting two armfuls of tit "óbut they massively increase your supply. Don't they?"

I involuntarily eyed my crotch, seeing the distant mountain of my balls. I could feel the sperm churning inside them, or at least thought I could. All of this from some weird experimental drug?

A fingernail dragged its way across my tight, sensitive skin, tracing along a massive testicle. Felicity was almost drooling as she considered me. "You're my sixth, you know. The others... well, I have to leave them, eventually. There's no way to have you take the pill and not have you grow a little." There was an odd sadness in her voice, but not in her eyes. Her eyes were laser-focused on my cock, which, despite my misgivings, despite the ill intentions in Felicity's voice, was slowly, ever so slowly, throbbing harder and longer. "It's only karma that eventually I'd meet someone who wanted me to grow, too. And boy, Jonny, have you made me grrrrrrow."

She almost growled the last word, and I couldn't help myself: every muscle in my body tensed up, my erect cock thrust at least a foot and half into the air. "What'll, hng, what'll you do?" I asked, gritting my teeth, trying to maintain control.

Only a tilt of a head indicated Felicity had even heard me. Instead she pushed herself awkwardly to the edge of the bed, her legs popping down to support her hugely rounded form before she waddled to the dresser. When she came back she had a pill in one hand, and she put it into my mouth without even needing to ask me to open.

"I guess I'll obey my body," she said, eyes lighting up as the pink veins clouded my vision.

Now that I had an idea of what was going on, of what had been changing my body over the past week, I imagined that I could feel it happening. The mystery drugs dissolved on my tongue, seeping into my bloodstream, fast-tracking through my veins, past my glands, waking up every nerve in my body, putting my brain into overdrive as one line of inquiry filled my thoughts:

1. Fuck
2. Be fucked
3. Orgasm
4. Do it again
5. Improve on the process

And the rest of my body responded. Saliva almost poured from my mouth at the sight of Felicity, as her great, swollen breasts, dotted in freckles and blue veins and weeping milk, rolled off of the mountain of her belly and pushed around my throbbing, swelling dick. My sense left me as the heat from her tits completely enclosed my ropy, veiny shaft, leaving only the head, now the size of a plum and a perfect purple to match. Through my flickering vision I swore I could see it swelling bigger, throbbing with my increasing heart rate, while below the burning curve of her belly pushed into my heavy, aching balls. It would grow, too, wouldn't it? I wanted it to. I wanted her to get bigger with me, to swell and round and cry out in need for me just like I wanted her.

Her tongue licked along my cockhead and then her mouth clamped on before even my first spurt of pre-cum could be released.

And, after I cameóa long, bucking process, where her tight tits squeezed as many ounces of sperm out of me and into her willing mouth, where I couldn't focus my eyes, let alone my thoughts, only dig my fingers into her ruined sheets and hold on while Felicity's body kicked with another touch-less orgasmóI realized that I was nothing more than a machine to her. A means to an end. It was obvious, really, and should have been from the moment the first handcuff had clicked, but it was an important thing to focus on, to feel: I was a prisoner. Not just for a day, but for as long as she could reach my cockhead.

But how would I get out?

I gritted my teeth as I felt my changes take hold, my cock softening to an absurdly long length. I had felt those last few inches as they ripped down my erection, pushing me longer, further, harder to please my mistress, rising up from my crotch like a skyscraper. I had felt my balls swelling, readying themselves for the next go-around. And my dick was so ready, now, as its flaccid meat slapped back against my stomach and chest, now almost long enough to tickly my chin. My legs were being forced apart, anything to not touch the ultra-sensitive skin of my throbbing, growing testicles.

How would I get out?

Felicity's finger drew down the length of my balls in what was becoming a familiar touch, her eyes glistening in what could have been hunger, longing, or some sick poetic reverie. "Such a big boy," she breathed, her chest heaving, pushing her tits nearly up to her chin. "Big enough for me." Then her eyes closed again, her brows furrowing in growing anticipation, and her tits began to swell, to rise like dough. One of her hands was reaching out, squeezing her tits in so that she could brush her fingers against a nipple still dripping milk, but the growth was almost too fast, and her teats would be out of reach soon. Just like her belly, which was doing its part to expand outward, outward, rounding and pushing its way between her legs, against my body, growing millimeter by millimeter as Felicity rubbed the tanned, smooth skin, trying to reach a nipple.

Her eyes rounded on me. "I need you to milk me," she said, in a sultry voice. "But, god, it feels so good to be so full."

I wondered if that was part of my fantasy, too. Loved to be milked, but loved to be brimming with milk. "You're not going to be able to walk in a few days," I laughed, almost coming to my senses despite the drool dripping down my face. She was perfect, wasn't she? Everything I had ever desired, knowing or not.

Her nose wrinkled. "No?"

"No," I chuckled again, unable to contain my vengeful glee. "Youíll be trapped like me.

A look came over her and her mouth snapped closed. Working her knees, pushing backwards with her hands, she made her way off of the bed, one foot coming down, then another, before heaving the monstrosity of her belly off of the mattress. There was triumph written all over her face as I watched her rise, even as her perfectly round stomach dipped down nearly to her knees, extending outward several feet before curving back to give her enormous tits a resting place. Her spine was curved back so far that she was nearly looking at me between her cleavage.

Then there was a look of mischief in her eye, something venomous. "Maybe I won't, by Wednesday." And she was at her dresser, leaning over it sideways to get a pill bottle. Then, slow waddle by slow waddle, her belly shifting back and forth with her hips, she was standing by the bed, then sitting on it, leaning back with one hand to support her. "But neither will you."

And another pill went into my mouth.

Would I get out?

As the red-tinted fog enveloped my vision and all of my thoughts turned only to fucking, Felicity closed the door.

Meeting Notes 2017 08 01

2017-08-03T01:09:23Z

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It felt like an eternity before I could even catch my breath, before my weary heart stopped racing, and I dared to open my eyes. My tits were fucking massive. They jutted away from my body like a pair of pink, swollen zeppelins, my bust now at least two feet broader than it had been minutes before, and rising so high that all I could see of Sadie was her head, my breasts so outrageously distended that sitting like this they rose more than a foot higher than the top of my head. I wanted to feel them, but I was afraid; my skin was drawn so tight that I felt like even the most delicate touch might be enough to make be burst. The veins beneath my skin still stretched across my enormous globes, now pulled so tight I swear I could see them throbbing in time with my pulse. If Sadie shared any of my fears, she hid it well.

“Mmm, now that's more like it,” she said, bending over as she ran her fingers down the upper hemisphere of my tumescent bosom, “And look, you didn't explode after all, so all's well that ends well. Here, since we're done with the evening's entertainment, let me give you a little more growing room.”

I felt her tugging at the clamp that attached me to the pump; every pull threatening to overwhelm my dangerously overfilled breasts. With a pop, the clamps came free, and I cried out in pleasure and pain as my nipples expanded to what felt like several times larger than before.

“Ooh, look at that,” Sadie purred, giving one of my rock-hard peaks a squeeze which, I realized, was so impossibly fattened that her fingers didn't reach all the way around it anymore, “I never would have guessed that those little pencil erasers you were sporting a week and a half ago could withstand being blown up as large as overripe plums. Oh, but you're in for a treat next time you're due for milking.”

“Oh, please, be gentle,” I sighed, the aftershocks of delight still coursing through my body threatening to blaze back into something more every time she touched me, “I feel like my boobs are going to burst.”

“You're not far off,” Sadie said proudly, “If I'd gone ahead and added another five pumps just for good measure, I think they just might have. But how rude of me to leave you in suspense like this, surely you're just dying for the full report?”

“Oof, report of what?” I asked, struggling in vain to keep my head clear.

“Well, like I told you before, after you reach a certain size, there's no amount of growing that doesn't come with a cost, and you, my dear Persephone, have paid for an awe-inspiring amount of growth tonight,” she said, sounding curiously impressed, “Yours are just about the most spectacularly overfilled breasts I've ever laid eyes on. You've got stretchmarks all across the underside of your bosom and up nearly to your arms on each side, bright red and I swear I can see them spreading out every time you so much as inhale. Your poor areolae are split right through with them, like white starbursts streaking out around your nipples, that tender, aching skin around them straining so awfully it’s all I can do to keep myself from touching you there.”

“Oh, please, it's just too much for me to hold,” I begged, “Can't you let some of the air out? Deflate me a little just so I'm not just right at the brink of popping?”

“Ah, I almost wish I could do that, just because you look so absolutely adorable sitting there flinching every time you do so much as glance at your overinflated twins, “Sadie said, sounding like she didn't quite mean it, “But I'm afraid what's done is most permanently done. And this is just what you've got to enjoy right now; breasts this big might be bought all at once, but your payment is definitely on the installment plan.”

“Wait, what do you mean?” I asked, near panic.

“Well, everything I told you is just what your breasts have had to suffer through a few minutes after growing and before you've so much as moved from that spot,” Sadie explained, almost sounding sorry for me, “If you think your tits have been through the wringer right now, just imagine what you've got to look forward to next time they're full of milk too, or how once you actually start moving around all those ponderous pounds of flesh are going to exact their price on your aching, overinflated breasts, not to mention your back. Believe me, my dear, you'd better hope you and your girlfriend have come into some good luck in your search, or tomorrow night you'll really find out what being overfilled to bursting feels like.”

I woke up, sunlight just beginning to filter in through the blinds, the sheets of Elena's bed knotted around my body and soaked with lust and fear. There was no sign of Ell, and as my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized there was no room for her either; my breasts were every inch as wide as her mattress. They were so heavy against my chest I could barely breathe; I wondered if I was actually having a heart attack. I was wide awake, so much bigger than I had been when I'd come to bed, and I was about to burst.

Finances

2017-08-03T01:07:15Z

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My tits were literally bigger than barns, with nipples bigger than semi trucks. They were so big, I simply used my own boobs as a bed. A crane built into the ceiling was needed for me to move anywhere.
But before I get talking too much about my life now, I should probably tell you how I got to be like this.
My name is Juliana, and I wasn’t always more tit than woman. Growing up, I had developed like any other girl. When I turned twenty, my boobs could hardly be called C-cups. I liked my cute little boobs, but I always wished for more. Bigger just seemed like more fun, and I wanted to feel sexier, in my own way. After my first two years at university, I replied to an ad for an experiment at the local branch of a big pharmaceutical company. They wanted young women to test a hormone treatment designed to stimulate temporary lactation, to aid new mothers in breastfeeding. The treatment was supposed to last for two weeks, and promised a permanent increase of a cup size or two.
So I volunteered, and began the treatment. It was great! The promised cup sizes arrived almost overnight! I was so happy – I immediately went out and bought a whole new wardrobe. My poor credit card almost melted. Hours and hours were spent trying everything on – I even bought a bunch of new shoes, which you’ll find out I adore.
I needn’t have bothered though. I started the treatment on a Monday – by Thursday I had grown too big for even my new wardrobe. My cute C-cups were easily double Gs, big, round and full. I made a few phone calls, and by Thursday afternoon I was taken to see the in-house doctor at the pharmaceutical company. I was examined for all of fifteen minutes before the doctor rushed out, bringing back a whole bunch of med techs a few minutes later. I had blood drawn, lights shined in my eyes, questions asked, was poked and prodded, everything. Even a few scans in this really big machine that looked sort of like an MRI.
Then, I was allowed to re-dress and was taken to see the CEO. With a grim expression on his face, he explained to me what was happening. Something in the treatment had caused my genes to mutate – my boobs were swelling bigger, and weren’t likely going to stop. Like, ever.
Apparently the drug was causing my breasts to produce and store massive amounts of milk in a very lightweight way- I’ll admit, I didn’t understand most of what he said. But what caught my attention was his offer; his company would assume all my living costs in exchange for allowing myself to be monitored, and to agree to not sue the company. I agreed.
So now, I get everything I need for free. Sweet deal, eh?
That first month, I grew from C-cups to sizes that would make strippers jealous. I looked like I was smuggling basketballs around in my shirts. I would pass women on the street who just looked at me in disgust. I admit it hurt at first, but then I started to ignore them and really enjoy my body. Guys loved me! I could make even the strongest man whimper just by squeezing my huge boobs together gently.
I began to dress a little more provocatively – nothing slutty, just a few blouses that had deeper necklines, nice tight jeans, tall heels and boots. I continued my studies, and became quite well known around my campus; the really tall girl with huge boobs was hard to miss.
By the time graduation rolled around six months later, life was a different story. My beautiful tits had swollen to be much, much larger than beachballs. Heck, I looked like I had two beanbag chairs attached to my front. My massive mammaries hung past my knees, stuck out several feet in front of me and to the sides, and wobbled precariously when I walked. Walking was slow – despite my milk being “lightweight” having dozens of gallons sloshing around was still heavy. I had to have several surgeries to strengthen my back. Everything I wore was custom made – all paid for, and still somewhat sexy.
I had started to milk myself, and the pharmaceutical company opened up a sister company to sell my milk. Not sure how that was allowed, but it let me feel better and better about myself, like I was contributing.
I still loved going out – walking downtown in a plunging red dress was my favourite. I’d get dressed up in a super tight red evening gown, which hugged my thighs and ass before opening up the back, swooping out over my enormous tits, and ending with glittering rhinestone strings to keep my tits in the dress. I’d usually pair it with a 5 or 6” pair of Louboutin pumps, just for added effect. Guys would literally faint. I think a car accident happened once because of me. I just giggled – I loved the attention.
Sadly, the attention didn’t last. I was quickly seen as a freak, and guys lost interest in me. Soon after graduation I began to have mobility issues. My breasts soon touched the floor when I stood, and I had trouble seeing anything in front of me. My house was modified with extra wide doors, reinforced walls and floors, and accessible everything. I couldn’t work any longer, relying on the company and my milk production to support me. Basic things like even washing took forever. First I had to maneuver my six foot long breasts into the shower, turn on all four showerheads, then grab my long-handled loofah and spend an hour scrubbing my tits. It was hard to reach all over. A couple of times each shower I’d have to stop, because the sensation would feel so good it would distract me. My nipples would engorge, and I’d need to quietly touch myself to relieve just how hot my tits made me. Little streams of milk would spray from my nipples if I had an orgasm, which made the shower the ideal place to masturbate.
I was now giving dozens of gallons of milk a day from nipples way bigger than soup cans. Apparently my milk was being sold and donated as a means to combat starvation. I’d giggle thinking I was forcing beauty queens to come up with a goal other than “reduce world hunger”, since I literally was.
It was around then that I started abandoning clothes. Nothing really fit my huge breasts, and I was usually alone in my house, so there was no point. If I wanted to feel sexy I’d put on a pair of my favourite boots or heels – I still bought tons of those online. The FedEX guys were never late to my house ;)
And then about three months ago I got the biggest shock since this whole thing started. I woke up one morning to find myself literally doubled in size overnight! My huge tits had pushed me to a corner of my bedroom – I couldn’t see anything, let alone move. Thankfully I sleep with my phone in my cleavage, so I was able to call my doctor. Yet more tests came before he was able to tell me a bit of residual drug was working its way through my body, aggravating my condition. I was going to get a lot bigger, real quick.
He made a few phone calls, and before I knew it a working crew was all over, knocking down walls and preparing forklifts to move me – the company was moving me to a specially modified airship hangar renovated to be lived in.
The thought that my boobs needed to be moved by forklift was so exhilarating! I was the girl with the fifteen foot breasts! Just thinking about it turned me on! As soon as I was alone in my new home, I had a hot and wild night all to myself. My poor tits made quite a mess – they spurted milk everywhere with each orgasm, and even swelled a bit too. That was the first night I used my tits as a mattress; before I had always slept on my side, with my boobs hanging off the side of my bed and supported by pillows. Sleeping on my tits was the softest and most comfortable sleep I had ever had. I certainly didn’t need pajamas at this point, since my boobs could keep me warm and I actually really enjoyed spending all my time completely naked. It was thrilling!

I started growing faster – my boobs gained several feet a day in diameter. One particularly amazing day saw me grow ten feet in an hour, and have a mind-blowing orgasm.
Once my growth began to slow back to what I considered ‘normal’, I was shown the crane on the ceiling. It would let me move about, to a certain extent. I was also told I was getting a roommate and assistant, but everyone was tight-lipped which made me insanely curious.
And finally, just yesterday I was told my current size – one hundred and fifty feet long! My beautiful tits were starting to flatten into more blimp shape, which was why they weren’t as tall. From my point of view all I could see was a mountain of breast-flesh, all soft and warm. I knew I was still growing, but little did I know that I had only just begun …