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Contains: Weight gain, BE, weight gain, AE, weight gain, lactation, and weight gain.
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Every Friday, it was my treat. I had been working a shitty job for shitty pay with shitty people - so before I go back to my shitty studio apartment, I got myself a milkshake.
And I didn’t hold back - I would do The Works. Multiple flavors, different mix-ins, syrups, and toppings - all in the biggest container they sold. Hell, I would buy it in a bucket if they offered.
I walked down the alley from my work, crossing bustling streets and parks until I saw it on the horizon. Like an island on the horizon - my oasis. Milk ‘Ems.
They were never as busy as they should be, but they were always so glad to see me when I came in. As I walked up, I checked myself out in the reflection of the window. My gaunt face looked like a sickly Victorian ghost, and my power business suit looked like it was hanging off my skeletal frame. Some women would compliment my high cheekbones, but I would just roll my eyes. I was just a skinny gal, and I would give anything to be as curvy as her coworkers.
Showing off their perky, bulging tits with their breedable hips - oof, I could feel myself getting turned on. “Cool your jets, Meg,” I whispered to myself. I brushed my curly red hair out of my face, tying it above my head in a messy bun, and tried to pull the wrinkles out of my suit.
All it did was make it clear I was a no-tit, no-ass loser. “Stop being mean to yourself,” a quiet voice in my head would whisper, but I ignored it. I approached the door, practiced my fake smile, and pulled the door open.
“MEG!” The three workers behind the counter called out my name like I was a regular patron at a TV sitcom bar from a bygone era. My fake smile turned into a real one. “Get in here, girl!”
Sheryl, the curviest woman I’d ever seen, waved me over to the ice cream display. Each flavor looked delectable, and the refrigerated case felt good through my clothes as I leaned against it. “Hey girl!” I didn’t have to fake excitement; I truly loved Sheryl, Betty, and Kya.
Each woman was plump, curvy, and confident, but that wasn’t why Meg loved them so much. They were happy, and they wanted to share that happiness with others, especially Meg. “What’s got ya down, girl?”
Meg could only sigh.
Kya piped up, “Those skinny bitches at work again?”
Meg nodded. “They get every promotion, every opportunity, and I’m like a … ghost. And they’re not skinny, Kya!”
Meg laughed along with the other women. All women looked skinny compared to these SSBBW goddesses. They didn’t mind showing off their prominent cleavage in their cow-spot patterned tops. They really leaned into the cow theme, and Meg loved it. They looked goofy, but they owned it.
“Bring one of them here, and I’ll show them what real curves look like,” Betty bumped chests with Sheryl, their watermelon-sized tits jiggling like overfilled balloons. The sound of their breasts hitting sent a shiver of arousal down Meg’s spine, but she brushed it off. She could help it if she liked her women… big.
“I think I just need the usual, before I go cry myself to sleep,” Meg dryly laughed, pretending it wasn’t the truth. She would suck down her milkshake order, change into sweats, watch the same show she always does, hoping it’ll make her feel better, and then cry herself to sleep when she thinks about her life.
“Uh-uh, honey. None of that today!” Sherly wagged her finger in Meg’s face, then bopped her on the nose. “We have something special for you!” Sherly flipped around a placard on the counter - a small whiteboard - that just had the offer ‘Supersize Your Order TODAY!’
“Supersize?” Meg asked, but the ladies were already going to work.
“Don’t worry, honey. We got you covered,” Betty blew a kiss and winked as she scooped endless scoops into a blender. Kya was busy mixing the syrups while Sherly got the toppings - fresh cut strawberries, gummy candy, chocolate bits - everything Meg loved.
“Actually, ladies,” they turned to look at little, meek Meg. “Double it.”
“Oh, honey. What do you think ‘Supersize’ means?” They all laughed.
“I know,” Meg stopped them. “Double it. Go to town.”
The ladies whoa-ed and hollered. “Yes, girl! Do it! Get it!” They chanted and sang to a beat all their own. Meg even danced along with them. She felt a warmth that she hadn’t felt in… god, she couldn’t remember.
The women clicked on tunes while they got to work blending, mixing, chopping, and stirring, all while chatting with Meg. Making her feel heard, feel seen. “You know, honey,” Betty remarked, “There’s always a place for you here.”
“Oh, Betts, you’re too kind. I just can’t up and quit… right?” Meg asked, genuinely. The thought of working with these women seemed like a dream come true, but it was still a dream.
“Hon, do you think we all wanted to be working at a milkshake parlor when we were your age?” Kya shouted from the store room. “We all had our own careers, our own lives, but fate brought us together when we started working on a project together.”
“You worked together before this?” Meg asked.
“Oh yes. At Foster’s, off Route 971. You familiar?” Sherly asked as she dumped a handful of peanut butter nibs into a blender.
Meg searched her memory. “Fosters? You mean… the biomedical lab?”
The women all nodded in unison, giggling together. “We were working on animal biology, focusing on population growth. We stumbled upon something special that inspired us to quit and start this little endeavor.” Betty explained as she returned with a tub of Rocky Road.
“With our little ‘discovery’, we were able to open this place ourselves.” Sherly winked.
“I don’t understand,” Meg looked confused.
“Oh, don’t you worry, hon. Just know that there are fat, happy, milky cows all over the country thanks to our work, which gives us all the ice cream we could ever ask for.”
“Wow, that’s impressive,” Meg said blankly. She was impressed, but truly didn’t understand. “I don’t think I could ever accomplish anything on that scale. I just work in marketing…”
“Oh hush, Meg!” Kya shouted when she finished blending her ingredients. “You’d be a game changer here. We need to get the word out, and you could help.”
Meg blushed as the women began packaging up the two tubs of milkshake she had ordered. They looked nearly the size of sports drink canteens you’d see poured on coaches after their team won the championship. Thankfully, these curvy babes had added handles and wheels to these barrels, so Meg could drink while wheeling them home.
“Will you at least consider our offer? Come work for us. You can put us on the map!” Betty begged as she wheeled the contents from behind the counter.
“I’ll… I don’t know, gals.” Meg shied away.
“Uh-uh, don’t get quiet on us.” The other two women came around the counter and surrounded Meg. They formed a group hug and squeezed her tight, and Meg adored it. It was safe in this prison of fat tits and bellies, wiggling and shaking and quaking around her. The tightness and weight from these immense women was deeply arousing. She thanked the women, wiping the tears from her eyes with her one free hand, while the other was pinned beneath a sea of tits.
“Don’t worry, honey. Things will… work out. We’ve got a good feeling,” Sherly grabbed Meg’s shoulders and looked deep in her eyes. “Enjoy these on the house. We even added a special ingredient that we think you’d enjoy.”
“Sheryl, I can’t let you do that.” Meg was near tears again, but Sheryl held a finger to her lips.
“Uh-uh. Hush. Shut it. You’re going to take these home and enjoy them in your own time. You’re going to think about what we said about working for us, and you’re going to stop feeling sorry for yourself. You’re a strong, brave, beautiful woman, and you deserve to be happy. Say it with me!”
Meg rolled her eyes, embarrassed by any attempt to raise her spirits.
“Come on, girl. You deserve to be happy. Say it!”
“I deserve to be happy,” Meg whispered.
“Come on, twig, spit it out. You deserve to be happy!”
“I deserve to be happy.”
“Louder,” Kya and Betty shouted in unison behind Meg.
“I deserve to be happy!”
“Again,” the three curvy women shouted.
“I DESERVE TO BE HAPPY!”
“You’re god damn right you do!” Sherly kissed Meg on the cheek and patted her shoulder. “Now go enjoy our gift and have a fun evening, girl.”
Meg laughed as she wiped her tears away once again and nabbed the handles to her barrels of milkshakes. Her little arms could barely move them, but once they were tilted on their side, it was much easier with the wheels.
“Don’t forget,” Kya said as she approached, sliding a straw into each barrel and slipping them into Meg’s mouth. “You should start enjoying your weekend now, not later.”
Meg nodded in thanks and pulled the barrels out the front door with the ladies' help. Meg always wondered how these women, with their round bellies and fat tits, could ever fit through this door. Her thoughts didn’t last long once the milkshake hit her tongue.
She almost fell over in ecstasy at the taste. It was… everything. Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry. Gummy and crunchy. Every single flavor Meg loved was all perfectly in harmony, with a hint of something else beneath it all, tying it all together.
She almost cried again in joy from the flavor. She walked down the street, fully oblivious to the stares and gaping maws of gobsmacked city-goers as this woman hauled two plastic barrels down the street.
Each sip was another burst of happiness in her brain and body. She could feel her gut filling as she arrived at her apartment, but she couldn’t stop drinking. An astonished resident held the door open as Meg wheeled in her treat, unaware he was there. She was moaning between sucks as her gut ballooned out. Each swallow, another inch to her belly. It was doming out with a glug and gurgle, stretching the buttons on her dress shirt.
Meg leaned against the elevator walls, eyes closed, sucking down faster and faster. Her gut was looking 3-month pregnant, and she was only going faster. Her pussy drenched her panties, and her moans were growing more sexual by the second. The ding from the elevator arriving on her floor forced her eyes open as she headed for her apartment.
It took some maneuvering to get the barrels inside, but it didn’t stop her from sipping the whole time. Just as she slammed the door shut, her first button popped off.
“Fuck, yes!” She said, still drinking. Thanks to her small studio, she was able to immediately sit on her bed with the barrels parked in front of her. She lay back and rubbed her swollen midsection as she kept drinking. Instead of cold from the ice cream, she felt a warmth growing inside her. “Yes,” she thought, “More!”
So focused on her belly, now rounding out to 9 months with twins and sloshing with each stroke of her hand, she didn’t notice her pants growing tighter around her ass. Her hips were packing on pounds at a rapid pace, only slightly behind her breasts.
Well, Meg wouldn’t have described her chest as ‘tits’ before today, but they were quickly passing C-cups. Only once they burst the remaining buttons on her shirt did she open her eyes to see.
“Fuck! What is…” she couldn’t finish, her pants bursting open distracted her. Her gut towered over her like a yoga ball overinflating on her chest, while her tits lay on either side of her gut. They were clearly growing with each suck of the shake, but staying firm the whole time. Almost like… they were filling with something.
If Meg weren’t so turned on, she would have been able to put two and two together. Instead, she was using whatever strength she had to hump her plumped-up body on her bedpost. “Bigger! Fuck yes! More!”
She could barely hump due to the sloshing of her monster gut, but her growing ass and thighs made her pussy squeeze tighter by the second. Her cunt was oozing cum as she sucked harder and harder, faster and faster.
“Fuck, yes! Cum! I’m going to cum. Bigger. Show all those curvy bitches at work whose small.” Meg pictured pinning one of her work bullies with her gut while it continued to grow. Forcing one of them to suck her tit while the other rubbed her ass.
“Worship me, you skinny bitches!” She screamed in her head, only coming out as a moan in the real world. She was close, and this orgasm was going to be big.
“I have to… finish…” She sucked as much as she could, not noticing her bed creaking louder and louder as she packed on the pounds. Meg slapped her gut, reaching for anything to grab as her orgasm was about to arrive. She grabbed her S-cup milkers, squeezing them as tight as she could as she started to cum. Her thighs squeezed the post so hard she snapped it in half.
The hose finally ran dry, falling from Meg’s mouth as she screamed. Louder than any orgasm before, gripping her tits like a vice. That’s what they needed - milk trickled from her teats before turning into jet streams. She blasted the walls of her shitty apartment as her bed crumbled beneath her.
“Yes! Fuck! Bigger! Big!” She panted as she came down from the best feeling of her life. She couldn’t see straight. It took her over 20 minutes to sit up and eventually stand, unsure how that was even physically possible at her size.
Her gut was as big as a recliner chair, sticking out over five feet from her body and tight as a drum. She moaned from the slight discomfort, rubbing it to soothe herself. Her tits were bigger than the two barrels that had started all this, and there was no way her bubble butt was fitting through her doorway. She would need it widened significantly, but she didn’t care.
Meg… was happy. She loved what she saw in the mirror, even with the tattered remains of her clothes, bed, and belongings around her. With some careful stretching, she was able to grab her phone.
Almost on cue, a text came in. It was ‘Milk ‘Ems’.
S: So… did you like the upgrade?
Meg smiled at Sherly’s message.
S: You open to taking our offer, yet? There’s more where that came from…
Meg looked in the mirror one more time and smiled.
M: When can I start?
THE END?