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Contains: BE, AE, Lactation, Mini GTS
18+ only
Chapter 2 - Vanilla Bean
Three months had passed by, and Milk ‘Ems had done a total 180º on their business model. Meg had quit her job and taken a remote position running the social media and marketing branches of the brand, and they were now a must-see visit for all influencers and tourists. A line around the block that lasted the entire day was the norm, but not every visitor was having the experience Meg had.
While Meg’s impressive growth had settled a bit and she could move around again, she was still sporting M-cups, an 80-inch ass, and a ball-gut that made her look 5-months pregnant - and she loved it. God, the look on her ex-coworker’s face when she came sauntering in to quit. God, it felt good.
Almost as good as milking her tits, which had become a daily ritual that always spiked whenever she had the special formula from the gals at the scoop shop. And that’s when it hit her - keep it ‘special’. Make it their secret menu. Who got to experience it? Only those in the know.
Meg went to fetish sites, sub-Reddits, and lactation forums and hinted to ‘something special’ going on at Milk ‘Ems. Largely, she went ignored, but those curious enough sent her a DM. Curious women, horny partners, hell, even mothers looking to induce - they wanted a change, and Meg set up the appointment.
After hours, the store would close, and the client would arrive under the cover of night. Meg and the three gals - Sherly, Bettey, and Kya - would greet the client and have a sit-down meeting to tailor their services to the client's needs. Once everyone was on the same page, Meg would whip out the extensive and strongly worded NDA to protect their proprietary formula, process the generous payment, and begin mixing the sundae that suited the client’s wishes.
These tales are of the notable clients who pushed the Milk ‘Ems crew to new heights and depths of depravity. For the anonymity of the clients, while concealing their identities and using code names.
CLIENT: VANILLA BEAN
Meg was doing her nightly ritual of milking herself while answering emails, eventually leading to a ride on her Sybian. It was hard not to get turned on frequently throughout the day. With people constantly oggling her, her fat thighs rubbing her plush pussy, and her constantly full tits - she felt like a walking sex object.
She’d regularly needed to excuse herself to the bathroom at Milk Em’s to finger herself to get her hormones under control. She’d gotten quite good at dealing with it quickly, but two finger fuck sessions today weren’t enough.
Her cunt was leaking all over the seat of the sex device as it vibrated her clit. Meg would crank up the speed of her vibrator while also increasing the suction power on her milking machine. That was heavenly, and she was sure she’d get noise complaints from her neighbors from her screams. It’s easy to ignore those complaints when you feel this good and are this sexy.
She couldn’t hold back any further; the speed only increased, and cum leaked out of her like a faucet. “Oh fuck, yes! Fuck my fat pussy! Make me fucking cum!” She gripped her fat belly, rubbing it and thinking of it growing again. “God, I need you bigger. Grow again. Even bigger! Fuck! Smother me! Pin me to the ground! Oh fuck!”
That did it - Meg had grown to be quite a fan of expansion content, and now she couldn’t get enough of the idea of getting even bigger again. She knew she had to be careful and not end up getting stuck in her apartment from growing too big, too fast.
She extracted herself from her sex toy, nearly slipping in a pool of her own cum. She tasted some with her finger, moaning at how sweet she tasted. Meg unlatched from the milking machine and noted the capacity had been reached - 3 gallons. “Good job, ladies,” she remarked, shaking her tits.
After cleaning up her mess and showering off, she returned to a fresh request in the inbox.
Subject: Is this real?
Body: Hi.
Is this real!? I have to know!!! I’m desperate!!! I will meet you ASAP!!!!!!! Please!!! I need this!!!!!
(VANILLA BEAN)
“Whoa, somebody needs to take a chill pill,” she remarked while preparing a response. She’d gotten some very interesting clients in the past few weeks since they started, but Meg knew she needed to be careful with crazies.
Subject: Meeting Schedule
Body: Hi VANILLA BEAN,
Thank you for reaching out. Yes, all that you’ve heard is real, but any specific details would need to be arranged in person. To begin, we will need a deposit of $500, which will be returned to you if you choose not to move forward.
Meg sent the banking information to Vanilla Bean and nearly instantly received a payment for the deposit. Well, quite a lot more than the deposit. Meg was speechless and stunned until the computer pinged with a new email.
Subject: Meet Tomorrow!
Body: I sent $10,000 to secure a meeting tomorrow!!! I don’t care how much this is, I need this!!!
“Jesus Christ, dude,” Meg breathed, feeling her own massive tits shake with every little movement. God, she loved that.
Subject: See you tomorrow
Body: Hi VANILLA BEAN,
This is quite excessive, but we appreciate your enthusiasm. Please arrive at Milk ‘Ems tomorrow after 10 pm, and we can talk about the next steps. Thank you for your discretion.
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The next day, Meg prepped the three girls on the possibility of an emotionally disregulated woman coming in, but they didn’t seem worried. Sherly remarked, “Meg, honey. We’ve got a combined weight of 2000 lbs between the four of us. I’d like to see someone who’d be able to take us on.”
Meg laughed, hugging Sherly back when the frantic knock came at the door. Meg carefully peered behind the curtain to see a hooded figure of a woman trying to hide her identity. Meg let the woman in, but not before confirming it was, in fact, Vanilla Bean.
It was, she didn’t look a thing like Meg, or the woman they were expecting. VB was gorgeous - a young 20-something, Latina, with perfect skin and a perfect body. Honestly, they almost thought VB had already gotten into their ice cream supply when they saw the size of her enormous ass. Her hips were nearly as wide as Meg's, but nothing to speak of in the chest department.
“Wait…do I know you?” Kya asked.
“Kya, please,” Betty snapped. “Descretion, remember?” Kya looked embarrassed and apologized.
“It’s ok, really. Yes, I’m , and you’ve probably seen me before,” VB trailed off.
“Wait,” Meg paused. “You’re on that Lifetime show, aren’t you? What’s it called?!”
“(redacted show title)? Yes… That’s me,” VB confirmed.
“Holy shit! How did you find out about us?” Sherly asked, stunned.
“I’ve been looking for any natural solution to my… issue for years, and once I saw the post on r/BreastExpansion, I had to know if it was true.” VB looked nervous, but it was hard to look away from her natural beauty. Her face had the perfect proportions, and her ass had to be natural, not a BBL - every wobble was so intense, like an overfilled water balloon.
“Well, let’s talk,” Meg reset everyone and guided VB to the vintage couch, and offered her some water. VB’s ass took up almost the entire two-seater. The other women brought out their custom fold-out chairs, reinforced for their prodigious sizes. “What do you need help with, Ms. VB?”
“I just can’t take it anymore! All these fake bitches only keep trying to steal my fucking thunder, and I’m not going down easy!” VB was at an 11 out of 10 in terms of anger.
“Whoa, hold on,” Sherly held up her hands. “Who are you referring to?”
“All these fake Instagram sluts are getting all this fake work done to look like me. This is my natural look, and they think they can replicate me?!” VB was still very upset.
“What are these Instagram… ‘sluts’ doing exactly? Copying your fashion?” Meg was confused, but was trying to calm VB down.
VB dug into her purse and pulled out her phone. Clicking around, she revealed a photo album filled with bikini-clad models. Each one had a more and more impressive ass, easily bigger than VB and Meg, but clearly they were exaggerated implants. Not just that, they also had their breasts done, beating VB by at least 12 cup sizes.
“So… you think they’re trying to steal your spotlight with these expensive implants?” Meg asked.
“They’re calling themselves the next Vanilla Bean! They’re literally trying to steal my likeness. But not anymore - you’re gonna help me.” VB looked determined now, the crazed look in her eyes not fading.
“Ah, ok. So you’re looking to enhance your already impressive figure,” Sherly complimented. “What did you have in mind?”
“I want it all,” VB said quietly, but intensely. “I don’t want a single one of these bitches to think they can ever compare. I want to shut them the fuck up.”
“Ok,” Meg sounded excited by VB’s determination. “Before we go too much farther, you should know that we will need you to sign an NDA to protect us and our procedure, as well as make your full payment. Your deposit will go towards this, but we’d still need more to cover what you’re asking-” VB cut Meg off.
“I’ll pay whatever you ask if you can do what you say you can do.” VB stared deeply into Meg’s eyes. “You make me grow, make me into the goddess I am, then I’ll buy each of you your own mansions. I don’t give a shit.”
Sherly, Kya, Betty, and Meg all shared a glance and a nod, agreeing to proceed. With NDA’s signed and payments sent soon after, Vanilla Bean explained exactly what she was looking for. The women loved the ambition, but continuously checked in with VB to make sure she understood what she was asking for. VB nodded, demanding they get started immediately. The women nodded and got to work.
“Love her drive,” Sherly whispered to Meg while she began preparing the massive vat of milkshake that was tailored to VB’s request. After 30 minutes and many requests to move faster from VB, it was ready.
“We will need to monitor your procedure to ensure all goes as planned, and if you change your mind at any point, we can administer the antidote,” Betty explained, wheeling over 4 barrels with hoses attached to each.
“There won’t be any doubts,” VB smiled, snatching the hose from Betty and started sucking immedtialy.
“Hold on, hold on. I need to turn it on first,” Kya scrambled to power on the motors for the pump, and in an instant, the milkshake was flowing. It always took the client a moment to get the hang of the funnel feeding, but VB was a pro. In a minute, her gut was already distended to the size of a basketball, and in 3 minutes, it was the size of a watermelon.
But, due to her very specific request, that’s as far as it grew. Her body had begun processing the ingredients, and her real growth was beginning. The four women watched VB as her ass began pressing against the confines of her yoga pants, tears appearing by the second.
VB’s thick, muscular thighs that she’d worked so hard on were softening and growing thicker quickly. She could only let out small moans between gulps, but she was clearly enjoying herself. Her hips had reached the armrests on the two-seater and kept growing over the lip. The couch creaked, but Meg had the foresight to have it reinforced for their clientele.
The second growth started soon after - her breasts. Perfect B-cups were bulging out of VB’s sports bra, quickly reaching H-cups and not slowing down. VB could decide if she should be rubbing her gut, her growing hips, or her new tits.
The growth only accelerated when the final growth stage began. It was clear VB was sitting taller due to her growing ass, now covering the entire couch and reaching the walls, but now her entire being began growing toward the ceiling. The 5-foot cutie was reaching 6 feet in minutes and not slowing down.
“Mmmm-yes,” VB was able to squeak out as she shoved a hand down her pants, trying to finger herself. Once at 7 feet, a loud crunch rang out in the room. It was the couch, but the floor beneath it. The food panels snapped like balsa wood under her growing form - Meg would need to keep that in mind for future clients.
“Mmm -fuck—mmm,” VB was having trouble. Even though her workout attire had snapped off moments ago, she could reach her hands between her enormous thighs to reach her pussy. The couch was holding her back. She grabbed Meg, the closest to her, and pulled her to her teat.
Meg didn’t need more instruction and began sucking and massaging the yoga ball-sized tit. VB moaned even louder, clearly cumming from the slightest touch. She waved over Kya, who eagerly latched onto her other tit. VB was hitting 8 and a half feet when her growth began to slow, but the girls wanted VB to end this with a bang. Meg shoved her arm past her thighs, finding her plump pussy and teasing VB’s engorged pussy. With a dry hiss, the barrels had been finished, and VB dropped the hose, but the growth was still finishing.
Her hips were pressed firmly against either wall, nearly 10 feet across. One of her tits could easily cover the hood of a car, and both could probably crush one. At 9 feet, she was a true goddess now, and once she came, her cry could be heard for blocks.
VB shoved Meg’s arm in deeper, slipping it into her pussy. Meg had never felt her forearm inside someone, but she loved it. Fucking it inside and out faster, VB shook in ecstasy. She squeezed Kya and Meg’s heads against her chest, making it impossible for them to breathe.
It wasn’t until Kya passed out that VB released them. While she caught her breath, Meg tended to Kya, who regained consciousness a few minutes later.
“Sorry about that,” VB’s voice was a bit deeper now, rich and almost dripping with every word. She was flawless - a literal fertility goddess brought to life. With a lot of work, she was able to stand full upright and fully naked inside the storefront. “You are miracle workers,” she said as she grabbed the complimentary tarp. Normally, the women provided robes, but clothes of this size were going to be hard to come by.
Vanilla Bean wasn’t worried about ordering custom clothes and had even already put in the order before they’d begun. Each step shook the store, and things began falling off cabinets and shelves as VB exited through the double doors.
Well, she got stuck halfway before the women had to start pushing. Her oversized hips dented in the doorway, but that had been priced out in the initial quote - VB wasn’t the first to cause some damage in the store. VB thanked them again, even picking up Meg and Kya and kissing them. Meg was caught off guard, but did enjoy being shoved between the massive chest of a mini giantess.
“I’d like to see one of those bitches come at me now,” VB pressed her couch-sized tits together, and turned to show off the true masterpiece - an ass that could easily stop a runaway bus if it collided with her. VB walked off into the night, making car alarms go off when she stepped too close. Her hips would knock into trees and light posts, but the women weren’t worried - VB had the money, resources, and confidence to make her life work at this size.
Meg ordered the repairman to stop by in the morning before they opened to fix the floor, door, and any other damage from VB. She helped close up with the other women before heading home and fucking herself like crazy to the thought of VB fully dominating her. Towering over her, forcing Meg’s arm deep into her pussy, smothering Meg with her monster ass, forcing Meg to suck her tis - Meg was coming quickly to that thought.
Meg lay in bed, catching her breath after squirting all over her dildo. Checking her phone, she noticed a missed email. It was VB.
She wanted to have Meg over for drinks soon, as a thank you. How could Meg say no?
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