COOKIES & CREAM
Meg was possibly getting too comfortable with how frequently her body would change and grow from the milkshakes and scoops from Milke ‘Ems. One weekend, she’d be sporting a chest that would catch in any doorway, the next she’d have an ass destined to destroy a wooden booth in a restaurant, and the week after, you could actually hear the milk sloshing around in her udders. As if they were begging to be milked, and it wasn’t hard to find a volunteer.
After a few texts with Vanilla Bean (codename for anonymity), they found a regular meeting time every Tuesday night where Meg would slip her arm deep inside VB, forearm fucking her until the mini giantess would squirt all over Meg’s tits. They’d then switch to VB, lifting Meg onto VB’s belly and latching onto Meg’s tits. Meg always made sure to come nice and full for Vanilla Bean, making sure she drained her completely. Meg would even watch this statue of a woman as her belly would actually round out from the intense flow of milk from Meg’s breasts.
She loved how addicted this literal Amazonian supermodel was to her body, and it would only get better from there. Especially after she met …
Cookie & Cream
We’ll refer to her as CC from this point forward. CC’s request especially caught Meg and the Milk ‘Ems’ girls' eye, and Meg reached out immediately to set up a consultation. Once payments and paperwork were signed away, CC made one last request - could she bring someone with her?
Meg was hesitant, but after working with their legal counsel to draft up paperwork for this person as well, the Milk ‘Ems girls agreed. Three nights later, right after their ‘Open’ sign was turned to close, there was a knock on the door. Two hooded figures were ushered inside quickly, and Meg led them to the booth that had turned into the regular meeting place for these talks.
CC pulled off her hood to reveal her gorgeous red locks of hair and perfect auburn freckles across her cheeks, all framing her dreamy green eyes. Her friend reveal themselves and introduced himself as CC’s husband. For the sake of his identity, we’ll call him MC. MC had no idea what was going on, but CC began explaining everything to all parties.
CC and MC have been and still are madly in love, but they’d hit a snag. Due to their jobs and schedules, their love life had fully dried up. They would each put in the effort to try to court the other, but something was missing. In couples counseling, they finally opened up about their sexual interests. It was refreshing, like there were these chapters in both of their lives that each was fully unaware of.
MC, while bashful and gentlemanly, admitted his deep love for breasts. The bigger, the better - and there was no size limit that he didn’t find fascinating. CC even requested to see some of his favorite porn, and once she saw the stash of illustrations and 3-D models of women’s breasts that defied physics, she felt something stir in herself.
Now, she did have breasts, but they were modest C-cups. Perky, with a great shape and bounce, but once she saw these, she needed to feel what it was like to be bigger. CC explained that MC never asked her to change herself, which is why he was so nervous to share this side of himself, but CC loved it. And as the conversation went on with Meg and the other ladies, it was becoming clear that CC may enjoy this fetish more than her husband.
“I’m sorry if this comes off rude to you, nice ladies, but honey, why are we telling these strangers our business?” MC was very red in the face from embarrassment, but CC just grabbed his hand to comfort him.
“Because, babe. I want to do something for you, for us.” She smiled, a tear in her eye, but then she grew more serious. More devious, even, when you looked in her eyes. “But really, babe. This is for me.” CC then pulled out her phone and showed the women photos that even made them gasp. CC was showing image after image of cartoon women with breasts the sizes of cars, buses, buildings - all while the woman stayed the same size. It was clear that these figures would never be able to walk again, which Betty pointed out, but CC just nodded her head in excitement.
“Don’t show these to him,” CC said, motioning to her husband. “But that’s what I want. God, I fucking want it so bad. I need to be bigger. I HAVE to be bigger.” CC’s hand gripped the table tightly, her breathing growing shallower. “Can you do it?”
“We just want to make this clear - we can do it, but we would advise against such an extreme alteration. That said, there is always an antidote we can offer for whenever this feels like it is too cumbersome,” Sherly explained carefully.
CC just nodded quickly and took her phone back. She flipped to one specific photo in her gallery and showed it to the women. “Let’s do it then. I can’t wait another second. I need this.” CC then turned and kissed MC deeply. It was clear the spark was back, and the women went to work on the milkshake CC would need. Similar to VB, multiple vats would need to be concocted to create enough volume to address such a drastic addition to CC’s body.
Meg thought that it was quite sweet to see a couple truly in love, and embracing each other’s interests and kinks. It was clearly riling up CC, and MC seemed very receptive. After about 30 minutes, five vats were wheeled out to the booth. “CC, you’ll need to sit in this chair away from the booth to ensure you don’t get trapped.”
“Trapped?” MC asked, but CC just squeezed his hand.
“Don’t worry, babe. Just enjoy,” CC kissed her husband’s cheek and took a seat in the provided chair. Kya attached the tubing to each vat and offered the end to CC.
“Now, if anything starts to feel off or you need to stop or take a break, just raise your hand. Understood?” Betty got a nod back from CC after the tub was in her mouth.
“Less dew eet,” she said around the large tube in between her lips, all while smiling. Sherly flipped the switch. The speckled ice cream, dotted with cookie bits like the freckles on CC’s face, raced down the girl’s throat.
It always took clients time to adjust to the flow of the milkshake, but after a few minutes, she was a pro. CC kept a hand on her belly as she felt it bulge from the intense flow of cream, but it never domed out like other cases. This was a special blend that was going straight to its target from her stomach. Instantly digested, the nutrients ran through CC’s system and flooded her tits, which began growing tighter by the second.
Moans slipped from CC’s lips, and MC looked worried. “Is she ok? This looks like it’s too much. How is this all supposed to fit in her body?” CC just held a hand to his chest and pointed for him to sit back down. He still stood there, but once he saw her shirt tenting out, he sat down in disbelief.
She wore a loose-fitting shirt, but had made one major flaw - her sports bra. CC had the forethought to remove a tight shirt, but not the bra that would soon snap off her body like a rocket. In gulps, the room watched her C-cups go to D’s, then G’s, the K’s. Her breasts were bulging around her tits like rubber bands trying to snap a watermelon. CC’s moans grew more intense, her legs moving together rapidly as one hand held the tube while the other tried to pull on her sports bra under her shirt.
“Don’t worry,” Sherly assured CC. “It won’t be long now.” As if a prophet, a large snap rang out in the room as the bra gave way. Her tits hung heavily on her chest as they tacked on mass by the second. CC couldn’t help but play with her tiny nipples as they grew more and more sensitive.
MC was clearly growing aroused as he watched his wife’s tits reach her lap, sitting nearly a foot and a half away from her belly. She nodded at MC and stared at his growing cock in his pants. The print was quite impressive, at least Meg thought so. Meg leaned over to MC, “You know… CC seems quite excited. Eager to please you.”
MC looked at Meg, confused.
“Why don’t you step closer to her? You should really feel how quickly she’s growing for you.” Meg’s words were like viagra to his ears. MC stepped closer, and CC grabbed him by the pants. Her oversized shirt was skin tight now as her breasts were finishing their second run through the alphabet sizes. CC rubbed his cock through his jeans, pointing to his zipper.
As he started taking his pants off, the first tears in CC’s shirt appeared. She just nodded, either in excitement or fear. “Are you ok, baby?” MC asked, his cock already out of his pants. CC’s eyes went wide, and her hand shot up.
“Oh shit, it’s too much!” Kya exclaimed as she rushed to the shut-off valve. Before she could turn it, Meg grabbed her hand and pointed ot CC’s. She wasn’t holding up a hand to stop the flow; she was pointing up emphatically.
“She wants more,” Meg slyly smiled. “Give her what she wants.” Kya, while nervous, loved when Meg was bossy. She kissed Meg on the cheek and doubled the speed of the flow. 2 vats down and onto the third, and CC’s tits were nearly to the floor.
Her shirt finally tore free once the flow was turned up, and CC immediately came. Her crotch was drenched as she reached out to MC’s cock and began jerking it. She grew tired quickly and just yanked him toward her chest as she now had to lean forward onto the ground. She grabbed his ass and guided him between her cleavage. It was so warm, so firm, so heavy - and CC started making MC fuck her tits.
“Oh, fuck, babe.” MC was in heaven as her tits grew around his cock. “You’re so fucking big.”
CC groaned in delight at his words as her tits were reaching the size of the rest of her body. She could no longer sit in the chair - either she was going to crush it, or the size of her tits would lift her out of it. CC stood up, with her tits firmly resting on the ground in front of her. They were enormous, nearing the size of two refrigerators attached to her chest.
She couldn’t reach MC anymore, but she was able to push him away. MC was confused as he was about to cum in his dream tits, but CC pointed to her backside. MC hurried behind her, pants still around his ankles, and was able to bend his wife over on her own tits for support. His cock slipped inside her pussy, already soaking wet from the multiple little orgasms she had as her tits were near couch-crushing size. The final vat was nearly empty, and MC was about to unload into his wife.
CC’s grunts became more desperate as she gripped the sides of her tits tightly. It was almost like they were too big now - too cumbersome - but she didn’t raise her hand. She just thrusted backwards into her husband harder and harder, begging for his seed.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t careful, and MC lost his footing. He fell backwards, and CC fell with him. They were pinned under two enormous tits, and that did it. MC was in heaven and unloaded load after load into CC’s womb. The tube went dry, and CC spat it out as her orgasm crested.
“YES! Cum for me! Fill me up! Your big fucking cow! Fuck! I feel like my tits are going to explode!” And they did as she came. Milk shot out of her tits like fire hoses, coating the walls with her thick, tasty liquid. MC kept cumming, CC kept cumming, and the milk kept coming.
10 minutes of non-stop milking, and her tits finally settled around the size of her own body. The four women were able to lift CC to a seated position and check them both for injuries. They were both fine, and Betty brought out two furniture dollies to fit under CC’s breasts. While she could now stand up, there was no way her back muscles could support tits like these. They were able to wrap them in towels to ensure CC’s nipples weren’t exposed to the cold night air, and they opened the nearly improved front entrance that rolled up like a garage door, to let the two love birds walk off into the night.
“Wow, I’m surprised she was able to get so small after all that,” Meg commented as she grabbed the mop and bucket.
“Oh, don’t worry, Meg, my dear,” Sherly assured her. “CC wanted to be huge, so we thought we’d give her the best of both worlds. She’ll be filling up with our finest milk by tomorrow night. MC is going to have his hands full.”
Meg smiled and then noticed the wetness between her own legs. And on her tits, too, for that matter. She pulled out her phone and texted VB.
“You thirsty?”
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