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alwaysbegrowing · 2 years

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The MILF Next Door

I’ve only been dating Janet for like two months, and if we split up I’d be heartbroken…because I might never get to lay eyes on her stepmom ever again. I don’t know her name, so I always just call her ‘Mrs. Henderson’ which she seems to like. I think she might be five feet nine inches tall, since she’s only a little shorter than me. She’s got long, gorgeous legs, a firm ass and her boobs are huge and firm, maybe as big as her head.. Were they fake? Maybe. Does it matter? Hell no.

Janet, on the other hand, is maybe five feet two inches to my five feet and ten inches. She’s not completely flat; there’s a little bit of boob to grab onto, and she has a cute little butt. I respect her as a person, but, if I’m sitting next to her, and Mrs. Henderson bends over to pour me a glass of milk and gives me a view of enough cleavage for me to lose a hand in…how can I not be turned on? I’m not a potted plant!

Today, I’m heading over to Janet’s place to help her cram for her upcoming engineering midterm exam. Imagine my surprise when I knock at the door and it’s not Janet that answers, it’s Mrs. Henderson. She’s dressed differently this time, in yoga pants and a sports bra. I’m practically giving myself a migraine maintaining eye contact with her actual eyes and not the inviting valley of cleavage below.

“Oh, hey! Come right in,” Mrs. Henderson chirped. I take a few steps in and the door closes…was that the lock, too? I don’t think about it too much as I set myself up at the dining room table.

“So, Janet isn’t home just yet…it’s just you and me,” I hear Mrs. Henderson say. Her voice has dropped an octave, which I’m trying not to think about too much until I look up at her. She’s approaching me slowly, hands on her hips. Her boobs look like they’re about to pop out of her bra, and then they do. I look down at the ground, at her bare feet.

“Oh, shit, s-sorry!” I’m stammering. It’s like I’m in a dream, or something. Then I notice her yoga pants rising higher on her legs, and it looks like her feet are starting to take up more room on the ground.

“It’s okay, I’ve seen the way you look at me,” I hear her voice from above me somehow. A finger pushes my chin up until I’m looking at a pair of tits twice the size of my head that totally block the view of Mrs. Henderson’s face. I'm as aroused as I’ve ever been when the sound of tearing fabric grabs my attention. Her legs have completely torn through her yoga pants, leaving her completely naked as she clearly wasn’t wearing any panties.

I notice she kneels down and sits flat on the ground. She’s eye-level with me even while sitting, but I’m too preoccupied with the fact that she’s groping her tits and tweaking a nipple with her fingers. The more she stimulates herself, the more boob there seems to be. I hardly notice that her legs are stretching past me, her torso is rising up and her ass has ballooned enough that it’s visible from the front. There’s a bump from above, and I make the mistake of looking. I can just barely see, from over her enormous shelf of titty, that her head has bumped the ceiling.

I’m so completely hypnotized by the sight of her tits that I don’t notice her other hand coming around to grab me. All of my clothes are torn off in one grab, and then she’s picked me up like an action figure. I’ve given up at this point and am eagerly reaching to grab just one of her mammoth tits. She noticed what I was doing, or she must have, because she pushes my entire body up through her cleavage. I almost lose it right then and there but as she keeps lifting me, I’m glad that I didn’t.

Mrs. Henderson has to bend forward as her shoulders bump into the ceiling, but she’s got her mouth open and she’s gripping me even tighter. I almost let out a yelp as I feel the entirety of my bottom half, all the way up to my stomach, get inserted into her mouth. She starts working me with just her tongue, sucking on and running her lips over my body. Then, I hear the door unlock. I’m aroused but now I’m scared, too; if Janet sees this, it’s probably a dealbreaker for our relationship going forward.

Right as I hear Janet gasp and see her step around to face us head-on, I feel Mrs. Henderson start working me even more vigorously. I lose control, and completely unload in her mouth. She’s still still running her tongue on me; still sucking on me like a lollipop, and if I could stay here forever, I just might.

“Mom!” Janet screams. I brace for the worst, which right now would be getting taken out of this MILF’s giant, comfortable mouth. Janet continues speaking, and I feel one of Mrs. Henderson’s fingers start massaging my back.

“Again!?”

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thelemmerpie · 3 years

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You look at your watch, and the same question since the beginning of the school year crosses your mind.

Why having classes on saturday morning?

Everyone is tired, except the teacher. Everyone will have to work this weekend. Students never have a vacation, only stolen time paid from sleepless nights.

Whatever. Since you know Mandy, your saturdays to you two are as free as possible and almost nothing prevents you from seeing each other. Every week, you end up in your favorite italian restaurant for a dinner, often accompanied by a night of pleasure in your flat, or hers. Even if it's still impossible for you to live with each other, spending the weekends together is not uncommon. So much that she has clothes and toilet stuff in your appartment, and vice versa.

You thought about her face floating above a table, lit by candles. It perfumes your spirit and you quickly forget the courses. Gracious, her smile revealing so cute dimples, her long and willowy hair tumbling down like a waterfall made of the most sleeked mirror on her oppulent chest, more or less revealed according to her mood...You're already on a cloud only by thinking about her. The day is beautiful, your eyes closes while you're smiling, and nothing can lift you out of your contemplation.

-Mr. Johnson seems already on weekend. Unless he's still in dreamland?

Almost nothing. The comment is as striking as a bucket of iced water. You turn your head to the old vulture who serves as a teacher. The bun as tight as her thin pinched lips, she looks at you with eyes ready to throw lightning. You stutt.

-Sorry mam'. Tiredness.

-Think about sleeping at night, young man.

As if you could afford it...This first year of master's degree in plastic arts, sculpture course, is more exhausting than expected.You wish you could rest your head every night on Mandy, which is impossible. Since she obtained a bachelor's degree and works on the other side of the city, she had to take a flat. You, you stayed on the campus. Life is good inside it, but not as much as with her.

The rest of the class is deadly boring, but you strive to make as many notes as you can. Finally, after what seems like hours, the old harpy frees you by asking you to return a project for the next time.

You turn on your phone and the notifications appears. Mandy sent you a text. You open it right away, hoping for a soft message to wait until tonight.

"I'm sorry, I have to cancel dinner tonight"

A fleeting moment passes, then an immense disappointment falls like a hawk on his prey (and on your heart. And on your libido). This is not the first time that one of you cancels at the last moment, but it's always unpleasant. Nevertheless, you decide to not hold it against her, even if it saddens you.

"Too bad :'( All you alright? I miss you so much ".

The answer doesn't take long to arrive.

"Yes, I'm fine, but I really cannot go out yet."

She doesn't give you more details, which worries you a bit. Usually, you immediately tell to the other the reasons for the cancellation. You are puzzled, but you trust her and don't insist.

"If you need anything, I can go to your house tonight. Shop, or anything else. What about pizzas and a movie on the TV ?"

"Yes ! That would be wonderful, and much better ! If I can't go out right now, I can at least let you in ~~ I'm sending you a list."

It's autumn, but the heat persists and the blue sky makes you want a sandwich. You would like her to be there, by your side, lying in the still soft green grass, but she never liked the heat for a simple reason : finding suitable clothes to go out in such heat is almost impossible. Not because of being overweight, no. At least, not all over her body. It's a very local overweight: a macromastia.

As a teenager, her chest was already growing at an impossible rate. At 17, she was competing with the most buxom models you'd ever seen. Since then, her chest continues to grow steadily. Every four months, she is forced to buy new bras. Whole boxes of old underwear hang around her house.

She learned to do with it. As soon as she's back home, she unravels the torture instrument to free her chest. If it excited you at first, it fast becomed as common as taking off your shoes. Ignoring her chest is clearly impossible, especially when it jumps in all directions. But the moments you prefer are those quite ones where you are together to the couch, watching TV while behaving and more if you're in the mood. These moments are still too rare. You hope this will change one day. In such a big city, your respective obligations separates you and if you get closer, it would be your obligations that would be too far from you.

You sigh. In just over a year, you'll be able to live together. Her father has promised you a job in his molding company, and he already considers you two as married. Maybe you'll even be able to take up his business later. A clear path, a good job, a dream girlfriend, and a lovely family in law. It's well worth it to endure on saturday mornings with the vulture and work like a madman.

You finish your sandwich when your phone vibrates again. It's Mandy. A short list is displayed. She doesn't need much : food, some medicine...And new bras.

There, you frown.

She bought some two weeks ago, and they were already costing a fortune, in addition to being horribly uncomfortable. Having a big chest is considered as chance, but the bad sides can be counted easily : besides the expensive and inconvenient underwears, you can cite the look of others and the lustful solicitations from complete strangers when you go out in the street.

And yet, you've never seen her complain. No back pain, a body of foolproof flexibility, and an amused satisfaction when she surprises the eyes of others dive into her deep cleavage. She likes to seduce as well, but has always looked for someone who would consider her as something much than a toy for a titfuck. Her breasts didn't leave you indifferent, but you quickly became interested about her to the point that even naked, you can discuss with her as when she wears a triple layer of thick clothes, in autumn and winter, the only seasons where she can go out without problems. Her two favorite seasons have quickly become yours as she feels comfortable.

And yet, what a pair !

You could carve it from memory on pink marble, with all the details that her body offers. Round, no, a little oval. Glossy, smooth, plumped in her clothes, looking like a silicon bag that other women implant themselves. Except that she's natural. It's so unlikely that many people find it hard to believe, at the point that "fake boobs" yeled loudly always been an insult. Harassment, she knows that. But she has always been proud of her body, and you have always been proud of her. People talk, you live your love, that's enough for you two.

You keep thinking about your sculpture. Her tits would be nothing without gravity, of course. A challenge, to account for a chest so beautiful, so full, but that falls so little. Languid into the lustiness of her own pleasure, as she is after love. She's like her chest: proud, but so smoochy when she loves...

And the nipples, of course ! Small, discreet, as cute and innocent as infants. Two small chicks hatched by two aerolas, soft hen mums. Everytime, you vacillate between kissing them softly or sucking them. Everything in her is so perfect that to soil her would be a crime, if she wern't agree to welcome you near her and into her.

Nevertheless. New bras just two weeks after buying other is strange. Have they broke ? With a chest like hers, nothing surprises you anymore.Those before were worse than grandmother's bras. Thick sackcloths, oversized sports bras, with braces stretching out day after day, until her breasts overflowed and compressed her too much. A sexy photo later, you left to buy others. Shopping with her is always a pleasure, even if shops providing sizes at her convenience are increasingly rare.

You call her, and her voice soon rings in your ears.

-Hello, Danny ?

-Mandy, sweetie, I got your list. Had you not...already bought new bras recently?

It still gets you to be embarrassed to talk about her breasts, sometimes, and you must carefully prepare your words in order to not blush. You prefer to look at them and touch them, in silence, without any other noise than her pleasure moans.

-Sorryyyyyyyy ~~ . But I can't do otherwise. I can't go out with the old ones, it's getting worse and worse.

-Better and better, you mean ?

-For you, yes.

-And for you too. I know you love your breasts.

-Stop, she said, laughing. Or I could cancel the pizza tonight.

-You wouldn't dare !

The indignation in your voice is falsely exaggerated, which makes her laugh once again.

-If the handsome and brave knight carries out his mission and goes shopping, maybe the princess will send him a foretaste of what awaits him...

-An antipasti before the pizza, hm? I'll be curious to see what you're making...

-First, shop. I will prepare everything for tonight.

You're about to say goodbye to her, when a genius idea comes to you.

- What if I buy candles?

- What for?

- You know...candlelit dinner?

- For delivery pizzas ? No thanks. And then, I'm lazy to do the dishes. They have grown so much that I start having back pain...

-Really? In this case, prepare your oils for a long and good massage.

You hear hear murmuring with satisfaction.

-Very well, brave knight. If you manage to kill the hunchbacked dragon, the princess will offer you more than an antipasti.

-It's a great honor you give me, my lady.

-Come on, hang up. The shop will not make it himself.

- See ya, sweetie.

-See ya, cutie.

You hang up, a smile on your lips. Never in your life had you had such spars with anyone before. Each of her words brings you joy. Hurry the day you move in with her : your happiness will be complete.

But now, groceries. Your phone is vibrating again. It's a text sent by Mandy.

"I called Georgina this morning, you just have to take the package and pay. It's a huge lucky break, she has just renewed her supplies and agreed to take back those of two weeks ago. I will repay you".

The advantage of being a loyal and regular customer for out-of-the-ordinary clothing is that the ladies around the globe forms a small private club where they can discuss and exchange advice and services. The shop she usually goes to is far away, but it's a warm one and the woman who holds it is super great. Georgina, the manager, is a little old woman as wrinkled as an apple and had the same chest problems. She quickly decided to help women like her. If the bras remaines expensive, she gladly takes over the old ones to retouch them. She's even made customized tailor-made. But as long as Mandy's breasts will continue to grow at a breakneck pace, it will be useless and she clearly told you that : "I should take new measurements immediately after my work is done. I'd never seen that ! Go on like this, my little one, and congratulations, young man ! "

The shop bell tolls when you enter into it. Some times later, Georgina comes out of the back shop and greets you, delighted as you go forward the sale desk.

-Ah, Daniel ! I received Mandy's message. This girl beats all records, I made a new storpile just for her ! Only two weeks, and you'd think she took six months all at once !

-Thank you, Georgina, this is the first time that happens ...

-Tell me about it ! I've never seen that ! Fortunately, I have a good contact in England. Tell her to slow down, she never listened to me! It's not like you're not already happy with what she have, huh?

You try to show a neutral face, as every time Georgina talks about your relationship. Some grandmothers are discreet, but the old seamstress would be able to collapse buildings just by talking. Like every time, you fail and can only display a shy smile.

- I'll tell him, thanks. How much do I owe you?

The old woman sweeps the air with her hand and rejects the imaginary money.

-Nothing ! We'll see that when she returns the others. Knowing her, she didn't even touch it. She made her measurements, but I put her several sizes just in case. She will only have to bring me back as soon as possible.

-Thank you so much for your generosity. Without you, we don't know what she would do.

-Bah, we have to stick together! It was even worse when I was young.. Corsets that choked you even more than the things I'm selling today ! I say, I can't wait the day we can go out without it, half naked, like you men, without being attacked at every street corner! It's not Mandy that would bother ! Beautiful melons as big and as firm as the pectorals of my late husband !

You agree, but you don't know what to say. You may have an empty look, because Georgina allows you to leave.

-Ah, you men ! Go find your beauty and make us beautiful children, it will make my pleasure !

-Yes Ma’am. Thank you Ma’am.

You leave the shop, a second opaque plastic bag in your hands. Even through it, you can feel the fabric of the cup. The more Mandy's breasts grow, the less they seems thick, padded, comfortable. As for the shoulder's straps, they must be tight to cut off her skin. You can't wait the day she'll be able to wear custom made bras for her ease. You send her a text.

"I have groceries and bras, Georgina didn't charge me and she added several sizes just in case."

The answer is quick to arrive.

"Really ? Wonderful ! I'm gonna jump on her neck when I see her. How long before you get in?"

"An hour, I just went out"

"Too looooong..."

You strat to write, but another one appears.

"Here's a little something that will make you want to come even more faster..."

A few seconds later, your reward appears on your screen. It's been a while since you're used to her chest, but your mouth is opening and it takes little to make you drool.

She never sent photos of her completely naked, preferring provocation in exciting clothes. Sometimes she sends you her pretty face. Sometimes full body in a simple, wise, accompanied by her long hair that always makes you fall in love with her when you gaze at them. This time, they are tied over her head, revealing her neck, shoulders and thin arms. She seems to come out of the shower, a few drops still bead of her soft skin A new pair of diving breasts, with monstrous cleavage, overflowing beyond a towel about to explode.

You totally understand the need for new bras. At sight of the nose, only the widest will fit.

And sh's only 21 years old. And she has not finished her growth yet.

In size, yes. Not in cup size.

A new text appears.

"Have you choosed your pizza yet ?"

"I don't know, I'm in a mood for a snack right now. A stuffed sandwich, if you know what I mean ;-)"

“I thought you was in a romantic mood ? Candles of for lightning, not for BDSM, we agrée ?”

"You're impossible, as your jokes"

"No, I'm real. Why don't you touch me, if you don't believe ? I'm still waiting for my brave bra knight ;-) ".

The bus is here. You close your phone, ranks right at the bottom of your pocket so that no one can suspect your activities, and you sit down in a quiet corner.

Something tells you that you will not have time for eating tonight.

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alwaysbegrowing · 2 years

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Beat the Heat

The red desert of Rodtsted was no place for a halfling, that much Norrin knew well enough. He hadn’t intentionally lost complete track of his caravan, after all. Norrin recalled the previous night fairly clearly up until his fourth tankard, and from that moment onward the mead had taken over. The twenty-eight year old halfling could hold his liquor better than many of his kin, but attempting to match shots with a dwarf would elude his grasp for some time yet.

Norrin was confident that somebody would be sent back to find him, it was just a question of when. Agrarian magic lacked the crowd-pleasing drama of summoning a fireball but more than made up for it with utility. The world would always need farms, Norrin often said when asked about his chosen field of arcane study.

Knowing that he needed only to wait, Norrin sat where he’d last seen the caravan and munched on some rations. He reached for his waterskin and found it was a little lighter than he’d expected. He tried to drink from it and found only a few drops no matter how vigorously he shook it. Norrin grimaced and tossed it aside as the gravity of his situation began to set in. He reached back into his satchel to grab another handful of rations and found empty air.

“Oh,” Norrin murmured. He began to feel desperation set in and it was only a few hours into the day. The sun mercilessly beat down upon him and the red sand unique to the region’s expansive desert. Over the course of the day he tried every spell he could think of to try to conjure either food or water. Not one inch of the wasteland’s sand responded to him, nor were there any animals nearby—not even a vulture flying overhead.

Norrin began scrambling through his belongings to try to find a solution; he should have been able to at least create something as simple as a single cup of water. It took too long to dawn on him: aside from what was on his person, everything was with the caravan, including his spellbook within which was everything he needed to solve his problem. That night, he went to sleep in the cold with the fear that his drunken misadventure may well turn fatal.

Something ripped Norrin from his slumber, grunting and panting feverishly. He tried to wriggle free but was trapped in a grip as powerful as a steel vice. In the moonlight he could barely make out the shape of tusks, an untamed mane and a hulking, animalistic frame. Norrin wasn’t sure what it was, but he immediately let out a frightened yelp.

“Quiet!” a gruff but recognizably feminine voice commanded. Norrin squinted and the figure that had grabbed him came into focus. She was an orc, standing about three times his meager height of three feet tall. Her rippling muscles, scar-ridden skin and tattered leather armor indicated the type of violent life that Norrin assumed was typical for most orcs. Even in the dim light he could still make out much of the orc’s rough physique up to and including the leaking wound on her abdomen.

“Are you magic?” she demanded.

“Whuh-huh-sh,” Norrin stammered, “I’m Norrin!”

The orc wasted no time gripping Norrin more tightly until he felt like he was about to burst.

“Yes! I know some, but—”

“Fix this, Morron,” the orc barked. She forcefully planted Norrin on the ground and sat down herself. Norrin watched her lift her arm and present the wound to him, as though that would make his life any easier.

“It’s not that simple,” Norrin explained.

“Then make it so,” the orc seethed through gritted teeth. Norrin heaved a sigh and tried to go through what he had that didn’t involve plants or pest control. He began weaving his hands, tracing runes in the air just an inch away from the orc’s wound. The runes lit up and the bleeding stopped, but the wound remained. The moment he’d done so the orc looked down at the wound and immediately passed out. Norrin looked around the area to confirm nothing else was coming before deciding to follow suit in the hopes that he’d awaken to find it had all been a bad dream.

The feeling of sand brushing against her face woke Taveela to the burning feeling of the desert’s unforgiving sun on her skin. She looked over to see that the halfling was still asleep, and half his face had been burned beet red. Taveela hated to admit that she found him cute, as she did just about anybody so much smaller than her. Dwarves, gnomes, halflings—so long as they were compact, she was enamored with them. Some days she fantasized about being small, herself, though living in the wilderness apart from her kin required strength.

Taveela stood to stretch and felt a sharp pain in her side. She touched the wound with two fingers and found it had started bleeding again. Between the expansive desert and her wound, she didn’t think she’d make it far on her own. She took stock of what supplies she had while the halfling groggily awoke a few feet behind her.

“You need to go get real medicine,” Norrin called out.

“From where?” Taveela replied.

“Home, or your tribe or clan, or whatever. It’s infected,” Norrin said.

“No ‘tribe or whatever’, long story,” Taveela turned to face Norrin, “Just cast the spell again.”

“It’s temporary,” Norrin advised, “but my caravan ought to come looking for me…eventually…”

“They’ll be here today?” the musclebound woman raised an eyebrow quizzically.

Taveela watched the halfling enter into a state of deep thought. A smirk crossed her lips as she observed his tiny form grappling with some type of existential crisis.

“I can do something permanent…” Norrin finally spoke, “but you won’t like it.”

“So, no caravan today.” Taveela nodded, “Then just cast it, Nimrod.”

“What’s your name?” Norrin asked.

“Taveela,” she said with a nod.

“Great, Taveela, my name is Norrin. Nor-rin,” the halfling spat.

“I know, it’s funny…” Another sharp pain interrupted Taveela’s teasing. She gripped her side and nearly collapsed again.

“Oh, boy, well first you should know this enchantment is technically a vitality spell for c—”

“Skip the lecture!” Taveela interjected. Norrin shrugged and began weaving his hands, once more tracing arcane runes into the air. He sighed heavily as he finished the final rune, causing a white aura to briefly surround Taveela’s body and disperse as quickly as it manifested. Taveela felt the pain melt away and watched her wound knit itself back together. She checked herself top to bottom but found nothing out of the ordinary aside from a strange tightness growing in her chest and legs.

“What were you worried about, again?” Taveela questioned the halfling. Norrin’s face was twisted into a grimace, and his eyes were glued to Taveela’s doublet; specifically, he was looking at her chest. Taveela’s athletic physique had meant she had little in the way of curves and had no use for it given her lifestyle. Moreover, even with part of her armor having been damaged her torso was still largely covered.

Yet, Taveela was looking down at her chestpiece stretching over the undeniable curve of her bust. Her eyes went wide when she realized that her armor was actually stretching further and further. Taveela looked over at Norrin as her hips began to pinch against her bottoms, her eyes narrowing with suspicion of the hapless halfling. She strode over to him and lifted him up with both arms.

“What did you do!?” Taveela angrily demanded. She felt her boobs rubbing against the underside of her armor with each ounce of generous, soft padding added to them. Embarrassing as it was, Taveela was beginning to feel turned on. That she felt like her thighs were chafing against her pants wasn’t helping.

“I-I-I-I…” Norrin warbled.

“Talk!” Taveela shook Norrin violently. He seemed to become heavier in Taveela’s hands over time, driving her to squeeze even tighter. Her tits had continued expanding, unabated, while the pinching feeling in her bottoms had only become worse.

“It was a spell for cows! It enhances their constitution, and-and…” Norring sputtered out again.

“And what?” Taveela growled. She had to change her grip, holding him from under the arms as she felt her strength continually sapped.

“It increases milk production!” Norrin squealed. Taveela dropped the halfling into the sand; her entire body was shaking. Her mind was awash not with confusion but arousal and anger. She looked down at her inflating chest and finally caught sight of her arms. It was subtle, but her brawn looked like it had diminished. She flexed, but her muscles only bulged out slightly. She stepped toward the halfling but stopped suddenly. Though her waistline was still tight, her pant legs were pooling around her feet.

“Is this supposed to happen?!” Taveela cried. She watched her brawny definition continue to dwindle as her skin became smooth. Signs of scars, calluses, and stress injuries, too, began fading from sight.

“I’ve never cast it on a person before!” Norrin blurted. Taveela felt her breasts conquering more and more ground in her top, spreading toward her sleeves and neckline. Her trousers felt like they were stretched to their limit, and upon looking down she let out a panicked yelp. Taveela’s hips were spilling out of her pants, but that hadn’t been what took her by surprise. The ground was becoming increasingly close with each passing second.

“When will it stop?” Taveela was panicking. Her head began to tingle as her large tusks began to recede while, simultaneously, two bony nubs began to protrude from atop her head.

“I don’t know! I’m sorry!” Norrin was also panicking. Taveela’s top had stretched such that she could see her cleavage through her neckline. Slowly, she was being treated to the curious sight of watching her cleavage rising toward her while her head seemed to be lowering toward it. There was a sound of cloth ripping which elicited a fit of stuttering yelps from Norrin. Taveela scrambled to remove her armor as she felt herself sinking lower and lower.

While jostling and jockeying, Taveela couldn’t avoid brushing her enormous boobs with her arms. Her bouncy jugs might have swelled to the size of melons and hadn’t slowed down whatsoever. Pressure was beginning to build at her sensitive peaks and only became worse over time as inches continued to pile into her chest. By the time she’d removed her top, Taveela found that she was only a few feet taller than Norrin; she might have been six feet tall, if that.

Taveela’s hips were tearing through her bottoms, but it was more than that. Her rump had swelled much faster than the rest of her. Every movement caused her bodacious posterior to jostle and jiggle, drawing her trousers taught until it had torn out. The sun shined on her glorious green rear end, which continued to bubble and bloat. Her body was simultaneously shrinking and growing; what she was losing in height she was gaining in her breasts, thighs, hips and ass multiplied by an order of magnitude.

Freed from her top and most of her clothing, Taveela wiped sweat from her head with an arm that had lost all sign of muscular definition. She looked down at her rising breasts, causing her brown hair to cascade over her assets. Her entire body had given up any outward semblance of power in favor of creating a plump, curvy figure. Taveela felt her tusks vanish completely as the horns on her head finished sprouting. She could only watch in stunned silence as her body completely reshaped itself before her eyes.

Taveela watched her breasts pumping further out, soon threatening her ability to see her own feet. Still, she could watch the hot sand drawing ever closer as her body continued to shrink. She placed one of her hands on her breasts, hardly able to reach far enough to touch one of her dark green nipples. The slightest touch caused her to moan softly; the pressure that had been building seemed to relent for just a moment.

Beads of white liquid were forming on Taveela’s puffy crests as her boobs became firmer and tighter in addition to continuing their expansive journey. She looked at Norrin, who didn’t seem so small anymore, and recalled how she’d felt watching him sleep. Memories of lasciviously peering at cute little dwarves and gnomes and other halflings going about their business, adorable and attractive, slowly took control of her train of thought.

All the while, Taveela’s other hand had absentmindedly wandered to her other engorging tit, straining to reach and tweak her nipples. Milk sprayed and gushed as she did, and the plump woman couldn’t help but moan. Her hips continued to billow outward, rapidly encroaching on the width of her shoulders. Taveela’s thighs plumped and pumped, their soft expanses squishing into one another like pillows. Her buttocks had continued to surge, adding more and more pliant flesh that begged to be squeezed. Each cheek was easily the size of her head, if not an inch or three larger.

Taveela’s body had continued dwindling, and by the time she noticed that Norrin was slack-jawed, staring at her curvaceous body she was no more than two feet taller than him. Milk pooled in the red sand, soaking through but leaving wet patches as Taveela continued squeezing her teats. Her boobs were gradually pushing her arms apart, threatening to grow further than she could reach without straining herself.

Slow, methodical steps caused Taveela’s transforming body to jostle and jiggle. Her thick legs gradually shortened while her thighs and hips gradually grew. Her breasts quaked and jostled on her chest, becoming larger and fuller with each jiggle. Taveela’s hair lightened a shade and became smooth, growing until it hung three inches below her jostling posterior. Several inches of her golden brown locks pooled in her cleavage, which continued to deepen with each step.

A sweet fragrance began tickling Taveela’s nose as it wafted through the air, and it only became stronger over time. Milk was gushing from her teats, further fueling the cloying scent until she could practically taste her milk on the air. Her steps slowed as she grasped just one of her mammoth breasts with both hands, pointing it up just enough that she could crane her neck and fit her mouth around one of her nipples. She drank of her own milk, groaning ecstatically between each gulp.

Taveela’s arousal hit a fever pitch; her nethers were afire with a need she didn’t want to fulfill alone. Her eyes locked on the halfling, and her mind was made up. Taveela made the difficult decision to let her tit go, allowing her bust to deliciously jiggle back into place. She licked the leftover milk from her lips, advancing upon Norrin with a feral hunger.

“Uh-uh-uh-uh…” Norrin found once again he lacked the ability to speak. Taveela thrusted her chest into Norrin’s face, knocking the halfling back onto the ground. She straddled his hips, her thick thighs pushing into him with greater force as she gradually shrunk to four feet tall, just one foot taller than the halfling. Pinned down by a pair of breasts that were nearly half the size of his entire body, Norrin’s own arousal began to take over.

With milk soaking the red sand, an idea crossed Norrin’s mind before he became entirely devoted to Taveela’s buxom figure. A few runic tracings in the air, and he managed to convince the ground to solidify enough to save them from being covered in sand. Taveela coaxed Norrin’s hands to her boobs and as he massaged her enormous mounds she made short work of undoing his trousers.

The two of them turned their little haven into a milk-laden oasis. When Norrin would run out of energy, Taveela would encourage him to suckle from her milky jugs while she did the same herself. The stout orc’s heavenly milk staved off hunger and fatigue, and with each delicious gulp the heat of the unforgiving sun and sands became a distant memory, as did any sign of sunburn from either of their bodies. Taveela cried out in ecstasy each time she brought Norrin to completion.

By the time dusk began to fall, Norrin and Taveela’s naked bodies were damp with her milk. In the dim light of the setting sun the vague shape of a caravan could be seen. Taveela had allowed Norrin to sleep, and so witnessed the impending end to their fun alone. She sighed dreamily, and hugged her watermelon-sized tits to her face. Taveela shuddered, and watched a bead of milk form once more at the peak of either teat. She looked down at Norrin hungrily and thought, one last time, she’d abruptly wake him from his slumber to help her.

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