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Honey (Part 1)

another self indulgent fic for a friend and I, part 2 soon

NSFW!!!! MINORS DNI ❌

names are made up

Contains: inflation, weight gain, magic, stuffing, lactation, belly/body expansion, and cuteness 🥺😭

The sound of a crackling fire filled a small, cozy room. Sat infront of the fireplace was a young woman, clad in fluffy pj pants and large, cozy sweater. Distractedly scrolling on her phone, she didn't notice the sound of the door opening and closing.

"Hey" a familiar voice sounds out, breaking her trance. She looks up at her friend who, judging by the light dusting of snow on his clothes, had just gotten home. She smiles and stands up to greet him, patting some snow off his coat.

"Hey" she says with a smile, "Where've you been?". He chuckles lightly, now taking off his coat. "Oh you know, around" he says. Her eyes flicker to a small box he had set on their coffee table. Interest peaked, she switches her gaze back to her tall friend. "What's that?" she gestures to the box. The fireplace reflection in his cute, rounded glasses couldn't hide the mischevious glint in his eyes. "Just some cookies I picked up for us to enjoy tonight, since the weather is so cold. I figured we deserve a nice relaxing night. We could share them right here by the fire" he says with a smile. She nods happily, looking forward to their shared snack. "I'm gonna go shower, ok? Sit tight here, dumpling" he says, giving her ass a small, gentle pat before turning to walk in the other room.

Not long had passed before the man returned downstairs, sporting a comfy black hoodie paired with soft sweatpants. He joins his petite friend in sitting close to the fire, reaching over and grabbing the delicately wrapped box off the table. Untying the box, he opened it to reveal about a dozen small, golden cookies. The sweet, savory smell of honey hit the couple's noses almost immediately, making the shorter of the two more eager to try them. She looks up from the cookies to his face, illuminated by the soft glow of the fire. "They smell amazing Ry, where'd you get them?" she asks curiously. He meets her gaze and shrugs, "New place in town, forgot the name though". He picks one of the small cookies up with his fingers, and brings it towards her. "Why don't you try them first?" he asks sweetly. Giggling, the girl opens her mouth and leans forward, as Ryan places the cookie into her mouth. She closes her mouth, as Ryan takes his thumb and gently brushes it against her lips, eventually gently placing his hand on her cheek while she chews. She swallows, and without wasting a breath she gushes about the taste. "Ry ry, these are so good! Can... can you give me another?" she asks, bringing her eyes back down to look at the cookies. Ryan chuckles, reaching for another. "Of course, Amanda", he says, placing a second cookie in her eager mouth. She hums as the taste of the sweet, honey flavored cookie hits her tongue once more. Gulping down the cookie, she finds another one readied at her lips. Unable to fight back a smile, she opens her mouth and lets Ryan feed her again. This time, however, she begins feeling a bit full.

After finishing the third cookie, she looks up at Ryan, who was currently placing a log into the fire. "Wow, these are really filling" she said. "Mhm. We've got a whole box to get through though" he said sweetly, turning his attention back to her. She whimpers a little bit, already feeling so full. A small, quiet gurgle brings her attention down to her stomach. Her tight sweater was beginning to feel tighter by the second. Slightly alarmed, she brings a hand to her tummy, feeling it push against her fingers. Her sides also had a bit more pudge to them then she remembers. Another cookie meets her lips, from Ryan's hand. Despite her slight concern regarding her form, she opens her mouth once more to eat the delicious cookie. She swallows, and Ryan brings one of his hands to her sides to give it a gentle squeeze. Almost immediately after she swallowed, she felt a strange sensation down below, between her legs. Wetness, almost as if she were aroused, but this time it was... different. Sticky. Her cheeks flush, but it goes unnoticed in the warm light of the fire. "Ryan, I-" she's cut off by another cookie being placed in her mouth. Unable to resist the alluring taste, she eats it. "Ryan, I feel... weird" she says when she finishes. He smiles and leans into her, "Yeah? What do you mean?". She looks down, embarrassed by the situation. "I think I'm wet? I don't know why... And... it feels really weird. It's..." she trails off. He chuckles, giving her now noticeably plump belly a squeeze. "Go on, use your words" he teases.

"....Sticky" she mutters out. Ryan hums, his hand having moved down from her soft midsection to the hem of her fluffy pants. With his fingers starting to dip under the waistband, Amanda's breath hitches. "Let's see... Wow, so plush now... And your pants seem a bit tight there, everything ok?" he teases, sliding his hand down her pants, fingers rubbing at her crotch. Sure enough, he felt a wet spot- not unusual for him to feel with his friend here- but this time it had a strange, sticky feeling to it. His fingers move aside her panties as he traces along her wet, sticky, sensitive folds. Humming in delight, Ryan gently guides his sticky friend to lie with her back on the floor, lightly dipping his finger in her entrance. He lightly swirled his finger around, coating it in the sticky substance. Pulling his hand from her pants, he leaves the now-needy girl wanting more. In the warm light, Ryan inspects his finger, coated in a thick, gooey, transparent substance. Wanting to confirm his suspicion, he pops the finger into his mouth, and swirls his tongue around the tip of it, licking the substance clean off.

"Honey" he says bluntly, having taken his finger out of his mouth with a satisfying 'pop'. "...What?" Amanda gave Ryan a confused stare. "You're leaking honey" he states. She stares at him in disbelief, and looks down at herself chubbier self. "Is that...? Am I... Is that what's filling me?" she asks, shocked. Ryan giggles, but doesn't respond. Instead, he reaches for another cookie and places it to her lips. Amanda opens her mouth to accept the cookie, not able to deny she was liking this. The sixth cookie swells her body more with rich honey. The sweater she was wearing was starting to roll up over her fattening midsection, unable to contain her. Her arms swelled, stretching the fabric taut as they struggled to keep up with her growing form. Once loose fitting, her pj pants now lightly hugged her enlarged thighs. Ryan looked down at her hands, one resting on her swollen belly. Her hands puffed up as well, fingers rounding out and palms softening by the second. Amanda went to moan but as soon as she opened her mouth, the seventh cookie was firmly pressed into it.

She moaned around the cookie as she ate it, its effects starting near instantly. Ryan took a look at her face. Her formerly defined face had already been coated with a small layer of chub, but now the effect was much more noticeable. Her face was beginning to round out, and her cheeks were continuing to swell up. The corners of her mouth dimpled, being squished by the newly added fat cheeks. "I'm so full Ry ry..." she complained. He responds by taking his hand to her belly, and giving it a good firm rub, and then pressing his fingers into it and jiggling the swollen mass. It wobbles, so full of viscuous honey. He chuckles, "God you really are full. Look how plump you've gotten for me, so full of honey". Grabbing another cookie to feed her, he straddles her, sat just below her rounded honey-filled belly, and leans forward so that he rests upon it. By the time she finished the cookie, her sweater had rolled up just below her bloated tits, and every part of her body had been thouroughy padded with the honey. Whether the yellow tinge on her skin was from being stuffed full of honey or from the light of the fire, Ryan didn't know nor did he care. His large hands found their way to her big squishy tits, pawing at them and kneading. Amanda's plump cheeks flushed bright red, but Ryan didn't notice because his attention had been turned to the small, sticky wet spots that formed right over her nipples. Not wasting any time, Ryan dipped his head down to lap up the sweet substance through her shirt, swirling his tongue around where her nipples are. Amanda moaned and reached her hands around to Ryan's back, digging her plump fingers lightly into his back. His eyes switched their gaze back up to his swollen friend, enjoying the pleasured experession that adorned her chubby face.

Finally deciding to treat himself more, he lifts her shirt, exposing her nipples. There, in the fire's light, he could see her large, soft tits with her nipples coated in the honey, leaking from them. Using a finger to circle one, he brought the other nipple into his mouth and sealed his lips around it. Then, he began to suck; gently, at first, but when he got a taste of the sweet honey, he wanted- no, needed- more. Drinking honey from his plump friend's tits, indulging himself. He sucked like he'd starve if he didn't. Amanda's soft breaths and noises made her enjoyment obvious.

Few minutes had passed before Ryan got a new idea, leaving the honey-filled tits and opting to trail sweet, honey coated kisses down her plump belly to the hem of her pants. "Eat another." he instructed, sliding the box within her reach. "Eat another while I eat you out". She obliged, stuffing another cookie between her plump lips. Having taken her pants and panties down already, he caught a whiff of the sweet, inviting aroma. His head was now nestled between her plump thighs, and she could feel his hot breath on her. He kissed her thighs and then gave her a long, wet lick. When he pulled away, strings of saliva and honey connected his mouth to her leaking pussy. Now feeling addicted, he went back, giving smaller licks between her sweet, plumpened folds. The nineth cookie's effects kicked in, and he knew it did once he felt her already full thighs swell more.

He pulled his head away after a bit, mouth coated in sticky honey and took in the sight before him. "You're just full to the brim with honey, aren't you? Look down at yourself and see how plump you've gotten" he teases lovingly, as Amanda looked up to view her body. Once a petite 119 pounds, with a flat stomach and nearly bony limbs, she looked nothing like herself. Instead, her thin limbs had ballooned into plump, jiggly versions of themselves. Her nimble fingers coated in soft, honey filled flesh. Ryan grabbed her plush hands and placed them on her cheeks, so she could feel how fat they've gotten.

"You're beautiful" Ryan said finally, after a few moments of silence. He leaned in and kissed her soft lips, bringing her into a deep, loving kiss. The sweet taste of honey met her lips, and she hummed into the kiss. "Fuck... I'm gonna get you back for this, Ry ry..." she trailed off, paired with a little giggle.

part 2 coming soon... ;)

girls whining over how gassy they feel but holding in their gas so then they keep inflating >>>>

"That's right," Dr. Klein said to Carolina. "You have to sign off on your next script since it's what's known as a life-altering or debilitating medical decision."

"Oh wow..... um, I'm not so sure I understand? Sorry, I'm so horny these days I can't think straight. All these different things you keep prescribing me! I can hardly keep up." She giggled, jiggling her hefty breasts.

"I know, you're not as sharp as you used to be. But that's OK, do you even remember being that skinny, flatchested aspiring lawyer who walked through my door last year?"

"Ummmm, I don't know?" She giggled. "Why did I want to be a lawyer?"

"Sweetheart, I'm not the one who would know."

"Oh! But you know everything! I feel so much better after coming to see you. Men are obsessed with my new curves. I have soooo much sex it's crazy. I let guys pump me full of their cum whenever they want!"

"That's wonderful to hear darling. See? And you were so skeptical about taking what I was recommending you..."

"I must've been soooo dumb back then!" She furrowed her brows. "Ummm, how do I spell my name? I think it starts with a C then an A? Can you help me....? I'm not a very good speller these days!"

"That's because you're down to an IQ of 46, from 172! Isn't that great news? My prescriptions are working wonders."

"Wow, is a forty-six really good?"

"It sure is, sweetie. Now let me help you." The doctor guided her hand, making her sign.

"Oh thank you so much! You made it look soooo easy! Mmmmm, I should thank you for being so nice...." She suddenly leaned in and started kissing him on the lips, but he pulled away.

"That's quite all right, Carol. Just be a good girl and take this new script to the pharmacy and take two a day."

"What's it for???"

"Well, you know how your breasts have gotten really big and bouncy?"

"Yep!" She jiggled them for the doctor.

"They're going to get much, much bigger. So big they'll fill your whole lap and be much too big for clothes of any kind...."

"Oh my! That sounds..... really hot! How will I carry them?"

"You might need a push cart, or someone might have to escort you in a wheelchair. You could easily lose the ability to walk...."

"Just from how big my boobs are? Mmmmm, guys are going to love that! I'll be so helpless, it'll be so fun, getting set out on a blanket or something at the park on a nice day.... My boobs exposed, too heavy for me to lift. I have to ask men to help me..... God I'm going to get fucked so good! If men find my body irresistible now...." She leaned back, patting her round pregnant belly. "Already five months along with batch two! Is it true when we met I said I had no interest in having kids?"

"Correct, but we fixed that little problem. Looks like you're going to stay pregnant from now on, huh?"

She giggled, shrugging. "What choice do I have? I'm always getting filled with cum everywhere I go...."

"Good girl. Just remember to keep taking these pills no matter how big your breasts get, OK? I'll see you in three months."

"Just in time to see me ready to pop with all these kids..... you're so naughty...."

"And I better not see you wearing any clothes up top, those things should be too big for them by then....."

"I'll stop wearing tops asap!" She removed hers, tossing it behind her. "Whatever you say, Dr. Klein! You're the professional!"

He patted her head. "I'm glad you finally agree."

I wish certain things in fantasy could come true.

Like I wish I could be fucked by someone who's cock is so big, they fuck through my cervix and into my womb.

I want a tentacle to worm it's way inside my womb, filling it to the brim.

I want cum to fill me up so much that I already look pregnant from how much was forced into my uterus.

Learning Blender. No reason. 😏

(Stream reasons. :D)

part 4 or 5 of the Catheter posts. (as gender neutral sub and male dom. can be anything tho)

You and your partner have been testing the limits as to how much you can hold. By drinking various diuretics', copious amounts of water, limiting your intake, drinking a mix of water and your partners piss as well as filling your own bladder with warm water, cold water and saline over time. All to say that you can now hold quite a bit.

You and your partner have planned to drive across the country (US) to visit some friends and see the sights of small towns and large cities that you've never visited. The first leg of the trip is a 9 hour drive, you two had planned not to take any stops unless the driver needed a break. You both had filled the car with stuff a day prior, so only your backpacks and a few personal items were left. You had a few days of not holding leading up to this, just to keep your bladder strong - but you were forced into wearing a rather large plug during that time.

What you hadn't planned for was your partner not letting you pee in the morning. As the two of you raced around the house, grabbing final things you moved towards the bathroom "Nope! We don't have time." your partner said, pulling you out of the house and into the car. "If you really need to go when we get to the first rest stop in two hours then sure but after that we aren't stopping!" You were thankful that you did not need to go very badly, but you knew that you needed some relief at the rest stop.

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At the rest stop, the two of you got food and you waited for your partner to use the bathroom. You went in with them and they pulled you into one of the stalls, making you sit on the toilet. "just go already" your partner mumbled as they opened the backpack on their back. You go, feeling your bladder finally empty - however after a moment you feel something slide into place. You look down to see your partner has just slid a catheter line into your bladder. This was nothing new for you, but you did not expect them to bring any on the drive.

"I don't want to stop again in another two hours, knowing your bladder. Deal with it." they whispered, thankful that only you two were in there. Once the balloon on the inside of you bladder was inflated, to ensure nothing came out - your partner pulled out a funnel and attached it to the line coming out of you. "I never said I was going to use the bathroom properly did I?" they had a mischievous look on their face before they began peeing into the funnel. You watched in mild shock and horror as your once empty bladder filled - your partner must have been holding all night for it to get this full. Their piss filled you to just under half capacity.

You whimpered as they plugged the line back up and slapped your bladder. "This isn't coming out till we get to the hotel." You nodded and pulled your underwear back on, then your pants , before leaving the bathroom.

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Two hours later, and you are ahead of schedule, the nine hour drive is now a seven hour drive and your nearly halfway there. You reach the halfway point's 'on the go' station. You wait with anticipation, wondering if your partner - now dom - will use you again or what. Your partner parks the car in the furthest corner of the parking lot. Furthest from the road and building. They got out of the car and headed to the back door behind yours, pulling out a Gatorade and passing it to you, while also grabbing another bottle of water for themselves. Since the first rest stop, they've drank through three of the 20 pack of water bottles. You watch as they wiggle a bit while putting their water in the middle console. They close the door and wander back over to you, opening your door.

"Pants down. I need to pee." You do as they say and pull out the same funnel. You stay sitting and watch as their piss flows directly into your bladder, wincing when it hits capacity. They haven't stopped peeing though. You whine as they keep going, letting everything out - and finally it stops. You watch as they plug you right back up. "My, look at that. Your bladder looks like a little balloon!" You look down to see that yes, your bladder is bursting and is visibly puffing outwards. Your partner watches as your slowly pull your clothes back on and they buckle you in, making sure that the seat belt only gets tighter the more you move.

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You finally reach the hotel, Your bladder hurts, your whimpering as the car goes over a speed bump and through a pothole. Finally the car has stopped. "We're at the hotel baby" your partner says lovingly "You've got a bit of this Gatorade left. How about you chug it now and then we can go in. I'll give you the room key so that you can head up first, but you cant go pee okay? If you have the urge just go while your alone, come back down to me and I'll hold your hand until were done okay?"

You agree and go ahead to the room. You check the room out - queen bed and a small desk. There's a bar fridge, a coffee machine and the bathroom is huge. Also the wall separating the bathroom and the room is half frosted glass, half clear glass. You can see into the bathroom. You whimper as you spot the toilet through the frosted glass. 'No I must be good! I can wait' you mumble to yourself as you carefully get up from the bed and check out the bathroom. Despite your mind yelling at you to go pee, you find yourself ignoring it, instead staring at the rainfall shower. It looked soooo nice!!! A shower in that after holding for so long??? a dream!

You take one last glance at the toilet before walking out of the bathroom and back to the bed. You sit on it carefully, being very conscious of your massive bladder. Your partner/dom enters the room with a few of your things, just clothes, some snack and drinks and toiletries. They look at you, noticing that your bladder really is showing. "The lady at the front desk asked me if you were pregnant. I had to say yes. Honestly baby, you look pregnant. Have you seen yourself?" they say, pulling you to your feet, not caring about being gentle. You whine at the sudden movement but see how massive your bladder really is. The floor to ceiling mirror shows your massive bladder sticking out, bulging forwards -when your dom lifts your shirt you can see its a little red.

"Your so cute" your dom whispers "So full for me. So much piss inside you that isn't even yours to begin with." they practically groan. You whimper as they begin to massage your massive bladder, a simple press would have made you burst if not for the catheter line. They press harder, feeling that your bladder really is rock solid. They begin rubbing and pressing lightly on your bladder - all while their other hand is groping your body. You barely notice as they pull your clothes off you - till they harshly tug you into the bathroom. Your eyes water as they press you to the wall of the shower, your bladder being compressed by the wall.

You begin to cry and beg to pee when they release you. They turn the shower on and look you in the eyes "Ill take the catheter out if you can hold it until the line is out ok?" You nod and let them take it out, squeezing your whole body until its out "You can go baby." You try to and you find you cant, you whine as you keep trying. You partner sighs and presses on your bladder, finally emptying you. They leave the shower for second to grab the shower stool and place you on it "There you go, let it all out."

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You wake up a few hours later in the comfy bed, in your pajamas and with a completely empty bladder "Ill be easy on you tomorrow. We are here for another day or two." You cuddle into your partner and fall asleep

Control my liquid intake. Tell me I’m not drinking enough water to please you. Explain to me that the order to be a good sub, a good bladder sub, I need to drink more water. Make me promise to hold it all in. The only way to please you is to have a full bladder. Tell me I’m cute when I’m desperate to pee, that you prefer me this way. Run your hand over my lower tummy so you can feel my rock hard bladder. Ask me if it hurts. Ask me if I feel it stretching as you push another glass of water to me. When I squirm and whine and cry because I’m desperate to pee, shush me. Tell me I’m making you proud. Pat me on the head and tell me I did a good job when I loose control.

good girls should get what they deserve 😊 (being stuffed in every possible hole and pumped full of cream until they’re a leaking, immobile, massively round cream puff)

"Ugh, why oh why did my family have to move down south? This is absolutely out of hand. I mean, I knew it would be bad, and I warned them but they both seemed more than thrilled for their petite Liberal daughter to have a taste of what they really wanted for me deep down. I played on the volleyball team back home in Connecticut and loved it, so naturally as soon as I started University here I signed up and oh my god. It's immediate how much everyone down here wants you to become some hucow trad wife with a forty-five IQ. I've been here just one year and my first doctor's appointment went a little something like:

Them: "Hi, how many kids have you had so far?"

Me: "None, I'm only twenty."

Them, frantically writing a half dozen prescriptions: "That's horrible, we'll get you squared away. We'll start you off with fertility drugs, aphrodisiacs, pain pills--the good stuff, so you can take whatever the frat boys dish out. And IQ-lowering drugs."

Come to find out under my insurance, mandated by the state, I'm obligated to take all this stuff under legal penalty. I've heard I wouldn't go to jail, just a girls' correction camp where I'd be conditioned into love becoming a breeder. I couldn't believe any of it at first, but I adjusted..... knowing I'd be a horny, overly fertile mess with an IQ that shrank by the day....... I went from a 163 to an 84. But my doctor is unhappy and wants me to halve it asap.

I started playing volleyball and it clearly wasn't a sport down here, just a spectacle for male titillation. One team would be 'shirts' and the other would be 'skins'. The 'shirts' team would play with a tied off wet T-shirt, no bottoms, and the 'skins' would play topless in a super short schoolgirl skirt. In women's college sports, the winning team would be injected on the spot with breast-growth drugs, super potent, as a handicap of sorts. Punishing us for having athletic ability, same went for gymnasts or girls that ran track. They'd all be injected if they won. Most of us were absurdly pregnant. We all had huge boobs, fat asses, so horny we could hardly focus, bouncing and posing for the mostly male spectators. Doing fun things like groping ourselves when we score, or pissing ourselves in front of everyone as we rub our bellies sexily.

I gave birth during a game, still playing while in labor with quintuplets. I looked ready to explode and everyone joked that they hoped I would burst. Well, I'm not sure if they were joking, to be honest..... But as you can see my team did exceptionally well, thanks in large part to me, who actually came from a background playing the game seriously. The growing belly, bouncing udders, and shrinking IQ barely interrupted my focus..... Only problem is we're growing so fast and doing so well we're all starting to struggle with just how big our boobs are getting. I'm already two months pregnant again...... And we just won our first game yesterday. If I could feel pain I bet my back would hurt.....

The girls keep saying we're gonna have boobs so massive our backs break, and they say it like it's no big deal. Not to worry, we just need to meet good men who can take care of us once we're basically just a gigantic pair of breasts that can give birth, little more. They even naughtily say our bodies will be numb from getting paralyzed, so guys can do whatever they want to us and we won't even feel it. Guess all the pain meds are getting us ready to have a set of proper back-breaking tits. I even giggle and join in, knowing it's so disgusting and misogynistic...... I chat with my new friends, smoking, our pussies full of cum, our IQs turning to slush, breasts growing cartoonishly big, dripping milk constantly..... I tell them how fun it'll be watching my future husband do whatever he wants with me, having his way with my body, getting out all of his anger and frustration of my colossal breasts, each weighing more than me... maybe each weighing double what I do. And they all couldn't agree more with me. Maybe.... I'm starting to like living down here. How silly I was..... ever thinking I'd be more than pair of tits and a womb...."

how would you like to be roughly fucked and creampied in your holes right before a lecture class or better yet a test, and, still weak-kneed and air-headed, led to said class with the task of holding every last drop inside you?

Omg this is literally one of my fantasies, like my womb is so filled with cum and I can’t help but get all ditzy and dumb that I end up rubbing myself here and there trying not to get caught🤭

I can't collar you unless you earn it. You have to truly be my girl. You have to dedicate your body, soul, and mind to Daddy with no complaints. You have to be okay with pushing your limits and tell Daddy when it starts to hurt. I won't collar you until you can prove to be MY Princess.