I just love how big and inflated wifey looks in this pic. We turned her breast into huge water balloons and I plan to keep making her bigger and bigger. @inflate_a_val
Just look at that endless cleavage! Truly majestic
“I didn’t expect them to feel this heavy…. Well, I guess I didn’t expect you to pump them up this big either. I really doubt this top is gonna last the night, I’ll have to be super slow on the stairs okay? You should like, probs turn off the pump soon if we’re still going out later.” Oh don’t worry, we’re not going out. You’re the entertainment tonight, the pump stays on. “O-okay… I mean, like how long for though? How much bigger do you want me to get? I don’t wanna be a party pooper or anything but look at how taut my skin is already. I dunno how much more I can take, I’m pretty full already.” You’ll know when they’re full, trust me. Then we can make a start on the rest of you.
“Are you enjoying your time at the springs?” “Yeah totally! Once you get used to the swelling it’s super relaxing haha” “That’s great, looks like you’ve been in for a while already, think you’ll stay much longer?” “I really want to but my breasts are swelling way more than I thought they would! This bikini is literally about to explode off me hehehe… I’m here with a couple of friends who already have like super huge bellies. Mine’s only tiny so far, look.” “Well, make sure you don’t stay too long and get stranded beneath that belly.” “Yeah I read all the warnings don’t worrrrrry. I better get back to my friends before they leave without me, I don’t think they can get much bigger!” She just about manages to catch the bikini top as the straps burst off her shoulders. She wades away giggling.
She collapsed on to the sofa, panting as she grew. Her belly rounding out, pushing free from between her top and skirt as it balloons. Her hand falls to it, touching it to see if it’s real. It pushes back against her. Her breath catches as her breasts start to follow suit, nipples hard against now tightly stretched fabric. She looks down her inflating body, keeping her composure as best she can, watching it grow larger and larger while trying to pretend none of it’s real. The shocked gasps and murmuring coming from other guests in the lobby tell her it is.
Miki will drink all your Pepsi and call you a bitch, then ruffle your hair, kiss your cheek, then call you a nerd. I think that says “goofball” more than anything. She is one bean-poll of a shit-poster, and you will more than definitely know if she’s in the room (if not for her snarky voice or her head poking out from the crowd). She’s a balloon cart vendor in the park by day and a video game streamer by night, and her personality shines on both fronts. Her persuasive articulation gains customers, and her likable, genuine sense of humor gains viewers. She absolutely loves featuring her partners on her stream, smooching them, hugging them, or even sometimes sitting them on her lap as she plays (she does this to Izzy so often despite his weak objections). Her and her partners have garnered her stream to be one of the most viewed out there. And when she’s done with her streams, she hosts very very late streams, the camgirl type of streams that rack in a lot of dough. But she reminds herself that her shows aren’t everything, and her partners are immensely more important—cooking for them, taking them to conventions, buying them a shitload of tacos from down the street, the works. She may seem like a smart-ass, but she can make her partners feel oh-so loved.
Cheryl
Height:5’ 5”
Personality:Bubbly-pottymouth
Color:Cyan
Place of Work: Party Store
It’s not uncommon for Cheryl to start her conversations with “haaaaay my favorite gay-as-fuck bot”, and everyone loves her for it. She’s bouncy, bubbling, and overall fun-loving to her core. Parties, clubs, conventions, bars, you name it, she’s gonna take you there and show you an amazing time. She’s definitely not one to be of protest—she’s up for almost anything at any time. It’s almost totally natural for her to work at a party store, sharing her ideas on how to throw parties. This sense of fun has led her to have a good sense of need in her partners—she knows when somebody’s feeling down or needs to be held or smooched. Sometimes she’ll grab a partner by the hand, despite any weak objections, and twirl them around, pick them up, and carry them off to her Mini-Cooper. There’s never any telling where they’re going, but they’ll always feel so much better when they get back. Cheryl’s just like that. She may say fuck a lot, but that’s just because she’s an excited bundle of love and energy, always ready to burst.
Check out my boyfriend’s new blog! I got him into this kind of stuff, and the results are amazing~~ =3=
She bit her lower lip as she felt her pants get tighter, the waistband now firmly digging in. The tighter it got the better it felt, because she knew. She knew that it was only getting tighter because she was getting bigger. Her thighs, her hips, her ass, she could actually feel them swelling, she could feel how thick and wide they were growing.
As much as she hated having to do it she had to unbutton her pants, everything was getting so tight she was afraid she might not be able to get out of her pants at this point. She sucked in ass best as she could and tried to get the button undone to no avail. It was stuck and there was no way to relieve the pressure.
She panted heavily as her body continued to grow larger, it was so tight, she was so big. Her ass must be the largest she had ever seen, but it wasn’t done growing yet, her massive thighs continued to fill and stretch her pants, the fabric reaching it’s limit as her hips widen further. She only just managed to avoid the button of her jeans hitting her in the face as it rocketed off of her pants, the tremendous pressure haven been too great to contain her any longer. As it flew off she felt some of her huge frame spill out over the edge of her pants, trying to escape the tight confines of her soon to be ruined pants.
She groaned in happily as she heard the first tear, her poor pants loosing the fight against her growing backside. It started with only a small tear, and then another, and another, her ever expanding body was ripping through her pants and it wasn’t long before the jeans were a tattered pile beneath her. She looked down and saw the her underwear which was still biting at her was more like a thong or g-string at this point, there was no hope of removing it and she eagerly awaited as… yes it to ripped in half and she couldn’t help but moan as her naked lower body was free.
“T-that was… amazing… I need… I need MooooOoOooree!” She didn’t even notice how her moans were starting to resemble Moos, she was too caught up in the wonderful feeling of her growing body. She shifted on the loveseat sticking her ass out and looking behind her. It was… it was massive, how could it even be real. She rubbed her huge thigh and gave her ass a firm slap, watching as it wobbled from it. Rational thought should have told her to panic, to be upset even, but this was… this felt so great she was hoping it wasn’t over.
She suddenly felt a stirring in her breasts, a deep aching pressure starting to build within them. It felt like she was getting filled, filled with such a great warmth, filled with so much. Too much, her breasts felt so full, she couldn’t possibly contain this pressure, even her nipples felt it. Eventually the inner pressure lessened, only to replaced with another, the feeling of her bra being too small. She realized that her breasts were growing bigger and she groaned in delight, there was nothing she wanted more. The underwire of the bra was digging in, and the straps were chaffing her shoulders, she could actually see how hard her nipples were through the thickly padded bra. No amount of padding would stop her growth though, her breasts seemed intent on growing to immense proportions just like her ass. She was starting to feel a little dizzy, her shirt and bra were so tight, it was getting a little hard to breath. She could feel the hook in the back of the bra bending out of place, finally letting go and falling away as her bra gave up and let her huge breasts spill forth. She let out a ragged Moo and pulled the bra out from it’s snug home beneath her too tight shirt.
She felt something long and thin slapping at her thigh and nearly stopped for a moment, but as her turgid nipples dragged across the tight fabric of her stretched shirt she couldn’t bare to spare the attention. Her tits were so heavy that she had to rest the against the loveseat for a moment, but she didn’t have the time to. Her chest heaved, swelling forward even faster, her shirt began to falter, as hole tearing in the front and creating a window into her deep canyon of cleavage just before the whole shirt ripped clean in half.
She cried out in joy as her massive tits ballooned outward, finally free and unrestrained by a shirt or bra. Even her nipples were huge, easily bigger than her thumb already. She tugged on one as she grabbed the other breasts and felt just how heavy it was. How was she even going to walk around with these, they were going to pin her to the ground they were just… they felt… they were amazing. She wanted them… to get even bigger. She started to massage them and pull at her thick nipples, trying to encourage a little more growth before they slowed down and finally stopped growing. Her stimulation did the trick and she didn’t noticed her ears changing shape as another few cup sizes were skipped over by her breasts. They must have been bigger than her head, and they felt so soft and heavy. There wasn’t a movement she could make that didn’t make them bounce or jiggle, and every time they did pleasure rippled through her body and she had to resist the urge to tend to that ache in her nipples, the desire to tease and pull them. Well… she didn’t have to resist did she?
She kept pulling and tugging, teasing them like them were… like the teats of a cow, like she wanted to milk them.
Milk…
The very thought of it made a new pressure blossom within her and her breasts swelled even larger as they began to fill. Her nose thickened as she brought a tit to her mouth and stuck the plump teat deep inside, greedily sucking in hopes that she would be rewarded. She pulled hard on her sensitive teats, it nearly hurt but it also felt so good that she couldn’t help but to pull them harder, hard enough that the grew another inch longer, and were left even thicker. These weren’t just nipples anymore, these were teats that belong on an udder, udders like her tits. She felt the warmth still growing, it was so hot, so full, she just needed.. needed it to come out, she needed.
Her mind went blank for a moment at the feeling of the twin arcs of milk jettisoning from her nipples, one across the loveseat the other into her waiting mouth. Suddenly she was gulping down mouthful after mouthful of her own cream, her own sweet milk. She softly mooed through her milk filled mouth, her own tit threatening to smother her if she wasn’t careful. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t stop, nothing could ever feel this good, and she didn’t want to ever take that huge nipples from her mouth again. There was no way to guess how much of the milk she had drank, but the loveseat was soaked, stained with a heavy bath of her own milk, the smell of fresh cream flooded her large nostrils and she breathed in deeply as she gulped down more and more…
Kitten is somehow willing her tits to grow and it’s amazing! Honestly, they feel so full and heavy compared to when we first started dating. She’s been getting compliments and stares ever since she started growing.
A few extra pics from our snapchat photo shoot. It felt so good to be this big again. I love when daddy just stuffs me as big as I can be. When I’m finally this big for real it’s going to be the best day! Follow kittenowned1234 on snapchat to see more. I post every day and I love chatting on there too!
What a breakthrough! And I don’t just mean her bra.
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Sophia’s stomach growled loudly, vibrating hard enough for her to feel it in her chest and hips. Her arms slowly went to her sides, rubbing the smooth red fabric of her sweater.
“Still hungry?” Tom asked, “There’s plenty of everything! Even turkey after that huge portion you had.”
“I-I’m fine for now. I might have a little more turkey later, though.”
Sophia felt like hugging her stomach, her waistline slightly bulged out from the food she had scarfed down. Slowly the pressure started to dissipate, turning into waves of heat and intense tingling.
“Ooooh… Whoa…” Sophia swooned, feeling light as air when the pressure vanished.
“Everything all right?” her mother asked, looking up from a pile of yams.
“M-Mmm, fine,” Sophia assured. Something inside of her was bubbling up, making her mind swim with different erotic thoughts. Under her sweater and inside the depths of her bra, she could feel her nipples perking up in hard, erect nubs. She felt them fighting against the soft padding with a surprising amount of sensitivity.
“Ow!” Sophia cried out suddenly, drawing both Tom’s and Margarette’s eyes.
“Soph?” Tom asked, “What’s wrong?”
“N-Nothing,” she said, “Just something stuck to my clothes pricked me was all.” She feigned a smile, hoping it looked more sincere than it did aroused. She winced again, feeling the band of her bra sliding against her ribs. It felt like the spandex had been pulled taut, sliding against her with enough pressure to cause pain. What the hell??, she wondered, trying to adjust her undergarment through her sweater without drawing attention. This was my most comfortable bra!
Making sure neither of them would see, Sophia glanced down quickly at her chest. “Eep!”
“Sophia!” Margarette scolded, “It’s not polite to act out like this. Act like the adult you are.”
She ignored her mother, as well as the smile Tom was trying to hide between bites of food. Sophia was sure she had seen it. What else could it have been? She looked down again, steeling herself to not make a noise this time.
The sight made her bite her lip, sending a quivering sensation down through her legs and into her loins. Through her tight sweater, the outline of her bra cups could be seen indenting her front. Between each of their curving semi-circles, a soft bulge of flesh was pushing into the fabric where cleavage had previously been nonexistent. Even under her sweater, she could see that what had been empty space moment ago had now closed together into a mash of breast flesh, clearly too large for her 30B bra. It made her want to moan.
The heat she felt running over her body was becoming more intense and starting to focus on her breasts as if they were two spotlights. Her nipples felt like hot pokers, pulsing with engorgement. T-They feel so swollen!, Sophia’s mind cried out, feeling her nipples’ tightening skin throbbing with heat.
Her bra shifted again, her cups lifting away from her ribcage until she drew a breath and they slid off her breasts and back to her torso. The lining rubbed against her nipples as they traveled, making Sophia jump in her seat from the sudden surge of intense pleasure.
The new positioning of her bra pushed her breasts upwards, her nipples popping free of the tiny cups. “M-MM!” she loosed without control, her thighs slamming shut when she felt moisture beginning to form.
“I-I think I’ll make…nnngh…m-make a trip up to…to the s-second bathroom…” Sophia stammered in a flustered voice. She excused herself from the table before anyone could protest. Both Tom and Margarette could hear her stumbling up the stairs moments later, the bathroom door closing suddenly.
“What has gotten into those two?” Margarette asked, casting a look at Tom. “You’re feeling all right, aren’t you?”
“Perfectly fine!” Tom agreed. “Can’t imagine what’s wrong with Sophia. Or Ruby for that matter. She’s been away for quite some time now…”
“Ruby!” she called. No response came and Margarette slanted her frown. “Would you mind going to check on her?”
“Check on Ruby?”
“Just knock on the door and make sure she’s still awake. Maybe she had a bit to drink without me noticing. She always was the problem child,” Margarette laughed, taking a large gulp of wine from her glass. “Please?”
“Sure thing,” Tom caved. Please don’t let Sophia come down, please don’t let Sophia come down, he thought. He would never hear the end of it if she caught him talking to Ruby alone in that dress.
The chair squeaked when he stood up from the table, leaving his mother-in-law to herself as he passed into the hallway. The door to the bathroom loomed closer on his left down the hall, a light shining through the crack at the bottom.
“Nngh…” he heard coming softly from behind the door.
“Ruby?” he almost whispered. No response. His palms were uncomfortably sweaty, faced with the awkward situation of checking on his sister-in-law in the bathroom.
He knocked gently on the door. “Ru–” he started to call, stopping short when the door slowly swung open from his hand. In an instant, Tom realized that in her rush Ruby had locked the door but not closed it all the way. His heart felt like it was in his throat as it revealed the bathroom’s contents, his mind unable to tell his arm to reach for the door handle, much less tell his eyes to look away from the sight before him.
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