Kinda fucked up and nasty how vampires drink blood, imo. Like. Pepsi costs a dollar seventy five
Hospital
Not me I’m paying a dollar seventy five. At the hospital
I feel like we’re getting off topic
So is pepsi if you steal it?
Because it’s only a dollar seventy five
Why in God’s name would a vampire drink pepsi
Why would anyone drink Pepsi?
Huh?
That’s why I’m not a fan of the sexy vampire trope.
1. It’s overused and supports the current status quote of typical vampire supremacy:worshiping rich folk.
2. Vampires prey upon humans and therefore symbolize capitalists preying on the working class.
3. Werewolves are much sexier imo.
am I having a stroke????
you might want to go to the hospital then
I hear the Pepsi is cheaper there
Wow, she IS a jolly good fellow
*employs the cockroaches*
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Kinda fucked up and nasty how vampires drink blood, imo. Like. Pepsi costs a dollar seventy five
Hospital
Not me I’m paying a dollar seventy five. At the hospital
I feel like we’re getting off topic
So is pepsi if you steal it?
Because it’s only a dollar seventy five
Why in God’s name would a vampire drink pepsi
Why would anyone drink Pepsi?
Huh?
That’s why I’m not a fan of the sexy vampire trope.
1. It’s overused and supports the current status quote of typical vampire supremacy:worshiping rich folk.
2. Vampires prey upon humans and therefore symbolize capitalists preying on the working class.
3. Werewolves are much sexier imo.
am I having a stroke????
you might want to go to the hospital then
I hear the Pepsi is cheaper there
Wow, she IS a jolly good fellow
*employs the cockroaches*
Follow me for more! I’m just a fifty year old woman who loves memes! Proud mother, proud slut, just a lil’ mama cooking up some mischief! Inbox is always open!
“Oh my god Kathy, look at this one!” Nichole laughed, holding up a realistic looking cowboy outfit, complete with a tail and a udder “The shop is so weird..” Nichole was a average sized girl, 5'5, 130 lbs, perky B cup breasts, and shoulder length brown hair. Kathlyn was taller than her friend, reaching nearly 5'8, she was rather skinny but had a large butt that drew your attention, and her long blonde hair reached midway down her back.
“Your tellin’ me Nikki.” Kathlyn laughed, rummaging through a bin of strange costumes. Nichole and Kathlyn had been shopping at the mall when they stumbled across a new store tucked away at the back end. It was the end of September, and they had been delighted to find a costume shop, hoping to find a hidden gem to wear for Halloween. The shop was cramped into one of the smaller boutiques, and most of the costumes were stuffed into large bins to save floor space. The lone employee had ducked out back and the girls were left to themselves as the dug in the bins.
Kathlyn laughed to herself, pulling out a slutty witch outfit, complete with giant fake boobs, she draped it over her chest and pretend to saunter toward Nichole, much to her amusement. “Damn Kathy, you look good with a huge pair of titties!”
“Shhhh, don’t yell titties out loud Nikki.” She scolded her friend, worried the shopkeep would have heard them. “Lets try something on already. Here try this.” Kathy threw a costume to Nichole.
Nichole grabbed the costume, scoffing as she realized it was a fake pregnancy suit, that was rather revealing. “Haha, yeah right Kathy, I’m gonna be a big ol’ preg for Halloween!” They both laughed and Nichole went to sit the suit down, but for some reason she couldn’t stop looking at it. Something about the large curves and hefty breasts of the costume looked so sexy to her, and she smiled when she saw the outfit even had fake milk stains coming from the breasts as if the outfit was lactating. “They really pay attention to details here.” She said to herself.
“What’d you say Nikki?”
“Oh.. Uhm, nothing. I was just talking to myself..” Nichole responded distractedly.
“You still lookin’ at the mommy outfit?” Kathlyn asked “Come on, lets both try one on!” She grinned, lifting up an identical outfit from the pile she was digging in. Nichole grinned and they both went into the dressing rooms.
Nichole stripped out of her clothes, taking off her jeans and loose top, then her small white bra and panties. She shivered as the cool mall air touched her bare skin, giving her body an glance in the mirror. She was nearly perfect, all she needed were slightly bigger breasts. ‘I guess now I’ll have them’ She thought, holding the costume to her chest.
She unzipped the back of the outfit and slowly got her arms and legs through the holes. She could already feel the weight of the costume weighing on her torso, it felt strangely heavier once it was on you she though, struggling to grasp the zipper. She finally grasped it and pull it up, sealing herself into the pregnancy costume. She felt weighed down by the outfit, its large breasts and protruding stomach felt and looked so strange. She looked herself over in the mirror, jiggling the realistic looking belly and tits. “Hahaa, I’m huge!” She laughed, rubbing her belly “I must be at least 7 months pregnant…”
Nichole yelled to the other dressing room “Kathy! Are you knocked up yet!?”
“I’ll say. It looks like I’m ready to pop one out at any minuet!” Kathlyn yelled back.
The girls left the dressing rooms at the same time, and they gasped in unison. The costumes looked so realistic, the way their bellies stuck straight out, hanging out over the costumes shorts. Or the way the G cup breasts jiggled in the bra that looked too small for them, its front appearing dark and damp as if ready for a milking.
“Oh Nikki! Your glowing, how far along are you?” Kathlyn asked mimicking a well meaning nosy person.
“I’m about 8 months in, but more importantly, who is the father?” She joked, pointing at Kathlyn’s huge belly. “I bet it was Tom!”
“Eeeww! That’s so gross Nikki!” Kathlyn threw a costume at her friends head in mock anger “I’d rather it have been Mark anyhow.”
“I should have known…” Nichole smiled, not surprised by her friends choice. Looking at the shops wall clock, Nichole realized it had been over an hour and a half since they started looking through the bins. “Shit, we got to get going, Erin’s gonna be pissed if were late.” Nichole struggled again to reach her zipper. “Get over here and help me get this thing off.”
The girls went back into one of the dressing rooms, and struggled to move around as their large bellies made it hard to navigate the small booth. “Ugh! Hurry up and get this off of me, the thing weighs too much, my back hurts and the fake breasts are squishing me and making me feel sore.”
“Yeah me too.” Kathlyn grimaced, managed to get a hold of her friends zipper and pull it down. The undersized bra and shorts fell away, leaving Nichole completely naked. Her huge G cups jutted out from her chest, capped with slightly puffed out areola and long dark nipples, and her overly large belly were now exposed. She scowled at the costume in the mirror “I meant the whole outfit Kathy. Get it off me already!”
“I… There’s… Uh Nikki… There’s no zipper.”
“What are you talking about!?” Nichole said angrily, reaching behind her to find the zipper. But all she felt was her skin, and as she struggled about her belly pressed against the cold glass of the mirror and sent a chill up her spine. She could feel the icy mirror on her large stomach, as if it was her own. With a mixed feeling of disbelief and terror she rubbed at her belly, then gingerly poked at one of her large pinkish brown nipples. A pleasant zing shot through her, and she watched a drop of white liquid fall from the nipple.
“What are you doing Nikki!” Kathlyn grunted, pulling down her own zipper and watching as her clothes fell away.
Nichole grabbed her breasts and mashed them together, they were real. She wanted to scream, forced to watch her new heavily pregnant body in the mirror as she pull at a nipple and watched a thin stream of milk spray onto the glass.
Kathlyn realized she too was stuck in the suit, and she slapped at her back, trying to find the second zipper in vain. “Nikki did you find the other zipper yet? I’m stuck in this whale!” she laughed nervously, confused at why the costume felt so damn heavy on her.
“Uh… about that… I don’t think its a costume…”
“What? What are you saying!?” Kathlyn growled, spinning her friend around. They stood belly to belly and Nichole could only think of one way to show her. She grabbed her right breast and gave it a tight squeeze, sending a stream of pearly milk into her shocked friends face.
“What the fuck Nikki you got this.. Milk? You got whatever this stuff is all over me!” Kathlyn yelled, wiping down her face and then moving to clean off her breasts and belly. She looked horrified as she felt herself touching her belly, not just from her hands, but actually from the giant belly. Her belly, her hugely pregnant belly. She wanted to scream, she wanted to run, she wanted to do anything to get her out of the this cramped little both. She was gonna be stuck looking like she was ready to burst with her naked friend, and there was no escaping the uncomfortably large stomach and heavy milk laden breasts that now dominated their bodies.
“Calm down Kathlyn… Just.. Just give me a moment!” Nichole shouted, trying to collect herself and not think about how good it would feel to get more of that milk out of her tits. “Clearly… this shops magic or something.. we just got ask the shopkeep how to get out of these.”
“Y-yeah… I mean… He’s gotta have some way to take these off.” Kathlyn said with hope.
The girls slowly managed to put the tight and revealing clothes back on after a few minuets of struggling, and left the dressing room. The store clerk sat on a stool behind the stores counter, a look of boredom on his face as he flipped through a magazine.
“Hey! Uhm… Steve.” Kathlyn asked, reading the employees nametag. “So… this stores magic?”
“Yup.” She answered, not looking up from his magazine.
“Well.. how do we.. I mean how…” Kathlyn struggled to ask the question. Nichole interrupted “How do we get these fat preggo bellies off us, the suits are real and we can get them off!”
The clerk sighed “Does anyone ever read the sign?” He pointed toward a large sign on the wall near the clock. The girls hearts sank as they read the sign.
1. Do not damage the merchandise, you break it you buy it! 2. Only try on one outfit at a time. 3. No food or pets allowed inside the store. 4. All outfits are permanent, wear at your own risk.
“How the hell can you run a store like this, what is your problem!?” Nichole yelled at the shocked clerk, Kathlyn holding her back as she tried to get at the store clerk. “Look what you did to me!”
“Hey lady I didn’t do nothin’ to you, I’m not the one too dumb to read a sign.”
Kathlyn dragged her friend out the door, trying to stop her from assaulting the agitated store clerk. “Nikki, calm down!” She scolded her friend, standing between her and the door.
“But… But look what he did to us..” Nichole said through near sobs. Kathlyn hugged her friend as best as she could, their huge bellies and breasts pressed against each other. They embraced for a minuet or two, feeling comfort that they weren’t alone in this strange situation. Eventually they moved to a table at the nearby food court and pondered their fates.
“At least there’s no actual kids in here.” Kathlyn said rubbing herself and wishing she was at home so she could try and get some of the milk out of her breasts.
“But.. But that means we can’t give birth… What if that means we can never shrink back down!”
There was no way to get rid of these huge bellies, no amount of dieting or exorcize could ever undo their magical fake pregnancies, and their breasts would never stop producing such large quantities of milk.
Nichole rested her heavy breasts on the table for support. “I think I’m having food cravings like a pregnant woman. I wish I had a big plate of french fries with mustard right now.” Nichole pouted “We should get something to eat then go to the maternity store I guess…” The girls both looked at their unattractive and revealing costume short and tops, nodding in agreement.
Clover sat down on the stairs, her balance unsteady. She was so front heavy now, it felt like gravity was trying to pull her down the last few steps only to land on her immense breasts and udder. She scratched at her floppy cow ears as she stared down into her canyon of cleavage. Her breasts were bigger than bowling balls, and she took small solace in having found a bra that fit, even if it was a K cup. She sighed to herself at that though, Before her breasts had swollen with milk she was only a full C cup, or maybe even a small D, but now. Now the two gallon sized milked filled breasts hanging from her chest seemed an appropriate size to go with her body.
She frowned further as she though about how it had changed. Large floppy cow like ears, small nub like horns that had felt like the worst migraine imaginable as they grew out. A long tail capped with a tuft of hair that swished aimlessly behind her, swatting at non existent flies. Even her nose had grown a bit wider and darker, but the change that shocked her the most was the udder. It was larger than her breasts and weighed a considerable amount, heavily sitting in her lap, a constant reminder of how inhuman she had become. It rubbery skin was taught and warm, and you could almost feel the pressure of how much milk was inside it. Which didn’t surprise her, her body seemed to be trying to make more milk than her newly grown endowments could hold and she frequently had leaks of pearly white milk stream from her ponderous teats or thick nipples. Having teats was weird, they felt limp and floppy until she started to stroke them, despite not increasing in size they did become firmer and more sensitive as she tried to work the milk out, and it wouldn’t be long until she found herself in a trance, softly mooing as she emptied her udder.
Her life seemed to revolve around milking herself now, and she had been lucky that one of her friends had been understanding and agreed to deliver her food every few days. Even if she did tease her about having a name fitting for a cow… But there was no way she could go outside looking like this, she didn’t know if people would freak out or try and make her their cowgirl slave. She tried to pretend like that thought didn’t excite her at all, instead focusing on what she needed to do today. Just because she had turned into some sort of cow creature didn’t mean she didn’t need to ear a living, thankfully she worked online out of home as a blogger. This gave her ample time to attend to her breasts and udder.
Today she was going to write a very angry review of a product she had recently tried, TFIndustries Magic-Milk, guaranteed to help you grow into a busty beauty. Sure the product had worked, but it had gone above and beyond and now she was more of a bovine beauty…
She had always loved meditating in the grassy field, but now that she had become a cowgirl, the thought of relaxing in a big field of tasty grass, only wearing her thin yoga outfit as a cool summer breeze blew across the mostly bare skin of her enormous breasts… Even thinking about it was enough to make her breast feel heavy and full with milk. Sure enough, her shirt was soaked once gain as the milk dripped from her nipples in a near constant stream. She would need to stop and milk herself if she wanted to be able to concentrate on her meditation.
I don’t upload a ton of drawn art on here because my stuffs not that great, but I think this one came out alright
A girl fighting breast expanding aliens with a energy beam gun. Pew pew pew!
Well you can’t win every fight, better retreat until you can get a hand with those…
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Felt like doodling something last night before bed, and the blobby shapes eventually started to look like some art. So I actually cleaned it up and colored it and line it, and decided it’s actually better than my things I planned out ahead of time.
Haven’t thought up a name for her, or a plot beyond that she is part of a team that fights aliens intent on turning everyone into hucows to be milked for reasons.
‘Having bigger breasts would be awesome, but having big milky breasts would be a dream’ This wasn’t the first time you stood in the maternity section of the store fantasizing about your breasts, imagining them large and milk filled, or how great it would be if you were pregnant. Today you were examining breast pumps, you couldn’t believe you were actually considering buying one and trying to induce lactation, it might be a bit of work, and you probably wouldn’t get more than a few drops every now and then, but you might actually buy one this time. As you compared prices and features your breasts suddenly started to feel hot, pleasantly warm but nearly uncomfortable, and as you rub them gently you feel them start grow larger right in the middle of the store. At first you try and ignore how tight your shirt feels, this can’t actually be happening, but the straps of your bra are digging into you now, and you can see breasts beginning swelling beneath your shirt. They are filling with a warm pressure and your nipples begin to tingle as they become hard. You try and keep your composure, you can’t just rip off your shirt in public…
You try to adjust your growing breasts nervously, but the feeling in your nipples is so distracting. They feel bigger than before, as if they are growing in tandem with you chest, and with their new size comes sensitivity. Every move you make sends an electric jolt through them as the tight bra squishes and pulls them one way or another. You need to get the bra off, it’s making it so much worse, your nearly panting at this point from the heat and stimulation. You unclasp your bra to alleviate the tightness, and feel your huge rack surge forward, free from the constraints of the bra. It’s undeniable, you must have gained two cup sizes while standing there.
You stifle a moan and look around, there’s nobody watching thankfully, but at any moment someone might happen by and see you standing there, clutching your bra with one hand and tweaking you shirt tenting nipples with the other. Your nipples are so big now, almost two full inches long and as wide as your thumb, you drop your bra and use both hand to grope at them from under your shirt. Suddenly your hand starts to feel wet, the front of your shirt looks damp and you can feel the telltale drip of liquid falling from the tips of your nipples. Lost in the moment you lift your shirt and witness the first sight of your boobs. Hefty F cups capped with dripping two inch nipples. Breathing heavily you reach out and grab a nipple, pulling it gently and watching in delight as a arc of white cream splashes the display and leaves the boxes dripping.
You don’t think your in control of your body now, your mind says to run or hide, but there you stand alternating from breast to breast as you pull on your nipples one after the other, milking yourself like a cow. You hear a gasp from your side and you can feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but your tits feel so good you wouldn’t stop for anything. Time flies by in a blur and you don’t know if its been hours or minuets, your breasts are still hot and warm, and milk is still slowly dripping from your nipples. Somehow you muster the willpower to pull down your soaked shirt, you can’t get it over your midriff now, and it clings to your breasts. You fold your arms trying to conceal your tits, they must have swollen to a g cup while you milked them, and thanks to how wet your shirt is they are pretty visible underneath it. The bra is no longer an option though, and you abandon any hope of buying a pump, trying to get out of the store without causing a scene. It’s time to head home and give yourself a good long milking, the first of many…
