#tf-warlock
The sun was like a fiery lance of pain, her head throbbed and her large furry ears dropped down as she winced in pain. As if a hangover wasn’t bad enough, she had the ears and tail of a donkey, also courtesy of her night drinking with friends. They just had to go and play pool at some bar they found online called Coachman’s , couldn’t just go to their usual spot or just buy some beer to take home. At least she had only had one drink and didn’t finish her game, otherwise she might have ended up far worse off. This was at least manageable, maybe even cute. She gave herself her sexiest pose in the mirror, but had to laugh as she tried to imagine herself being “sexy” with her new features. As she laughed a loud braying sound mixed into her mirth and she groaned with embarrassment.
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The lovely kariwerners has been patiently waiting for The Warlock to give her another taste of a TF, and this time we decided to spring for a more bovine transformation.
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Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs Day 12 Pumpkingirl
It’s not a good idea to tell a farmer that they charge too much for their so called “magic pumpkins”, people can get very offended when you accuse them of trying to you rip you off. It’s a extra bad idea when the farmer is actually a warlock. You might just end up getting cursed for doing such a thing. You might end up slowly turning into a half girl half pumpkin each October, and not turning back until the day after Halloween… Next time, just buy the pumpkin…
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Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs Day 11 Bat
She had always been afraid of bats, well, not so much afraid as paranoid they would fly in her hair, and not always as much as since she was a little kid. Erin had been the youngest of three children, and her two older brothers loved to tease there somewhat gullible younger sister. One summer in particular they had convinced her that bats would swoop down from the sky and get tangled in her hair, and from then on it had been a fear of hers.
She may have grown up, but the childhood fear lingered. She currently was panicking, one of her friends had invited her to a Halloween party and she had accepted before she found out it was at a cabin on the hillside by the lake. Even in early fall, bats would fly down from the caves in the mountain to eat bugs by the lake, and she just knew it meant her impending doom. She had no idea what she was going to do and started to panic.
She spent the rest of the day trying to find some solution online. Eventually she came across an ad for Bat-Spray. Bat-Spray, guaranteed to solve all of your bat related problems. She assumed it must work like bug spray, and with 4 days remaining ordered a package of the spray cans for rush delivery. She spent the next three days nervously awaiting her package, and on the night before the party a late delivery truck showed up and dropped of the white cardboard box with her prize.
Erin quickly grabbed the box and ran inside with it, taking it to her kitchen and tearing into the box with a knife. Within moments she had packing peanuts and cardboard covering her floor and the unassuming blue spray can in hand. It had a picture of a bat, and the words Bat-Spray, but no information, but she assumed you just spray yourself liberally. She gave her hand a quick spritz to smell. It was fruity, but also somewhat musty. Not the greatest smell, but not bad either, she could live with it.
Satisfied with her purchase she finished off her night and went to bed. Her sleep was troubled with odd dreams of soaring through the night skies, or over dark forests. She awoke feeling nervous and tense, all sense of relief had vanished. She went to push herself out of bed, but found her arms weren’t… working right. She stumbled and rolled out of bed and staggered to her floor length mirror only to freeze in her tracks. All thought left her at that point and she looked blankly at her reflection, well, a reflection. She wasn’t convinced this THING was her. It looked like her, but it had leathery wings instead of arms, and it’s ears sat on tops its head. Even it’s nose was darker and a different shape. She went to scream and noticed the sharp teeth in her mouth, this was too much.
Erin spent the rest of the afternoon figuring out how to use a mouse and keyboard with the two nubby hook like protrusions of her wings. It was slow going but she managed with difficulty. She researched bats for hours, eventually finding her fear was just a rumor, and that bats were actually quite interesting. She wasn’t sure she wanted to stay a batgirl, but she was going to have the best Halloween costume this year and could call the company for a refund after the party…
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Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs Day 6 Harpy Crow
What an adorable coat she thought, lifting the black garment from the clothing rack and inspecting its feather like surface. With this outfit she could dress up like a crow for Halloween. She took the coat to the front of the store and quickly paid for it, then rushed to her car with a bounce in her step.
She got home soon after that, having enjoyed her quick car ride home listening to the radio. She was humming some catchy tune as she walked inside her apartment.
“Oh yeah, gotta see how this coat looks! I didn’t even try it on…” In her excitement she hadn’t even seen if it fit. As she put it over her shoulders and tried to get her hands through the arm holes she started to frown. It didn’t seem like she could managed to get her hands through it, for some reason it didn’t fit.
After a few minuets of flailing around she gave up and went to take the coat off, but she found she couldn’t grip anything with the feathery material over her arms. She was starting to feel itchy too, as if the skin of her legs was being irritated and her feet were very dry and scratchy.
“Great I’m stuck in this stupid cot, that doesn’t even fit, and I’m having an allergic reaction.” She tried once more to dislodge the coat, flapping her arms up and down, without any feeling in her hands. It looked like she had wings, and did feathers fall of the coat and onto her legs? She looked down…. no… no those feathers were coming out of her leg.
She watched in shock as her legs started to quickly become covered in feathers, and anything below the knee started to become scaly. In a quick and unpleasant pop, she felt her legs shift into a digitigrade stance and she let out a caw of fear.
She tried to run to her bedroom, wanting to escape the coat, but she only made it part way up the stairs before nearly falling. Her new legs would take some getting used to and she had no hands for grabbing the railing. Her body was setup like some sort of… crow harpy.
“This CAAAAWWWWn’t be real, this CAAAAWWWWn’t be happening…” She slumped down onto the steps, sitting on her feathered butt. “I’d better not start laying eggs.” She grumpily flapped her arms at her sides and was surprised when she lifted off the ground a little. “Did I just…” She hopped down the stairs to the middle of the room and started flapping in earnest.
Her large breasts jiggled and bounced heavily, and she wished she was wearing a thicker bra under her dress. She doubted she would be able to get a bra on now, but at least she could fly. She could FLY! She was heavily beating her wings and maintaining a ungraceful floating motion four feet off the ground. It wasn’t much right now, but at least being half bird had one advantage…
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She looked at herself in the mirror, god her ass was huge. She never expected her thighs and ass would get so big from contracting the TF-Virus but as she began to grow the ears, a mane, and the tail of a horse her rear started to pack on the pounds. Bulking up in both muscle and fat until she was unable to fit in any pair of pants. She was thankful to have a single dress that was flowy enough to contain how large she was, it was the only thing keeping her from dying of embarrassment. She twitched her nose a little as she fretted over it’s size, it was verging on turning into a muzzle and she was glad that it seemed to be content at its current size. Why did everything have to get so big anyhow, she thought while rubbing one of her plump cheeks. It did feel good though, her skin was so warm and soft and she couldn’t help but give it a firm slap. She gave a low moan and clapped her hands over her mouth in hopes nobody heard her.
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It had taken her years to track it down, years to finally get a hold of the idol. A carved statuette of the goddess of beauty, blessed by an ancient priestess and rumored to grant wishes to those who truly desire them. She was one such girl, and there was one thing she desired more than anything else. Large breasts, big heavy sweater filling tits guaranteed to catch the eyes of both men and women alike. As she burnt a few herbs and arranged a series of trinkets around the statue that was what she wished for…
The bowl of herbs erupt in fire, casting a back light behind the statue that looked both ominous and mysterious. The eyes of the statue seemed to shine like diamonds and a low hum started to build until she began to hear a voice in the hum.
“…Breasts? That is what you wish from a goddess of beauty? I tire of you already…” The strange voice hummed from both the statue and within her head.
“No! You can’t leave, I… I need them. I’m so flat chested nobody wants to look at me, nobody could love me!” She desperately yelled at the goddess.
The statue would have given the girl a disappointed look if it’s expression had ever changed. In all the years since she had been summoned last, people still thought large breasts were the only things that made someone beautiful? This was why she stopped answering prayers eons ago. Fine, she mused, if men are still pigs and she wants to look beautiful for a pig than so be it.
For a moment she thought the goddess had left but the hum began to grow louder and louder, becoming a near deafening ring until she felt a thick warmth envelop her. Her entire body felt soft and like clay, clay being molded by the hum of the goddess. She was dimly aware of her chest swelling outwards, of her ears growing in size, her nose changing shape, and a small tail that now poked out from the band of her pants.
“There, go to your boorish suitors, impress them with your hefty bosom and fornicate like the pigs you are. I am done with mortals, you have no concept of true beauty, perhaps i will return in another few thousand years to see if you have become enlightened yet.” The hum buzzed sharply for a moment and the fire burned bright once more before extinguishing itself. The room felt empty now…
She looked down over her snout like nose into the mass of cleavage in her shirt. She had huge tits now, way beyond anything she had expected, and… and she had a pig nose and big floppy ears, even her front teeth seemed larger and more pig like. She shouldn’t have yelled, she.. she should have explained better. She didn’t mean to end up like this,this wasn’t what she had wanted.
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My half of a art trade with http://bobbyj251.deviantart.com/
They look ready for the beach or the farm…
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She couldn’t understand why they told her not to take the old trail. It seemed like it was a much shorter way to get there, and it was cleaned and well kept. Whoever thought it was cursed was just superstitious…
It had been a few minuets before she noticed. A few minuets before she could swear the her pants weren’t fitting right any more. She always wore them tight to show off her ass, but this was getting ridiculous. It was like, the further she walked down the old trail the tighter they got, or the larger her ass got. As she thought about it, it actually did seem like her ass was bigger… She grabbed her increasingly voluptuous ass and squeezed it. She grinned at the thought of having a even bigger and sexier ass and broke into a run. She didn’t know what was causing this, but if going further down the trail made it bigger she was all for it.
As she ran down the old trail she started to feel strange. Her ears itched, her spine tingled, her pants were badly ripping. She couldn’t place it, but something was off. The changes didn’t seem to be happening to her ass now, just other places. The itch of her ears was gone, but now they felt heavy and everything sounded louder. The strange pulling feeling and itchiness of her spine had stopped, but now something long a ropelike kept slapping her leg, and the itchiness shot straight up the center of her back.
She slowed down to a walk as she realized that her ears were now large and flopped to the side of her head. They were covered in brownish gray fur and looked like those of a donkey. Her tail twitch in a nervous manner and she didn’t need to look behind her to know that it too would look like that of a donkey.
She bolted back the other way, hoping that the changes would reverse themselves if she traced her footsteps back. There was no magical tingle though, and neither her tail, ears, or ass looked anything like they did when she started this walk.
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Amy sighed and sat down “Look, you don’t wanna mess with that, It’s abit trickier of magic than we are ready to deal with..”
She shot Amy a skeptical look “Yeah?”
“Alright, it’s a wand that grants fantasies. It starts with giving you something you want, and then slowly changes it until it’s not really what you wanted.”
“Can’t you just magic whatever it does away again?” April asked skeptically
“I-I… It makes it hard..” Amy shifted her legs awkwardly and grabbed a pillow concealing a growing bulge in her pants before her friend noticed “It makes it so you don’t want to change back even though you know you should.”
“Uh huh.. Well maybe you just didn’t want to change back?” she playful taunted Amy.
Amy looked annoyed and flustered “Fine April, don’t believe me. Play with it all weekend if you want.”
“Jeez, calm down Amy, I’m just joking, no need to get in a huff…”
Amy couldn’t stay mad at April long, and soon they were back to joking and having a good time. Eventually it was time for Amy to leave and she gave April a kiss and grabbed her bags.
“I know you won’t believe me, so I’m just gonna say good luck. Hopefully you don’t have any super weird fetishes…” Amy chuckled nervously as she hugged April goodbye.
“Your such a worry wart Ames, I’m not gonna play with it… much.”
“Alright, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Amy smiled at April and walked out the door as April closed it. “That girl doesn’t know what shes in for…” She thought to herself, knowing that the wands magic prevented her from stopping April from using it.
It had been a little over an hour since her girlfriend had left, and April was already bored. Bored and curious, curious about the antique wand. It wasn’t the first legit magic trinket the Amy had brought home from work, but it sounded a bit more serious than the others, a bit more… fun. April sat on the couch staring at the wand as it sat on the counter looking innocent and mundane. She scoffed to herself “Amy is just screwing with me, it’s probably not even real.”
April got up and walked over to the wand, grabbing it and giving it a flourish and flick like wizards do in the movies. There was a flash of light and she felt like the wind had been knocked out of her as she stumbled back onto the couch. The magical energies enveloped her and she felt as if the magic was in her head… searching for.. something. Suddenly she started to think about all manner of fetishes and fantasies she had ever imagined, every dirty little idea that had ever crossed her mind. Eventually her thoughts stopped racing and she was left thinking about her tits. Thinking about how great it would be if they started to grow.
She was a little nervous now, the wand was real, and she could already feel her breasts start to get hotter. They were so warm, so hot and soft, so… so big! She could feel them begin to strain the fabric of her shirt, and as much as she knew she should take it off, the thought of her tits growing until the burst out of it was too enticing. With every breath they felt heavier and larger, the shirt tightened painfully and she was starting to have difficulty breathing from the compression. She watched eagerly as her shirt began to falter, the fabric giving up in its fight to contain her tits, and eventually ripping down the front and providing much needed relief.
She breathed deeply, her huge breasts heaving with her chest. They were huge, larger than any breasts she had ever seen in person, and rivaling many she had seen only in artwork. This was.. this was awesome, she had actually got to experience breast expansion, a fantasy she had had for a long time… long… For some reason the word long felt important. Something was supposed to be long wasn’t it? She cupped her breasts as she tried to think of what was so important. What was supposed to be long? She kneaded her tits, smooshing them into each other and tugging on one of her nipples. Her nipples!? They hadn’t grown at all. Her breasts were huge now, but she still had her normal sized nipples.
The more she thought about them, the more she realized she wanted them to grow too. It wasn’t long before the magical feeling of her tits swelling returned, but this time it was centered in her nipples. She could barely contain herself as they too started to swelling, crowing from the size of pencil erasers to the size of cherries, then to the size of her thumb, then larger still. Her nipples grew thicker and longer without stop, quickly passing what would be considered normal and entering the realm of fetish porn she had seen online.
Within just a few minuets she had gone from an ordinary C cup to breasts that she couldn’t even guess the size of, complete with teat like nipples. Teats… Teats like those on a cow…
She panicked as thoughts of her breasts filling with milk started to enter her head. The magic didn’t wait to convince her this time and she immediately felt her breasts swell with milk. Creamy white droplets started to drip from her large nipples as the pressure in her breasts became intense. They were so hot and full, she could almost here the milk sloshing around. She had to do something, she had to.. to milk herself. She ran to the bathroom and knelled over the tub, squeezing her tits together and pulling on her teats. Streams of milk sprayed out from them, and she had to bite her lip to not scream out in joy at the feeling of milking herself. Why did it feel so good!? She wasn’t some cow meant for milking…
April started to fixate on the idea of begin a cow and she barely managed to start toward the kitchen before more changes started. A tail quickly poke out above the band of her shorts, and she nearly slipped in a puddle of her own milk as her feet changed into clumsy hooves. Her nails became dark, then grew larger and larger until they started to take over her foot, merging together into a black mass then a fully formed hoof. Her lower legs changed shape slightly to accommodate her new hooves and she lumbered toward the wand she had left on the counter. At least she still had hands, maybe she could use the wand to stop this.
Why did she want to stop it though, and why did she want to have hands anymore?
The wand clattered to the ground, rolling away from her until it hit the wall. April blinked in confusion and walked over to pick it up, her steps heavy and unsure as her newly formed hooves clacked loudly on the wood. As she leaned down to pick it up she found that her hand refused to move. Her fingers were still, and rapidly become darker as they joined together into another set of hooves. She desperately tried to pick up the wand, but her clumsy hoof hands just knocked it away again. Feeling quite defeated she sank to the ground and crossed her arms under her heavy milk filled breasts, breasts she could no longer bring relief to. Fat droplets of milk dripped from her thick teat like nipples once more, and she let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a moo. The pressure was so intense, it was terrible and wonderful at the same time, and unless she figured out some way to milk herself without hands she was going to get to “enjoy” it all weekend.
At least the magic seems to have stopped she though as she looked at the clock and sighed, it was only 8pm Friday evening, her friend wouldn’t be back until Monday morning. There was no way she could last 60 hours without milking herself, if only her friend was here. If Amy was still here she could give her her hands back, or better yet, she could milk her. She imagined herself on four hooves, getting milked by Amy like a farm animal. No… she wanted to turn back, not to stay like this, certainly not to be stuck with hooves for hands. Stuck, stuck on all fours like an animal. She tried to banish the strange fantasies from her head as she got up, but something was wrong. She hadn’t stood up at all, she was actually walking around on all four hooves, and it felt natural. Her arms seemed a little longer than they used to, somewhere in between arms and legs. This was too much, she had to stand up and stop thinking about being stuck on the ground like this. Her tail flicked to the side angrily as she tried to force herself to a standing position. Her legs wobbled and she fell forward onto her hooves heavily, there was no way for her to stand now, the magic had been effected by her perverted fantasy once again.
April slowly walked to the livingroom, her four hooves loudly clopping as she stepped, and her heavy breasts hanging from her chest leaving a trail of milk droplets. It took her a few minuets to figure out how to turn the TV on by using the remote with her mouth, and it was a bit awkward to climb into the couch. Eventually she was sitting comfortably watching reruns of a show she liked, trying to ignore how full of milk her breasts had become. By now the magic had fully dissipated, and gone with it were the thoughts of turning back to normal, of getting rid of her hooves, or her tail, or turning her breasts back to normal. Now she just wanted Amy to get home, to comfort her. She just need her girlfriend to… to milk her, that would feel amazing.
She yawned deeply, her body felt so heavy and tired after all of its changes, and she started to doze off. As she felt asleep she thought to herself, this isn’t so bad, as long as Amy milked her regularly she might actually enjoy being her pet cowgirl.
Got positive feedback about my first Dickhead Girl, and despite Thetransformtentacle’s (From Furaffinity) efforts to provide us with so many lovely girls turning into big throbbing cocks, there isn’t enough, so The Warlock had to send a package containing a “drink” he collected form the first girl that he transformed…
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Centauress in the Fae Woods
The fae woods holds many mysteries, and the strange beings within rarely let any who loose their way ever leave. A group of mischievous fairies turned this girl into a centauress, and left halfway between girl and horse, and halfway between man and woman. It’s all a little too much for the poor girl and she couldn’t control her new sensations…
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She took the summer off from school to spend some time in the countryside… it looks like she might be bringing some country back with her when she leaves.
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There have been tales of girls who were visited by “the Boob Fairy” and suddenly developing larger breasts overnight. Most people think it’s a metaphor for puberty, but in reality such a fairy does exist and has caused many girls to grow to quite large of sizes. Many such magical creatures exist, but not all of them are as pleasant as the Boob Fairy.
Jane wishes that was the fairy the visited her. Instead she got a visit from the Nipple Imp.
The small red skinned demon was floating around her giggling, her leathery bat wings flapping sending her curly blonde locks into disarray as her spade tipped tail swung behind her. Her hair was parted by a curved pair of demonic horns, and large goblin like ears, her breasts were big for her size, easily f cups if scaled to a normal girl, but what was truly remarkable was their tremendous nipples. Thick pink erect teats that hung a full three inches from her tiny frame.
Jane could only stare at the creature, shocked at it’s sudden appearance and by the huge nipples hanging down from her chest.
The demoness stopped in front of her, hovering as if by magic with her wings lazily fluttering behind her. She seemed to be sizing Jane up, and then she squeezed her breasts together and wiggled her generous nipples in Jane’s face.
“Like what ya’ see?” She grinned a sharp toothed smile. “I bet they will look even better… ON YOU!” She stuck out a clawed hand and shot a thin red beam of light at Jane’s large breasts.
She gasped out in fear as the beam of red light hit her tits right on the nipples, but there was no pain and her fear turned to anger, she tried to grab the demon who only flew higher and taunted her with seductive poses and air kisses. Jane’s attention was Immediately brought back to her nipples, they felt as if they had been submerged in hot water, like they were smooth and elastic in form just waiting to be changed by the tiny demon’s magic. She let out a sultry moan as they began to slowly lengthen, the light pink nubs quickly reaching the size of the tip of her pinky finger, and not slowing down as they reached a full inch. They felt so good, she wanted to tell the demon to stop, she didn’t want to have huge nipples and they were at least two inches now, thicker than her middle finger and very plump looking. She couldn’t muster the will to speak though, instead she tugged and squeezed them as the demon gleefully watched, knowing the girl’s attention was only going to make them bigger.
They just felt so amazing, never before had so much pleasure emanated from her breasts, Jane swore she was about to have a boobgasm when the wonderful glowing warmth ended. It was at that point she realized how large they had got while she pulled on them, two six inch nipples stuck out from her chest, they must have been two inches wide.
She looked at her cock like nipples in disbelief, giving one a quick tug and nearly dropping to her knees as pleasure shot through her body like a white hot lance.
“Oh yeah, those look great on you! Very suckable… Well, I’m a busy Imp, so I have other girls to attend to, gotta fill my quota and all… Enjoy!” She gave Jane a wink and and flew up to her chest, giving each nipple a quick kiss and a lick of her forked tongue as Jane tried to swat at her. Then the demon flew out of reach and disappeared in a small fiery flash.
Jane stood alone in her room, clutching her chest and staring down in a mix of confusion and lust at the huge nipples dangling from it. She wanted to be mad but all she could think about was hot and wonderful they felt so she reached a hand under her breast and brought the sensitive teat to her mouth…
‘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…
Kristen never really looked at porn that much, but when she saw a video of a girl using diet coke and mentos to bloat her belly up she found herself incredibly aroused. She spent hours surfing image hosting sites and places like deviantart looking at belly expansion art. She hated to admit it, but she had a fetish, a fetish for girls growing their bellies.
As embarrassed as she felt by this, she also was excited, she could just go to the drugstore and buy what she needed to fulfill her fantasy right now. A quick car ride and a few dollars later she arrived home with a bottle of diet cola and some extra strength off brand of mentos. She couldn’t believe she was actually going to bloat herself up til she looked pregnant tonight, it was going to be awesome. Sure there would be cramps, but that was a small price to pay to get to feel what it was like having a huge belly.
She sat on her bedroom floor, and open two liter at her side and a chewy mint in her hand. Kristen popped the mint into her mouth and swallowed it whole, then lifted the two liter and began to chug. She gulp the soda down as fast as she could manage, stopping to gasp for breaths of air only to resume her chugging. Chills ran through her body as the cold soda left her feeling almost painfully full.
It wasn’t just the soda making her feel full, with half the bottle gone she could already feel the mint doing its thing. Kristen’s belly had already gained two inches at least, and the pressure building inside her left no doubt she would get much bigger. She rubbed a hand over her growing roundness as she drank even more of the diet cola, she was getting so big, this was amazing even if it wasn’t terribly comfortable.
As she finished over the last drop of soda the bottle fell from her hand and she lay back, looking past her breasts she could actually see her stomach swelling before her eyes. She felt a light cramp, but it quickly passed and she hug her belly with glee.
“It’s so soft and big!” She felt herself dreamily, enjoying the sensation of gravid looking belly size. “I look like I’m about to give birth!” She laughed to herself. “I hope these extra strength mints last a while longer, this is sooo good…”
Kristen lay on her floor gently rubbing her belly, to any onlooker no different than a young pregnant mother far along in her pregnancy. It had been two hours now and she looked as heavy and full as ever. Strangely the uncomfortable fullness and cramps were completely gone now, all that remained was the belly.
“So glad I bought the extra strength, twice as long of a bloat with half the discomfort! I think *yawn* I’m gonna take a nap… It’s gonna be weird sleeping on my big tummy.” She giggled patting her belly as the other hand gently lifted it from beneath. With a small struggle she got to her feet and waddled over to her bed, her sense of balance was off, but the weight felt natural to her. She flopped onto her bed and heard a small creak as her stomach jiggled “I can’t wait til I get to do this again *yawn* goodnight belly…” Kristen drifted off into a content slumber while softly caressing her huge belly.
Little did she know the “extra strength” in the off brand mentos was magical in nature. The magic had reacted to her bloating and caused her size to become permanent. No cramps, and no gas, but forever bloated to such a round shape, Kristen would wake up to find her big soft belly was still there. She had become her own fantasy…
So this is Kristen, she has a thing for big bellies. Also whenever she drinks soda now she bloats up even bigger, though she returns back to this size after a few hours.
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Wanted to do a quick drawing of my donkey and horsegirls. So today Darleyna meets a girl name Cassie and they realized they have alot in common. Maybe Cassie’s TF isn’t as bad as she originally thought…
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