Amy: A short, shy, scrawny 11-year-old half-Asian girl with braces and big, dorky glasses.
Amy: Rina’s best (only) friend. Equally shy, equally dorky glasses, but average-height with brown hair and no braces.


I'm sitting on a bench at our usual lunch spot, toward the back of the school where there's not a lot of traffic. Trying to draw as little attention as possible, hunched over while playing a game on my phone, I look up every few seconds to see if you're coming. Lately you've seemed distracted and anxious - well, more so than usual - and it has me concerned about you. I wonder if it has something to do with your condition, but I don't want to pry.
It's not long before I see a familiar pair of thick-rimmed glasses that look even bigger on the tiny girl who's wearing them, covering an anxious but happy expression as you smile at me and scurry across the courtyard. "Hi, Amy!" I grin as you reach the bench. "What'd you think of the test? I studied super hard, but it was way easier than I thought it'd be..."

My eyes dart around as I walk the halls, monitoring for eyes pointed my way. I'd managed to hold on to my secret by good fortune for this long, but every day it got more difficult. I nervously pawed at the hem of my shirt, pulling it down, making sure I was concealed. 6 months ago I had no trace of anything "extra"; two weeks ago, it was an easily managed 3" long; but I'd doubled in size since Monday, and it was only Thursday now. 9" of cock was a difficult thing to hide on a body as small as mine. It wasn't just my cock that had grown, my tiny white tank top was jutting out further than before, my nipples at full attention. Where I'd been flat as a board just days before I must have easily been a C cup or larger now.
I spot Amy in our usual spot and scurry to her before sitting down. At least with her, I felt safe.
She asked about the test, and I barely even remembered taking it. "Oh... Yeah, the test... I didn't really study, I'm... I'm a bit distracted" I said. She gave me a sideways glance, concern painted on her face. "It's getting worse," I said in a hushed tone. "I don't know what to do! Every morning I wake up with a mess in my bed," I said, rather bluntly. With anyone else I'd rather die than say such a thing, but she knew, she understood as well as someone could understand my predicament.

I blush slightly, my expression turning sympathetic. So I was right. I couldn't even guess what it's like having a... one of THOSE as a girl, but it's always been a major source of embarrassment for you, and that was before it actually DID anything.
"Is there, um, anything I can do to help? To make it less distracting, or anything?" My eyes unconsciously flick down to your groin to check for any unusual bulges, but between your baggy clothes and hunched posture it's difficult to tell.

"N...no, I don't know what to do, thank you though." I saw your eyes darting down to my crotch a few times, and I squirmed in my seat a little, the attention even from Amy was a bit embarrassing. "It's... I mean it's just got a mind of its own lately, and it's getting so big... I'm scared." I meant every word - it seemed as though a light breeze might set me off lately. Until a few short weeks ago I'd never even thought of sex, of being attracted to anyone, and now seeing the right person in the right outfit had me scrambling for the bathrooms.
Even now, as I explained my situation, spending too much time thinking about it, with my heart racing, I felt it twitch slightly between my scrawny thighs.

I can see you're embarrassed by my glances, and I force myself to keep my eyes on yours. It's not easy, though - as ignorant as I am about sex, I find myself wondering what it looks like under your skirt. Just how big IS it? But I do manage to listen to what you're saying, leaning in to hear your quiet voice. The position causes my chest to push against my shirt so you can easily see the outline of my bra (I'm already a B cup, apparently - you're not the only one who's been growing).
"Aw, I'm sorry. Whatever happens, though... it's gotta be natural, right? I mean it's your b- O-Oh, um..." Out of the corner of my eye I see a bulge start to form near the hem of your skirt. It's barely noticeable at first, but in a matter of seconds your whole skirt is tented and painfully obvious for anyone to see. Thankfully the few other kids nearby aren't watching, but the situation is dire. "C'mon, let's go to the bathroom," I urge, grabbing your hand and shielding you from view with my body as we hurry along.

It was only a glance... A mere glance at your chest and my body began to assert its control.
"No no no no no," I whine as I feel the blood surging into my cock, my baggy clothes begin to grow taught as it swells despite my protests. You take my hand and pull me to the nearby bathroom as the bulge grows further out from me, growing painfully hard, my balls beginning to feel the same way.
We enter the bathroom and you lock the deadbolt behind us. "Close your eyes, please don't look at me," I whimpered, my brain an embarrassed wreck and my body burning with passion I never asked for. "Mmmnooo," I whined as I tried and tried to make the erection go away. I thought about everything I could, I breathed deep, but the rod jutting from my crotch only grew harder with each second.

"O-Okay, sure," I stutter, feeling exceedingly uncomfortable with the situation. But then it must be a million times worse for you. I turn around like you said, but can't bring myself to close my eyes, half-hoping to see the action out of the corner of my eye. Just how big IS it, this massive thing that takes up so much of your attention? How can it be so demanding?
When you start whining and moaning, though - that's when my curiosity starts to turn into... something else. Something I can't quite describe, but it feels more physical, somehow. "Are you sure you don't want me to help?" I ask more confidently this time. "It sounds like it's hurting you." I turn my head slightly as I ask, but you're still not quite visible.

I fight the urge to accept Amy's help with every fiber of my being. My will is pushed to the absolute limits as my body jockeys for control of the situation. My panties feel like they are cutting into my cock's juicy, leaking tip.
"I...Yes...No... I don't know what I want anymore!" I say in a frantic state, feeling the pressure grow as I begin to fumble to free myself from the pain caused by my underwear. You steal a glance as my sweatpants drop to my thighs, and I look up to meet your eyes just as it pops free of my underwear. Without so much as a touch, the hypersensitive cock erupts instantly, splattering messily onto the white tile floor of the bathroom near your feet as you watch spurt after spurt follow.
I feel a dizzying mix of sensation and emotion. Profound embarrassment, relief, intense pleasure, both glad Amy is here and wishing she wasn't.
It was too late for that, though - while she'd been aware of my growing problem for some time, it was now very real.

I stand there with my mouth hanging open, frozen in shock as you unload what seems like an impossible amount of white, sticky goop on to the bathroom floor. Between your groans and screwed up expression, it almost looks like you're in pain.
As you shudder with the last dregs of your load dripping out of your softening, yet still-huge cock, I finally turn completely to look at you. "I'm sorry I looked," I apologize meekly. The puddle on the floor takes up a good portion of the small room, and after a moment of silence I step around it to reach you. I want to hug you and ease your embarrassment, but... you're apparently still too flustered to put your “little problem” away.
"Don't be embarrassed. I'm sorry I looked. Do you... feel better?" I reach out tentatively to help you get fully dressed, but I'm not sure you'd approve.

I stand there, frozen in place in the bathroom, panting as I slowly catch my breath and staring at the pool of cum before me. I'm too tired to react, and in truth, too physically satisfied to worry about anything in the moment. As my breaths slowly return to normal, my cock fades from its rock hard state, slowly dropping, though even soft it is still formidable.
Only then does the fog of orgasm fade enough for me to begin feeling the familiar sting of embarrassment as I think about what Amy has just been forced to witness. "I'm so sorry!" I squeaked "I couldn't stop it, I didn't mean to..." My voice warbles with the telltale signs I'm on the verge of crying. I look up into your eyes and see only caring, only concern and realize I'm safe. I saw you lean in tentatively, comforting me, and I hugged you as hard as I could, clinging to you as I pressed my misty eyes into your shoulder.
I look down at my soft cock, still bare. Even flaccid it was 7" long and thicker than most men. I quickly fumbled for my panties, pulling them up and stuffing myself inside before doing the same with my pants. I saw a stain on your pants where my cock had pressed into you at your upper thigh and panicked, grabbing paper towel and working madly to clean you off.
"I'm sorry!" I said, looking up at you, but instead of only embarrassment, I found a little humour in it. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't also glanced inside your thighs, my developments had affected my sexuality as much as my body, and being so close to your sex was mildly intoxicating. I stood up before I became too caught up in lewd thoughts, surveying the mess on the floor near us, impressed at the size of the puddle.
"We need to get out of here fast or we'll have to explain this" I said, taking your hand and unlocking the deadbolt, turning back to give you a smile as we hurried down the hallways away from my mess, giggling like fools.

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It had been 4 days since my sister Erika came back home.
She didn't ask about my, well... I mean, we're close, but it's not like I was expecting her to roll up and say "Whoa sis, you've grown, how big is that dick these days?" If we go underwear shopping I suppose she'll find out then anyway.
Speaking of my dick, though... Keeping this thing under control is a full time job. I ducked out of the room like 5 times to masturbate yesterday. My balls get so heavy and painful, and my cock gets hard from a light breeze it seems. It's definitely still growing too. I was like 9" hard when she got here, this morning I'm already 11". Thankfully it's less than half that soft.
4:30 rolled around and I felt that familiar pain in my panties. I knew she'd be home soon so I went to my room to take care of it. As much as I complain though, the feelings I get from this thing... worth it. I slipped my panties down under my skirt as I looked into my full length mirror.
I love my curves now, I was always jealous of hers. I felt a little blood rush down below and I swayed my hips a bit. A cock shaped bulge danced in the folds of my skirt as I let out a giggle. I watched as it pumped larger with the beat of my heart before it poked out from my skirt, and began arcing up as it neared full mast. The gentle upward arc of my cock left it at about belly button level, though if I flattened it against my stomach I'm sure it'd nearly reach my boobs.
I began stroking as I stared at it, before collapsing into my bed, getting lost in the pleasure as I felt my balls fill further.


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I was thrilled to be back home - I'd been missing my baby sister something fierce. I'm still overjoyed to be here, of course, but your recent "developments" completely floored me. Curves that were getting close t rivaling mine, a grown woman, on an 11 year old body? I can't deny a pang of jealousy. I haven't asked about your lower parts yet... Not that I would anyway, but I'm almost afraid to find out. Puberty is tough for any girl, let alone one with your unique condition.
In any case, I love having you around, and I thought today would be a good day to see a movie together. I don't see you in the living room or the kitchen, so I sneak over to your bedroom door. I don't want to disturb you in case you're taking a nap, so I slowly and quietly open your door...
And freeze, mouth agape at the sight before me.


I stroked away at my cock with determination, as much as I should be used to the feelings of my organ, the recent growth had left it incredibly sensitive. I never lasted long, especially when my balls were so full. The organ looked impressive at full mast, jutting away from my tiny frame. If I bent over I'm sure I could get it in my mouth... I thought about it. I worked harder and harder as I felt the pre-cum stream down my shaft, my balls swelled quickly as I neared the magic moment. They always seemed to swell fast when I was hard, even if I had just finished, and if I got hard they'd balloon back up to where they were before. The only way to control it was avoiding erections as much as possible. No easy feat.
I knew I didn't have long until sis got home and I redoubled my efforts. My hips squirmed and I craned my neck down towards my tits. I freed one hand long enough to guide my pale pink nipple into my mouth.
My body was on fire as I felt the climax coming. I pawed at my nightstand, my left tit still in my mouth as I pulled a magnum condom from the box. I released my tender tit from my lips and it bounced back to its normal location, using my teeth to pull the condom from the wrapper.
I made the mistake once of not using one to contain the mess, and I don't want to repeat it. I pulled the condom over the swollen deep pink head of my cock. As big as they were, they were quickly becoming a tight squeeze to fit my cock in comfortably.
I got the condom part way on, enough to contain my cum, when I thought I heard something. Still pumping away at my cock I looked over to see her in the doorway...
Her face said everything, her eyes wide and mouth agape. I panicked, but as I did I felt the orgasm rock my body.
"Oh… God… Don't look!" I half shouted, half moaned as I turned to my side, facing my cock away from you. My ass clenched, jiggling slightly with each shot of cum as the condom inflated.
I couldn't look back to see if she'd left the room, the cum continued to leave in healthy spurts as the condom filled completely, a few more shots came before it died down, the condom inflated with probably half a gallon of cum.
I panted and looked back, as I turned the cum balloon attached to my cock sloshed.


By the time my brain started working again, you were already in the throes of orgasm, filling your condom with one jet of spunk after another. I squeak out an apology as I come to my senses, quickly stepping out and closing the door. I can clearly hear the rather loud gush of cum as I stand there, trying to process what I just saw. That couldn't be real... could it? I only saw it for a second, but your dick looked longer than my forearm, and thicker than any I've ever seen. The sight was burned into my brain: your enormous organ jutting straight up like a telephone pole; your pale breasts that seem to cover your entire upper body; and, once you turned over, your big, round butt jiggling with each eruption of your cock. Your cock. That's what I called it in my head, the word sounding far too dirty to apply to my sister's body. And yet, no other word sounded right to describe the huge, throbbing rod that was STILL audibly erupting a good 20 seconds after I closed the door.
Finally, the gushing stopped, and I could faintly hear your ragged breaths on the other side of the door. "Amy? Can we talk?" I call hesitantly after a moment, my hand still on the doorknob.


As I caught my breath I felt the embarrassment hit me full on. I pulled the condom off and tied a knot in it, setting the balloon of thick white cum on my nightstand. I scrambled to find some panties and pulled them on over my now softened cock, and pulled a tee shirt on.
"O… okay, come in," I said nervously.
The door creaked open and I saw your face, and only felt more embarrassed as my face went a deep red.
"You… you weren't supposed to see that... I'm sorry," I muttered, struggling to look you in the eyes.
"Things are, um, changing lately," I said, glancing over at the inflated condom full of my handywork.


"No, no, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one who should apologize," I sighed as I sat on the end of your bed. I was still shocked at what I'd just witnessed, but I had my best apologetic expression on as I talked to you. I quickly glanced at the stretched out condom on your nightstand when you averted your eyes. God, how much was in there? It was nearly the size of your head! How was it even possible for your body to hold that much liquid?
"I should have knocked, I don't know what I was thinking. I'm sorry." I smiled, trying to make you a bit more comfortable. "Yeah, seems like you've been doing some, ehm, growing lately. I may not have gone through *exactly* what you're going through... but I know how difficult puberty can be. If you ever want to talk about it, I'm here, okay?" Mom never talked to me much about that subject, so I wasn't quite sure how best to discuss it; still, as your older sister it was my job to talk you through these things. I put my hand on yours, noticing the very obvious bulge in your panties out of the corner of my eye.


"It's just... I don't feel like I'm in control of my own body anymore," I said, sounding concerned.
"I feel like it’s, like, in charge, I can't help from getting hard all the time. I'm in pain if I go too long without, um... you know." I blushed a bit more as I glanced again at the balloon.
"It's grown two inches since you got here, and if anything it's only speeding up." I began to tear up a little.
"I don't want to be a freak, am I a freak?" I asked, crying a little before leaning against her shoulder.


"In pain?" I frowned, glancing at your barely-concealed bulge more openly this time. I wasn't overly familiar with the male side of puberty, but I was pretty sure that wasn't normal. Then again, what WAS normal about your body? If you were producing... cum... at half the rate suggested by that strained condom on your nightstand, it did make sense that holding it in for too long would be painful, sort of like holding your bladder.
Two inches, though? I did some quick mental math as I hugged you, rubbing your shoulder gently. You'd only been here four days; that meant it was growing about half an inch per day. Which would mean that in a mere two weeks, if your growth spurt continued unabated, it'd be a mind-boggling EIGHTEEN INCHES long. And according to you, it was increasing!
"No, no, don't say that, Amy. You're not a freak. You're my sister, and you're beautiful, and I love you." I was a bit teary myself as I pulled back and smiled at you. "Listen, if you ever need help dealing with these changes, just ask. I don't know how much I can do, but..." Buying ice packs for you to stop an unwanted erection, maybe? Helping you pick out clothes? Stroking your thick cock until it unloaded cups of your steaming hot seed all over my- No!


I wiped the tears from my eyes and hugged her. "I love you, thanks for being okay with me, I... It means a lot." Mom was never this understanding or open, she always hoped I'd just not talk about things. I was happy.
I got dressed and we relaxed in the living room for the rest of the night, watching movies and laughing together.

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I woke up and shuffled to the bathroom. Things hadn't slowed on the growth front at all. My nose screwed up as I looked in the mirror, the bulge was bigger today.
I pulled my tailors tape from the drawer and pulled my panties down. It was weird, but I mean... I'm always curious about size. Part of me is really proud about being big, part of me wants more, not that I have a choice I guess.
I was only 7.5 inches soft, which was good, at least if I can control things it's manageable. I let it flop down as I swayed my hips a bit to watch it swing. Things we do when nobody is watching, right?
I started the shower, before I jumped in I gave myself a few strokes.
I watched as it effortlessly hardened, surging to full length in a matter of a minute. When it finished I held the tape. "Thirteen... Damn" I said.
I hopped into the shower and practiced calming myself down. I wasn't good at it, but I somehow managed to restrain myself from touching it.
I soaped up my body, my curves were fuller too, and I loved it.
After I finished I dressed and headed downstairs.
"Morning" I said with a smile, "what's happening today?"


"Morning! I think it's time we finally got around to buying you some new clothes, yeah?" I greet from the kitchen table, a bowl of cereal set out in front of me. It's 10 A.M., and I'm dressed in a hoodie and comfy leggings. I love Sundays.
"That bra can't be comfortable - we need to find your real size. And, uh... we should probably get the next few sizes up, too." I give you a sympathetic look as I take in your appearance. That bra was clearly too tight when you first moved in, but only a week later you're positively spilling out of it.


"Yeah, that's a good idea, it's getting really tight. I'm gonna break this thing soon at this rate," I say staring down at the cleavage flowing out the top of the bra, poking the mounds of exposed flesh above the outmatched cups.
I giggle as I look up to see you watching me, blushing a little.
I finish my cereal and put the bowl in the sink before running to my room, I grab the credit card mom sent me with, she may not be loving but at least she provides, I guess.
I hurry for the door and put my shoes on.
"Let's do this!" I say excited at the prospect of my first new bra.


Your boobs jiggle wildly as you hurry to get ready; I'm very nearly hypnotized by them. I mean, who wouldn't stare, right? They're massive! ...And yet, I'm slowly starting to accept that amazement at your rapidly developing body isn't the only reason I can't keep my eyes off you. I push that thought aside with a sinking feeling in my gut and move to get ready for the day.

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"I figure your bra is the most pressing issue right now, so let's go get you measured. My usual shop is right around the corner - Mrs. Kapoor is great, you'll love her." I gently take your hand and lead you through the mall, glaring at anyone I catch eyeing you up. You're a 6th grader, for God's sake! Of course, I can't blame anyone for stealing a quick glance at your jiggling cleavage. Those things must be nearly the size of your head by now...
"Erika! Wonderful to see you, it's been some time. And my, my... Is this your sister?" Mrs. Kapoor raises an eyebrow at you from behind her counter. A middle-aged Indian woman, she's the best tailor I've found for larger-busted women - no doubt out of necessity, as her boobs are the size of watermelons despite her relatively trim figure.


"Hi Ms. Kapoor! Nice to meet you!" I say excitedly looking at the beautiful custom bras on oversized mannequins around the shop.
I can't help but stare at her chest as she walks from behind the counter to survey me. Her chest is enormous, the mocha coloured globes supported perfectly in her bra despite her small frame. As I stare I can't help but wish I could touch them. I feel a twitch in my panties and take some deep breaths to control my lower half.
"Wow miss, I can see why girls would come to you!" I say, not considering my words before they fall out of my mouth. "I... I mean you're very beautiful is what I mean... um..." I fumble. "Sorry, it's my first time doing this," I say nervously as my pale cheeks take on a shade of pink. I look at Erika, she's giggling a bit at my state as she watches me.
I reach behind myself and unclasp the overtaxed bra. The billowing mounds of pale tit flesh pressed up into my v-neck tee shirt relax as my breasts are allowed to regain their natural shape. The tee shirt was not designed for me either, the white fabric stretched over my breasts tightly as my large nipples become clearly visible in the thin white shirt.
I hand the bra to Ms. Kapoor. "This is the one my mom gave me, it's a 36D but it's really uncomfortable now.”


"Why, thank you, dear," she chuckles good-naturedly as she pulls out her clipboard and measuring tape. I smirk, knowing she gets comments like that all the time - including from me during my first time here. She beckons us through a door to a small room with several floor-length mirrors - it shields us from view of the rest of the store, and makes it easy to see yourself from all angles.
"Oh- my. You certainly *were* squeezed in there." She raises an eyebrow as your boobs flop down onto your chest with a quiet - but audible - smack. "And this one fit when you started wearing it? How long has that been?" She inquires as she places the bra aside. She kneels down and immediately gets to work, wrapping the measuring tape around your underbust. She's not at all shy about touching your body, of course - she's done this countless times. But something about the way your breasts jostle when she nudges them and the way the measuring tape emphasizes your unreal hourglass figure mesmerizes me. Why are you making me feel this way? I think, ashamed and angry at myself. I'm not even into girls - and you're underage, and my SISTER! Is it just the dry spell I'm going through? I decide that must be it as Ms. Kapoor moves on to your bust measurement, squishing your boobs ever so slightly.


I felt Ms. Kapoor's expert hands as she measured me. "I've only been wearing that one since last week. I've been growing pretty fast," I say sheepishly. As she moves the tape around I can see her enormous chest jostle and jiggle, and with her touch I feel my cock start to twitch. My nipples grow hard as the tape squeezes around my bust and my cheeks redden uncontrollably. The lump in my panties begins to grow, I fight to try and stop it but struggle. I should have cum before we left, I think to myself as I can feel my balls swell. Even if I manage to control myself my balls are becoming uncomfortable, and they are swelling quickly.
Ms Kapoor takes my underbust measurement as she looks down, giving a puzzled look at my skirt for just a moment. My face is beet red now, and my eyes are closed, I focus all my effort on not getting hard, not in front of Erika, what would she think of me? Not in front of this woman I just met, even if her breasts are hovering right in front of me.... I feel a little more blood shoot to my cock as the thought hits me.


"Since last *week*? Really?" The busty seamstress pauses for a second and looks at you, wide-eyed. She looks to me for confirmation, and I give her a sheepish nod. "Well... I imagine you'll be in here again soon, won't you?" She laughs that warm laugh of hers and gets back to work, but I can tell she still isn't sure whether to believe us. I can't blame her, really - I wouldn't believe it either if you hadn't been living with me for the last week!
Oh, no... I think when I see her glance at your skirt curiously. I should've guessed. Why did I bring you to her, of all people? My mind races for something to do as she kneels down lower and adjusts her glasses. Even from several feet away, I can see the twin bulges in her shirt and the tantalizing brown cleavage just under your face, mesmerizing even from here. "Dear, is there something wrong with-"


A look of panic flashes across my face as the woman takes notice of me. I look at Erika and she clearly understands what is happening. Before I can answer the question she quickly makes an excuse about a forgotten appointment and hurries us out of the shop.
I waddle towards the car as the pressure, and my bulge grows to its full extent. I climb in the car and she hurries towards home. "I'm... I'm sorry," I say, wincing from the discomfort of my confining panties. "I can't control it!" I say, tears welling a bit from sheer embarrassment. I let out a little moan as we hit a bump in the road. My skirt flips up to expose my panties, pink and distended, with a dark spot where my tip pressed into the soft fabric.
"Hurry, please!" I squeal as my balls inflate a little more with each minute.


"Don't worry, don't worry!" I frantically try to comfort you as I weave through traffic. "It's not a big deal... And I know you can't control it, anyway." Although I'm not sure I want to explain at the car wash why a gallon of jizz is pooled up in my passenger seat, I think.
After an agonizing few minutes interrupted occasionally by your pained whimpers, we arrive. There don't seem to be any neighbors watching, thank god - your skirt is more of a belt at this point, your absurdly huge cock sticking straight out and bobbing up and down madly as you rush inside. Anxiously, I follow, hearing your footsteps in the bathroom as I slam the front door behind me.
"Hey! You okay?" I call as I run to join you.


The pressure in my balls in excruciating as I run up the stairs for the bathroom. My cock bobs in my panties and my overfilled balls slap into my thighs painfully. I run into the bathroom, forgetting to close the door behind me, immediately freeing my cock from its confines as the head springs free. Drops of sticky pre-cum fall steadily as the shaft's thick network of veins throbs. I make no pretense to try and hide what I'm doing. It’s not as if you wouldn't know anyway, I think, as I begin furiously stroking my cock above the bathtub. I moan and scream a little as I grip myself with both hands, working the full length of my shaft at a fast pace. My balls look enormous, bigger than I have ever seen them as they pulse in time with my cock, filling and growing ever larger as I continue my urgent quest to release the cum. I hear Erika call out to me, I wish there was a way she could make this stop but I'm so engrossed in what I'm doing... And I wouldn't even know what to ask.
"I'm... Unnnhh... I'm fine I just have to..." I can't string a sentence together in my state. I look over and realize the door is wide open, part of me wants her to watch, part of me wants her to touch me, it feels wrong but i can't help it.
I feel the familiar sensations of a building orgasm as the end approaches. My hands only speed up, gliding faster and faster on the shaft, as my balls begin to contract.


I stand at the doorway, transfixed as you desperately stroke your uncovered cock. Your balls must be the size of cantaloupes now, at *least*; they look beyond swollen, and I can see how packed they are with thick seed as they slap your thick thighs with each movement of your hands. In mere seconds, I see the pendulous orbs contract upward as your face contorts and you let out a deep, bestial moan.
And then you cum.
Not in shots, at least not initially - the first 20 seconds or so of your pent-up load is one unbelievably long, thick, and forceful stream of spooge that hits the side of the tub hard enough to splatter back onto you. It wavers second by second, but it doesn't end until the floor of the basin is covered by a layer of cum an inch or two thick. Your next shot is just as thick and powerful, and so is the next, and the next…


The orgasm seemed to go on for minutes as the pleasure washed over me. My eyes closed as I thrust my hips and a jet of cum splattered against the tile above my head level, my balls were now half the size they had been and still releasing their sticky contents as I cooed and moaned. I opened my eyes to look over and find Erika watching as I spurt over and over. I... I didn't care. I felt dirty, like I shouldn't want her to see, I didn't acknowledge seeing her, I turned back to my cock and let it empty, the thought of her watching me cum made it feel better.
When it finished the bottom of the bathtub had a 6 inch layer of warm, sticky sweet cum on it. I marveled at the sheer quantity of it. Soon I'd make so much I'd be able to bathe in it....
I looked over and Erika had left the doorway, I strolled to the door, my softening cock swaying and dripping a little as I closed the door.
I ran the water to clean out the tub and took a shower. My balls were a small fraction of their former size, now tangerine sized, my cock less than half its erect size, I marveled at the difference.

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The next day.
Every morning since I'd begun growing had followed the same basic pattern. Either I'd wake up, drenched in sweat and painfully erect, my balls engorged to the point of physical discomfort, or drenched in the product of my own wet dreams, every time the messes growing more difficult to clean.
My dreams the night after my episode in the bathroom at school were much like they had been in days previous, with one notable exception. They were a blur of hypersexual imagery, seeing myself having sex, or flashes of things I'd never anticipated finding arousing only this time, I do recall very specifically seeing Amy in them.
My eyes darted open in the dead of the night, my heart racing, my tiny, sweat drenched frame kissed by cold air, a shiver ran down my spine. My balls were throbbing in time with my cock, and I could feel the weight on my thighs as my little hand fumbled for the light on my nightstand. I squinted as the light filled my small room, glancing down the bed to find a sight I'd not prepared for: my thin blanket tented straight up from my hips, further, much further than in previous nights as I stared in disbelief. I grabbed my glasses and put them on to survey just what had taken place in my sleep. I put them on and only then did I even realize it wasn't just my cock that had grown.
I realized just why I'd woken up: my cock had lifted the blanket high enough that I was exposed to the night air. I flipped the blanket off myself and my mouth hung open in disbelief. My cock had clearly grown - a LOT - since yesterday. And my balls! Words failed me as I saw the mass of ballooned flesh below my cock. I prodded at them with caution as I tried to gauge just how large they were. They had been perhaps the size of eggs just yesterday, but now I was greeted with two grapefruit sized lumps, the skin pulled taught, veins pulsing on the delicate skin around them. They felt unbelievably full, and the discomfort was only getting worse.
I reached for my measuring tape out of curiosity and held it against my shaft. The thick rod of flesh bucked and twitched a little as I held the tape to it. "Fifteen and a half!?" I muttered to myself as I read the numbers a second and third time to be sure. My cock had a subtle upward curve to it now, where before it had stood straight out from me. I leaned toward it to look at what I'd become. It was big enough now that I could reach it with my mouth now if I wanted.
I was tempted.

I knock (https://i.imgur.com/KGgMXcZ.png) on your bedroom door softly, not wanting to wake you too abruptly but needing to get you up for school. "Amy? Time to start getting ready, honey," I insist quietly. Perhaps too quietly.
Did you forget to set your alarm last night? It's not like you to oversleep, especially on a school day. I know how much trouble your... erm, "special endowment" has been giving you lately, though. When you were born, the doctors were baffled - a hermaphrodite with both sets of sex organs fully developed and functional was all but unheard of at the time, but they assured me you were perfectly healthy and wouldn't otherwise be different from any other child. They said your male parts probably wouldn't even grow, in fact. [Shows how much THEY know], I think as I slip into your room.
I'm immediately assaulted by the overpowering, if familiar by this point, odor of spunk emanating from your bed. I've been washing your sheets daily since you started having problems a couple days ago, but even then, the smell clings to every nearby surface. I flip on the light, and gasp lightly at what I see, my eyes growing wide and a hand automatically covering my mouth.
"Oh goodness, Amy? Are you feeling okay?" I ask as I come to your bedside, trying not to stare at the massive log beside me.

Lost in my own lusty thoughts, not to mention bodily discomfort, I didn't hear mom come in. It wasn't until the lights flicked on that I panicked and pulled my blanket over myself. Mom walked towards the bed and tried her best to ignore the tent in the bedding beside her but she was clearly distracted. My development had been as much an adjustment for me as it had her. I tried to hide it in the beginning, I cleaned up after my almost nightly accidents with the stealth and efficiency only trained assassins and horny teenage boys know.
I tried to act naturally, as naturally as possible as she spoke to me, but my breathing was ragged, my cheeks flush, and I was visibly wincing every moment I felt a twinge of pain from my grotesquely swollen balls.
"I'm... I'm sorry mom I didn't even realize the unngggh... time," I panted.
She suddenly had a look of concern as I squirmed a bit in place, the tented blanket swaying about.
"It really hurts, mom," I squeaked as the pain seemed to worsen. I swear I could feel my balls growing heavier and fuller as I sat. "I... I need to do something fast." I shuffled about and the blanket fell off me. I turned in the bed to try and conceal myself, putting my back to her. "Oooww..." I whimpered as the shift to my side only made things worse. As my cock brushed against the sheets, it throbbed incessantly, leaving a wet streak from the pre-cum welling at its fat tip.
"Please help, I need to do something!" I begged.

"Oh, of course, honey!" I reassure you, sounding much more confident than I really am. Cleaning up your frankly impossibly huge messes several times a day is awkward enough - but begging for my help with a painfully hard erection the size of your arm? I knew it'd be a chore helping you dealing with your developing body, but I wasn't quite expecting THIS...
But I hate seeing you in pain. I try to ignore the implications as I move to your other side, resting my heavy breasts on your bedside as I lean down. "Is it always this... painful?" I ask as I cautiously raise your blanket. You give another agonized groan as your behemoth springs out and up, oozing precum liberally down its ponderous length. With my jaw hanging slack in awe, I doubt I'd be able to take my eyes off it if it weren't for a low gurgling sound coming from its base. It's clear what's causing your pain, as your obviously very swollen balls visibly churn with seed well beyond their normal capacity.
"You need help, ah, emptying yourself out, Amy?" It feels so wrong, but the sight of you cringing, moaning and pleading hardly gives me any other choice. Slowly, hesitantly, I reach out with one hand and grab the throbbing shaft just below the head. It's so hot, it almost feels like it'll burn me…

My body shudders the moment I feel her hand close on my searing hot organ. I can feel her large, soft breasts press into my back as she lays down behind me, my cock facing to the nearby wall, the pulsing shaft lit by the early morning light now streaming through the window. I let out a helpless little moan as her soft hands begin massaging my cock. Thankfully, dad isn't home at this hour, and I don't have to stifle my reactions, knowing I couldn't in my current state. I feel her hips, broad and padded with fat in the right places as she squirms a little closer, her comforting voice in my ear telling me everything will be okay.
The sensations generated in my cock are new, they are overwhelming in their intensity as my eyes close and my little hips jerk involuntarily as her hand works deftly to soothe my pains. My balls seem to emanate a quiet gurgle as the pleasure builds, only speeding their already shocking output of cum.
In less than a minute I could feel myself edging ever nearer to sweet release as I brought a hand of my own to my cock and worked in tandem with my mom's hand, and still, there was more of the iron hard rod than two hands could hope to manage. Without thinking my other hand paws at the breast now resting on my little head, squeezing it and playing with her impressive and very erect nipples through her shirt. Her breath falters in my ear for a moment, the tiniest whimper of pleasure. This should feel wrong, I'm young, but not so young to understand this isn't normal, but I couldn't stop if I wanted to.
As we stroked my cock, the hot flesh seemed to swell slowly still, I wondered just how much more this spurt would go. The once lone bead of clear, slippery pre-cum at the tip of my cock was now a series of drips onto the white sheets, creating a growing wet spot as the scent only grew stronger. Her hand reached to the tip of my organ, coating her hand in it to lubricate her steady strokes as the pulsing veins glistened with my own wetness. My little moans grew slowly louder as the pleasure, and the pressure inside my ready to explode balls grew until tears welled at the corner of my eyes. I heard her voice, sweet and loving, her breath hot on my ear as she spoke. 
"That's it Amy, just let it out, mommy's here." 
The hair on the back of my neck stood up as her words sent my hormone addled mind over the edge. With a gasp, my hips thrust, my hand gripped at her breast as if holding on for dear life, and the dam keeping my cum at bay burst. I squealed as the first jet of cum shot from the swollen tip of my cock, the thick, musky fluid splattering against the wall. The first blast of cum came with blinding pleasure, and the forceful stream lasted far longer than any had before. Her hand moved from my shaft to my ballooned testicles as she squeezed and massaged, encouraging me to let it all out. Blast after blast of cum was sent forth, without a hand to stabilize it my cock jerked about with every shot, coating the wall, the night stand, the sheets, and part of my headboard.
After a couple minutes, the last feeble spurts of cum landed in the impressive mess I'd made, my body vibrated and spasmed for minutes after it was done as I panted, trying to regain my breath. My balls were visibly smaller, nearly as small as they had been yesterday once they had finally let go of their contents. Mom's hand moved from my balls, wiping the mess on the sheets as we laid there, I finally had the sense to ease my grip on her tit. "S.. sorry mommy," I offered. It was something I only ever called her when I was in trouble or sad, but in my vulnerable state came through. My cock slowly softened as we laid in the morning sun for a little bit longer, she didn't want to rush me in my current state.
We finally stood up, my eyes looking up into my mom's as my thick, soft cock dangled from my small hips, swaying with my every movement, as she averted her eyes from it, only after having a look at it, along with my newly budded breasts. I looked back at the mess I'd created and offered to help clean up. "No, honey - I’ll take care of it. You should shower and get dressed for school, okay? I'll call your teacher and tell her you were sick this morning and drive you when you're ready to go. Just one more thing, though," she said as I gathered up a change of clothes to head to the shower with. "You mustn't tell your father about any of this, okay Amy? He wouldn't understand your situation." I nodded solemnly. "I won't mom, I promise."
I strode towards the bathroom. Even flaccid, my cock must be 8 or 9 inches long now. Keeping my secret was only going to get harder. I did my best to dress modestly, I wore my baggiest shirt along with one of the new bras Ms Kapoor had sent, a red t shirt that once hung off me was filled to the limit around my bust, I pulled a pair of panties over my soft cock and tucked it out of the way best I could, then I put some shorts on. 

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The day at school after my mom and I shared our "moment" was full of unwelcome surprises. First, my growth spurt had not stopped; my mind was swimming in hormonal thoughts the whole day, my cock on a hair trigger, my ass, hips, and my chest taking turns being sore, hypersensitive, and itchy. I was a mess. Second, I started leaking...

Amy yawned as she nudged open the door to the girls' bathroom. Why does school have to start so damn early? She needs her beauty sleep, and it takes time to fix her hair and makeup in the mornings... This bathroom in particular is pretty far out of the way, so her grooming is unlikely to be disturbed. Perfect.
She hums lazily as she pulled a brush out of her backpack and approach a mirror, smiling at herself. Before going to perfect her hair, she bounced up and down a bit to admire the way her boobs jiggle under her uniform. She's one of the bustiest girls in Amy's year, and she's very proud of it. Suddenly, she hears a shuffling sound coming from one of the stalls - is someone watching? She has heard there's been a boy sneaking into girls' bathrooms recently, and the idea totally creeps her out.
"Hello? Is there someone else in here?" She calls out as she approaches the stall, slightly annoyed.


Oh, God, please no! I think to myself as I hear the footsteps approach my stall. But I can't stop grunting from the effort of my new morning routine, rigorously draining myself every morning and evening just in case, making me late for first class every day and rarely, if ever, talking to anyone for fear of slipping up.
But I was bound to be discovered. It was just a matter of time. And of course, the timing couldn't be worse.
"Uhm. J-just a minute. I-I'll come out in a minute." I try to speak normally through grunts and stifled moans, but mostly fail, and desperately try to flush the overflowing toilet bowl, but the damned thing breaks, leaving the bowl full of white, sticky cum.


"Oh, Amy, it's you! Morning," I greet you, relieved. "I thought someone was spying on me, ha. Uh, are you having trouble in there? Is the toilet not flushing?" Standing right up against the stall door with my ear to the crack, I begin to notice a smell I recognize. It's thick and pungent, and smells kind of dirty... but somehow, I like it.
I raise an eyebrow at the grunts and moans. "Listen, I don't know what you're doing in there, but do you want me to get the janitor, or something?" Is this why you're late to your first class every day?" I never took you for the super horny, secret slut type who masturbates at school, but I guess you just hide it really well. Not that I can judge you - there's a reason I immediately recognize those moans of pleasure, spending the last couple days pleasuring myself thinking about your big cock .


"I...oh, uhm, hi Amy. I umm, don't need anything. T-thanks. I'll see you in class later?" Oh God, she knows. I'm not sure if she knows, but I can feel it. This is awkward. Please let her not know.
"So, uhm, what are you doing all the way here? Isn't this bathroom way out of your way to class?" I try to strike up a casual conversation, but immediately recognize my mistake. I should have just kept quiet and let you go your way.
And as if it couldn't get any worse, I suddenly get a surge of pleasure through my body, and with a loud moan that I can't hold back, a rope of cum splatters at your feet under the stall door. I immediately freeze up, squeezing my eyes shut, hoping it would all go away.


"Oh, I was just fixing up my hair and makeup before class. I didn't want to be disturbed. Yeah, this bathroom is pretty out of the way, isn't it? You could do anything in here without much risk of being caught, couldn't you?" I'm glad you can't see my mischievous smile through the door. Teasing you is always fun, and if I'm right about what you're doing in there, your face is probably redder than a tomato.
The smile is wiped off my face, however, when a jet of spooge hits the ground right in front of me and splashes on my shoes. I yelp, stepping back, suddenly very confused. "Amy, what the hell?!" Determined to find out what's happening, I throw open the stall door (apparently you forgot to lock it) just as another geyser of thick cum rockets past me to splatter against a mirror. I'm too stunned to react, mouth agape as I take in the sight of your newly developed body and that... thing between your legs.


If the earth could just open up, swallow me whole and never spit me out again, that would be more than amazing right about now. 
The instant I shot out the first accidental load right at your feet, my hands shoot down, grabbing my cock in an attempt to...to do what exactly? I have no idea. But, as soon as I touch it, it gets even worse - it's grown so sensitive to the touch, just putting my hands on it cause it to erupt again, sending a jet of jizz in front of my frozen stare, through the newly open door, past your stunned expression, and splattering onto the wall in probably the biggest cumstain in recorded history.
And you saw everything. I stare back at you, looking at my monstrous shaft, too shocked to react. The stunned expression on your face, your open mouth...oh, can you imagine if I accidentally... I stop myself mid thought, but even just the thought crossing my mind is enough to get me excited, and my cock starts twitching and dribbling, the sound of ping-pong ball-sized cum drops hitting the floor echoing like thunder in the uncomfortable silence.
"I...I...I'm sorry, Amy." I finally try to explain, but I manage to blurt out nothing in particular, and I bow down my head, tears welling in my eyes, finally throwing a towel over myself in an attempt to cover up, but only managing to pitch a tent fit for a Khan.


"Amy, what...? Hey, come one, don't cry..." I somehow manage to put aside my shock for a moment and attempt to hug you, although given your current condition it's really more of an awkward half-hug. "You, uh, you're not a freak and you haven't ruined anything. Really. I'm just... surprised, is all." I'm really not good at comforting people, but I do my best for my best friend. My best friend with a giant cock. Huh.
"Is it really growing so fast?" I ask gently as I pull away. I glance down at the stretched out towel below me; there's already a wet patch spreading along the tip of the bulge.


"I..." I try to regain my composure, aided by your attempts at comforting, and mostly succeed. I return the hug as best as I can, and after we break it off, I steady myself again to speak, trying to contain my arousal from my cock rubbing against your side in that awkward hug. Why am I so damn horny?
"Before yesterday, it was manageable. And then, yesterday, something happened, I don't know what, and my..." I point down with my eyes, "this, it really grew overnight, and was two and half inches bigger the moment I woke up. I even think since I woke up, it's grown even more." I blush like mad, not knowing what to do with my hands or my throbbing erection. But, it feels kind of good. Really good actually, to get it off my chest, and to be able to share my secret with somebody else. "Y...you won't tell anybody, will you?"


"Of course not! If you don't want me to, anyway. But I l-like it, actually," I blurt out. My shock still hasn't completely worn off, but now that I think about it I realize it's true: I do like it. Quite a lot. And I wouldn't mind seeing another of those geysers of spooge, either...
"A-Anyway, you come here before school every day to 'take care of yourself'?" I add quickly, trying to cover up my last statement as my face blushes nearly as red as yours.


"I've been doing this since I started growing. Before my parents even woke up, I always went in the toilet, and… took care of business. But it has never been like this." I turn around and point towards the overflowing toilet bowl. "And I'm so glad you like it. It… it's such a relief to be able to share this with someone who doesn't think I'm a weirdo." I sigh, and finally smile. "So, you like it, huh?"


"Yeah. Yeah, I do." I give you a shy, yet eager smile. I'm not normally this timid, but I've never imagined being turned on by a girl before, let alone my best friend. Of course, calling you a girl might not be entirely accurate, but who's counting?
Our moment is cut short by the buzz of the first class bell. "Shit! We're late!" I pick up my backpack and make for the door. Before I leave, though, I look over my shoulder at you. "If you ever need help dealing with it, just ask me okay?"


I stay there, still a bit confused and excited but what just happened. "Yeah!" I say in a bit of a daydream, looking at you, but not seeing you.
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"Good morning, Stacey! Good morning, Aaron! Good morning, John!"
As usual I greet each of my students by name as they walk through the door. Most of them return the greeting (particularly the boys, for some reason) and make their way to their desks. I beam at them as they wait for class to start, some of them (again, strangely, mostly boys) staring intently at me in anticipation. There's nothing I love more than filling eager young minds with knowledge! My students come to class with a deep, aching need to learn, and I'm more than happy to oblige. I'll admit it can be exhausting to go at it all day, 5 days a week, but it's worth it - I'm sure they all go home incredibly satisfied. I certainly do!
"Good morning, Br-"
I'm cut off by the bell as you slip in at the last moment, hunched over and apparently trying to shrink as you hurry to your seat. I don't get a very clear look at your body, but it's obvious you've grown yet again - and I don't mean vertically. My word, your breasts must be nearly as big as mine! I make a mental note to talk to you after class to see how you're doing, and I begin the lesson.


I slink into my desk at the very back of the class. As I sit down the lack of space in my shorts becomes rapidly apparent. As I look down I can see the outline of my soft shaft snaked across my left thigh, only now realizing just how much I've grown throughout the day. Below, my balls bulge out, forming a massive camel toe-like shape. They look to be the size of a mandarin orange each. The boys always stare at me and it makes me feel uncomfortable, and this morning even the girls are giving me funny looks. I hold my book up to my chest to try and conceal myself but I still look up to find a pair of eyes staring quite often. The class is nice, but I do hear whispers that die off when I walk by some groups.
Ms. Jennings is kind, and very beautiful. She's a favorite among the students here, mostly for her friendly and enthusiastic personality... although her plump, curvy body doesn't hurt in the least. Even that baggy sweater and long skirt can't completely hide those hefty jugs and big, round butt. I'm happy she's at the front of the class to provide a bit of distraction for the boys, as she's shapely as well. Her curvaceous body glides around the front of the class, always cheery, her breasts and ample butt jiggling with every movement. I wonder if her breasts are like mine, certainly not as big as Ms. Kapoor's but they sit high on her frame, perky, beautiful. I stare at her body too often, and when I do I can feel the pressure in my shorts double. but in my defense, she almost seems to do the same. I'm sure she views me as an oddity, I think to myself.
As the lesson progresses I become more and more entranced by Ms. Jennings. Her plump features sway and jiggle with every movement. Her round, thick ass calls to me every time she turns to write on the whiteboard. I find myself increasingly uncomfortable, my new bra feels wrong already, different than it did even this morning. Every few minutes I shift in my seat, pawing at the strap to try and adjust, with little relief. About half way through the hour I can't help but see something out of the corner of my eye. Bulges of pale skin pushing out above my bra, bulges that weren't there this morning, accompanied by a warmth in my breasts that hadn't been there before. A pressure was building, not unlike the one growing in my panties, and not just in my bra, it was in my breasts.
I feel my balls throbbing as they fill to their absolute limit. I’m in agony but I just can't stop watching the teacher. I’m confused by my arousal, I just want it to stop, I fought with all my energy to put it out of my mind and keep my cock from hardening in class as the lesson pushed on, but things did not change. I eventually failed.
 With ten minutes left Ms. Jennings returns a test from the previous week and as she strolls between the desks I stare, when she passes by my desk she drops the remaining stack of tests and bends over. I feel a surge of blood rush to my cock, my face going flush as her plump ass wiggles mere feet from my face. My cock inflates rapidly, and I look down to see it press across my thigh until it tries to wrap around the side. Unable to, it pulses harder and harder, until finally it jumps out the left leg of my short shorts. I could feel my balls were beyond full, and they continued to inflate.
I can see the head of my cock next to my leg now, pressed up into the underside of the desk as I try to hide myself.I was thankful for the shielding of my desk. My breasts were growing too, and the doughy bulges of soft skin, patterned with a subtle network of blue veins in my pale skin began to show in the neck of my t-shirt. I held my book to them to hide myself as the minutes passed, Ms. Jennings seemed to take notice of this, as I caught her staring several times, only increasing my discomfort. With one minute left in the class I moved my book away from my chest only to see a pair of wet spots in the pages where my nipples had been touching them. I looked down, and very clearly, a pair of dark wet spots had appeared on my shirt.
I held the book back to myself quickly as I panicked internally. "What is happening to me!?" I think to myself. The pressure is nearly bordering on pain both in my now clearly distended tits and my veiny, cantaloupe-sized balls.
I count the seconds to the end of the class. My balls only become more painfully swollen, and precum began do drip slowly from the tip of my cock against the desk.The bell rings and I wait for people to clear out, but before I can make my escape, Ms Jennings asks me to stay behind after class.
I'm trapped now. I continue clutching my textbook to my chest after all the kids had left and the teacher locks the classroom door behind them.

"Don't worry, Amy, you're not in trouble."
I make my way over to you and sit down at a nearby desk. Poor thing, you look mortified! Trying to hide behind those books, as if they could come close to concealing your two impressive assets. "I just want to talk to you about the... changes your body's been growing through." I smile sympathetically and rest my sizeable breasts on the desk in front of me, motioning to them. "I went through some pretty extreme changes myself when I was your age, and I know how frightening it can be. Well, I just want you to know, if there's anything I can do to make you feel better, I'm here to help. Okay?" I lean forward a bit more to put my hand on your shoulder, giving you a face full of soft cleavage. I see you smile politely, but clearly you're still extremely anxious, biting your lip and glancing around as if not sure where to look.
"Are you okay? You look like you really need to get something out."

She approaches you with a concerned look on her face and sits down at a desk next to you. Her breasts are so big she has to rest them on top of the surface to avoid squishing them into the side. I smiled, lowering my textbook, thinking she might understand my predicament. I couldn't help but stare at her breasts as they rested on the table.
"You... You went through this too?" I say motioning to the dark wet spots where my nipples were. I become only more aroused as Ms. Jennings nears me. Her breasts rest on the desk and my cock presses harder into the underside of it. My face turns a deep pink as I realize I have no escape from the situation. The scent of Ms. Jennings perfume is intoxicating.
"I… I looked uncomfortable because I have a lot of... pressure down there, it's growing so fast," I say with tears forming in my eyes as I feel horribly embarrassed.
I feel her hand on me and I let out a little whimper as my balls start to hurt from the tremendous amount of cum being held back.
"Ma'am, it hurts," I say as I back the chair out of the desk and my cock springs free, coming from the bottom of my short's leg. My cock has to be 17" long now, it pulses and twitches as precum flows down it in a steady stream.

"Oh! Oh- I should have known..." The busty teacher looks surprised, but not embarrassed as your dick springs free and splatters drops of precum across the desks. She must be used to this sort of thing. "Of course, I'll get something to help you with that, sweetie." She gets up and rushes to a cupboard in the corner, opening it and bending down to look for something. Her fat ass sways as she looks back and forth. "Let's see where... ah." She pulls out a small box labeled "Industrial XXL" and brings it over to you. She takes out a bit of rubber that's apparently a condom, except it ends with what looks like a deflated balloon, and begins pushing it over the angry, purple head of your rebellious 'little' friend. "This should be able to take care of the mess. Just let eeeeverything out, okay? My, you're quite well endowed for such a young girl..."

"Um, thank you Ms. Jennings?" I’m unsure of how to react to such a comment. "I only started growing less than a week ago," I beam, suddenly proud that I could have my dick complimented.
I poke a swollen testicle with my finger. "They fill so fast, and they are making more all the time," I say innocently as the curvy teacher pulls the balloon tipped condom from the packet.
"Mmm..." I moan as her warm, soft hands slide the condom down to the hilt. "Your hands feel amazing, Ms. Jennings," I say as the teacher massages the base of my cock. The longer I stare at her tits or think of her ass the harder I get.
As she strokes I can feel a sudden burst of growth coming over me. I watch her grip loosen on my cock as it thickens visibly in her grip, the tip growing another half inch or so away from my crotch at the same time.
Her mouth hangs slack.

"Only a week? That's quite a growth spurt, Amy. You should be proud!" She starts giving your shaft smooth strokes along its 17-inch length - Miss Jennings is particularly good at giving handjobs. Especially considering her boobs jiggle with every movement.
"Oh, I know, dear. Between you and me, I produce quite a bit of breast milk, even though I'm not pregnant. It can be *very* uncomfortable and painful when I go too long without milking myself. My tip is that you should try to drain yoursself as much as possible, and I'm always happy to h- oh... oh, my." Her eyes grow wide and her mouth slack as your dick suddenly swells in her hand, putting on at least another inch in only a few seconds and spewing out ounces of pre into the condom. Another few seconds of watching, mesmerized, and another inch is added on to your shaft.
"Oh Amy, are... are you okay?"

As my cock swells in the busty teachers hand I am in a mix of pain and pleasure as the growth takes place at an alarming rate. I wince and moan loudly as Ms Jennings strokes. "Mmmm, I... I'm so full Ms. Jennings," I squeal as my cock surges another inch, and my balls inflate only further. She works harder, using a second hand on my now 20 inch cock. I feel more and more aroused by the second. "I want to drain you next!" I say reaching out to fondle her massive breasts. She works my shaft with purpose stunned at the speed of growth. "I'm going to cum!" I cry as I get closer, before I feel a torrent of cum blast from my over filled balls.
With each successive blast the balloon tip of the condom fills only more until well over a gallon of cum hangs heavily from the tip. I moan and wail as my hips thrust my swollen shaft in her hands.
I pant, my face red as the last drops leave me, the pressure relieved for now.

Miss Jennings stammers aimlessly as she pulls the heavy balloon of cum off your softening dick and ties it off. "W-W-Wow, Amy that was... I've never seen a growth spurt that fast. I didn't know that was possible. Is that what happened to you before?" She suddenly notices your hands still squeezing her boobs, a small wet spot spreading from each thumb-sized nipple. It HAS been a few hours since her last milking...
"My word... You must have been backed up," she says, hefting up the filled condom with a grunt and taking it to a disposal bin in the corner. "I'd be happy to help you whenever I can, Amy, but I AM a teacher. You'll need to drain yourself much more often if your growth continues like this... And if you want to help me with my own milking, well, I couldn't refuse. In any case, I really am feeling quite full all of a sudden." With a smile, she pulls out a pair of large suction cups attached to tubes, and plugs them into the disposal bin. With a satisfied sigh, she pulls up her sweater and bra to reveal her massive, beach ball-sized orbs, dribbles of milk already leaking onto the floor. "Ah... that's better. I have to keep my breasts bound up tight or they get rather unwieldy. Now then..." She places the cups over her nipples and looks at you expectantly.

I stare at the massive orbs of titflesh hanging before me. I've never seen anything like them... and I've never felt... attracted to them quite like this.
As Ms Jennings prepares her suction cups I move closer. Her breasts feel massive in my presence, I wonder how much milk each must contain, I wonder and I start to feel a desire to find out.
As she raises the suction cup to her left nipple I come closer and remove it, before seeking the large nipple with my lips. I suck and instantly warm, sweet milk rushes into my mouth. The taste is incredible. My hands find either side of her tremendous breast as I start to massage it while I suckle. She flicks a switch on her pump and the suction cup on her right begins to drain her other side.
I suck greedily, each hearty effort is greeted with another mouthful with no end in sight.
My cock, slimy with cum and only recently soft, twitches to life. My balls, though much smaller than they had been when full, begin to signal the familiar sensation of cum building up.
I squeeze harder on the massive breast in my mouth. I want more, I need more. I hear the beautiful teacher stifle a moan as I drain more and more from her. There seems to be no end of her reserves as my stomach begins to feel bloated.
My cock marches slowly up my small torso until it sits near the level of my own nipples. I release my lips from the huge breast and a fountain of milk sprays constantly from it. My cock is coated in the rich, sweet milk as I reach for the other suction cup.
I press my small body into her soft, beautiful one, and slide my cock between the draining tits. Instinctively my hips begin to thrust. The tip of my cock only just making an appearance in the valley of her cleavage at the height of each thrust.
I feel my cock swell once more, a tiny bit more of the head visible each time. It's not long before I feel the orgasm build. Massaging her tits together around my cock, I feel myself burst yet again.

Miss Jennings moans loudly as you paint her face with thick, musky cum. She'd never admit it, but she can't get enough of the stuff - in a condom, on her breasts... or especially in her mouth. She begins lapping up as much as she can, squirting out her own milk all the while from her now slightly smaller tits. Her breasts are sensitive enough that, with the amount of stimulation they're getting, she has a shaking orgasm of her own, a large wet spot appearing between her thighs as she leans against the wall for support.
Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Each shot lasts a good couple seconds, and you've passed the minute mark now with no end in sight. Cum drips from the two of you, as well as the ceiling above, making puddles that slowly pass into the drains on the floor. When the last few wads gush lazily from your now even *bigger* dick, the busty teacher feels the stream of milk from her nipples stop as well. The two of you are breathing heavily, practically unrecognizable under layers of cum.
It's a few seconds before she can speak. "Thank you... Amy. Um... if you want to wash off, there's a shower in every bathroom. Whew..." She sits down hard on a nearby chair, splattering drops of spunk around her.

I watch as my now even larger cock softens slowly, covered in a thick layer of cum.
"Thank you Ms. Jennings," I say with relief. "I was so full... and, your milk is really good, If I can help you again please let me know!" I say with childish enthusiasm.
I get up and walk toward the showers clutching my cum drenched clothes in my hands, the feeling of my long cock swaying below me as I walk is amazing. It hangs 10 inches down, still dripping occasionally.
It still tingles with steady growth as I walk down the hallway. One or two girls get a good look at my body as I walk past them to the shower. Not only do I feel shy I feel... proud? I watch them stare at my disproportionate cock as I enter the shower.
I turn the water on in the large communal shower, lathering my whole body, but spending extra time on the massive fat dick I've come to accept.
I find myself wishing I could stick it in somebody....

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By the time I entered my second class that day my tits were already up a cup size. They itched like crazy, and I hadn't been prepared to conceal myself. I wore a cute red t-shirt, and walking from that class to the next I felt... jiggly. I saw boys starting to stare at me. I'd never worn a bra before. I felt eyes on me, hot like lasers as I did everything I could to conceal myself. I felt my pants growing tighter, too. As I stood up to leave, my jeans felt far too tight, and my ass cheeks wobbled more than ever before as I walked around. The attention had my body completely perplexed. I had a sweater in my locker, but I had a choice to make that day. My cock had not even softened from my morning encounter and it still grew... if anything, faster, so the sweater was firmly locked around my waist, my tits defenseless. Even the girls stared, and I heard whispers of "stuffing her shirt" and the like. Oh, how I wish they were true.
By second to last period that day I was in crisis mode. My tits were easily a DD or E cup if not bigger. The hem of my shirt lifted off to bare my stomach sometime around 1:00, and now it was hanging off my tits, stretched far beyond where it had been designed to. I heard the groaning of stitches beginning to give way in my pants, too. Last time I stood up I felt like they were going to explode, and... God... my cock was going insane.
I had to excuse myself to the bathroom to relieve the pressure in my balls twice with Amy's help. My cock that morning was 15" long - I know, I measured it - but now... It had grown easily another 4-5 inches just since the morning. I was in a state of panic.
I watched the clock, willing it to move faster and failing. At 15 minutes to go, I was watching Ms. Williams from the back of the class, trying not to stare at her enticing curves. Then it happened. I felt a wetness at my chest, and looked down to discover I had began leaking milk.
I crossed my arms to obscure myself, grabbing my phone under the desk and texting Amy. "BRING A SWEATER TO THE SHOWER ROOM AT THE BELL, EMERGENCY!!!!!!"
Thank god for friends, or I'd have never survived that day.


I lean against the wall next to the girls' bathroom, anxiously waiting for you to come out of class. We only have a few minutes to drain you dry every intermission period, so we have to make every second count. Letting you go to class with full balls and boobs does NOT lead to good results... Ms. Jennings' classroom took *hours* to clean after today's mishap. Not that the girls who volunteered for cleanup were terribly disappointed.
I smile broadly and wave when I see your short, yet impressive figure hurrying toward me with a pained expression. Your height can sometimes make you hard to spot in a crowd, but two unmistakable (and bouncy) attributes make it impossible to mistake you for anyone else. I catch some of the older girls casting predatory glances at you - particularly at the obvious bulge under your skirt - and I glare at them, but I don't think I have any effect.
"Amy, hey!" I greet as you walk up. "How was class? Ready for some, um, 'help?'" I giggle, slightly uncomfortable with our arrangement but still plenty enthusiastic. I know every girl in the school is jealous I get to handle your body, particularly your legendary cock.


We head into the shower stall in the girls bathroom, undress and lock the door behind us. I made such a mess it was just easier this way.
"Oh man it's bad today, I swear these things are still getting bigger," I say as my tits spring free from my bra and I toss it aside. Droplets of milk form at each of my tits as they leak slightly. I bend over and pull my panties off as my cock swings free. The 12" flaccid cock is thick and heavy. My balls are big, far bigger than I should have let them get before texting you as I frown at them.
"I don't know what I'd do without you," I say smiling as you prepare to help. Your body wasn't the extreme mine was but I thought it was perfect.
You pull your panties off and place our clothes in a safe spot. Your hand touched my nipple and in an instant my cock twitched to life. It was on a hair trigger these days. The soft mass of cock flesh grew towards the floor as blood filled it as fast as my body could. It reached my ankles before it began to climb a little with each beat of my now racing heart.


"Jeez, I'd say so! That bra looks ready to rip apart, and I know you haven't had that long. Think your growth spurt might be speeding up?" I bite my lip as I take in an eyeful of your enormous, milky tits and swinging cock. How did I get lucky enough to have a friend like you? I pinch your thumb-sized right nipple - the Start Button, I call it - and your cock instantly hikes into gear, inflating like a balloon until it's bigger than my LEG!
"Ah, you know every other girl in the school would kill to get their hands on this," I downplay the compliment as I grab your hot, throbbing member with both hands. I know how worried you are that everyone else just sees you as a walking pair of tits and a cock. Some girls are shallow bitches, sure, but you could make plenty of real friends if you just gave them a chance. I think.
I smirk and throw one leg over your ultra thick shaft, squeezing it between my thighs. It's like straddling a balance beam, I think, as I leak my arousal down your throbbing cock. You're a few inches shorter than me, so it's a comfortable position, but I do have to lean down to take one of your huge, milky tits in both hands and bring the nipple up to my mouth.
"Ready?" I grin, and start sucking. You seem to be getting more sensitive every hour - it won't be long before simply rubbing against your cock will be enough to set you off. For now, this should be more than enough…


I gasp as your soft pink lips touch my nipple. I let out a whimper as I feel you begin to suck, and I feel the wetness from your pretty pussy leak onto my shaft.
"Oh my god, it feels better every time" I say, struggling to breathe normally as I take my free tit and play with the nipple.
I bring it to my own face and we suckle in tandem as I moan into the soft titflesh. My tits feel utterly incredible as the warm sweet milk fills my mouth and yours.
It takes no time for me to reach the brink of orgasm. I feel your pussy glide only a few inches on my shaft as you adjust your position and that was it. In an instant I felt my balls begin to empty. Milk flowed fast from the tit I suckled at, as my mouth filled I released it from my lips. Thin jets of milk sprayed constantly from my massive tits, as my cock spewed huge ropes of cum, one after another, gallons upon gallons of it covering the shower floor.


Your milk is rich and abundant, as always. After only a few mouthfuls, I'm satisfied, and I move back a bit while still kneading and draining your enormous boob. Apparently that slight movement is enough to set your overactive cum cannon firing, and the first buck of that powerful girlcock heaves me an inch or two in the air, setting off an orgasm of my own as it rubs my clit *just* right.
"Goddddd, Amy! Mmmmff-"
As intense as my orgasm is, judging by your ecstatic moans and screams it's nowhere near on the level of yours. Mine's over after a good 10 seconds, leaving me shivering and weak at the knees, but yours is just getting started. I continue to hump and moan your name as you fire off countless gallons of cum and milk into the clearly inadequate shower stall. The thick mixture can't flow down the drain fast enough, and I'm genuinely concerned you might start flooding the bathroom. But eventually I feel your cum geysers start to weaken, until the last few spurt out lazily onto the spooge pool. I dismount shakily as your cock deflates, a dazed grin lighting up my face.
"That... was nice," I giggle, breathing heavily. "I'm always surprised you can even stand after one of those. Feeling better?"


I breathed heavily as the mental haze of my orgasm faded. "SO much better, thank you!" 
I climbed to my feet, relieved to feel how much lighter my body was. I ran the shower, and we quickly scrubbed clean.
We dressed, and exited the shower stall, evidence of our meeting still coating the tile floor. At the door we parted ways, I looked back as she walked away, and smiled.

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It has been two days since then, and things are no better. My pants exploded on my walk home that day, and I've called in sick the last two days in a row. Now I'm wearing oversized sweat pants, and an old sweatshirt of my father's. My breasts are (even with frequent milking) larger than my head, my ass is too big for me, and jiggles madly as I walk. The last time I measured my cock it was 24" long, and honestly, I was too scared to this morning. My balls are unwieldy and heavy, even empty. My body is in complete control.
We were headed to the mall to try and find better clothes to hide me.

"Okay, we're here! Um, Amy, do you need some help?"
It's the fifth time this morning your mom's asked you that same question. Granted, you've needed quite a bit of help managing your condition these last few days - particularly with milking your bafflingly productive, lactating breasts. Mom's asked you several times whether you're pregnant, but even with your outrageously curvy body you're clearly far too shy to even talk to a boy, much less fuck one. Besides, it's hardly the only impossible thing about your body right now.
Mom opens the car door and steps aside, cringing at how tightly you seem to be wedged into your seat. It's a wonder, she thinks, that your seat isn't absolutely covered with milk and cum after that bumpy ride. Erika (https://imgur.com/a/E3ZCX) smiles awkwardly at the two of you as you step out with shaky legs. While at first she was increasingly jealous of your rapidly expanding curves, by this point she's more aroused by it than anything. This shouldn't be possible. It COULDN’T be possible, and yet there you are, standing in front of her with half your body weight in your tits, ass, cock and balls. She lent you one of her newer bras this morning, but even that seems to be hanging on by a thread, your breasts obviously spilling out from the cups even under your thick sweater.
"So, uh, where to first? I could show you where I get my bras - it's this this great little shop, they do the tailoring right there and everything."
"Erika, I don't know if..." Your mom, trying not to let you see, brings her hands to her chest then pulls them outward, mimicking an expanding motion. Still growing. Right.
"Wellll, maybe it's best to start with Macy's, yeah? I've been wanting some new tops."

I step out of the car and pull my sweater down. It was the most covering thing in the house, and still, my cleavage was on prominent display. I fumbled with the cups of my borrowed bra. It felt uncomfortably tight, my soft pale tit-flesh overflowing the cups like rising dough. I sighed, and upon seeing mom mime my tit growth my face went a little red. She was worried, understandably so, but things have been so weird at home. It used to be the one place I could relax, but now I get the weirdest looks from both mom and Erika.
I made my last few adjustments before I dared venture into the mall. I'd taken to tucking my cock up under a tight t shirt lately; it made me look like I had a bit of a belly, but I didn't care - it was the only convenient way to stow it. I followed along behind the two of them, trying not to stare at their swaying asses as we walked towards Macy's, hoping the pair, both being quite curvy themselves, would draw away most of the attention. Walking was uncomfortable, and I could feel my fattened ass wiggle with every step. I'm sure it was quite the sight; I just prayed relatively few eyes found me. Of course, that wasn't going to happen. I saw a group of teenagers walk past and point at me, clearly ogling my tits. I tried not to pay attention, but it was difficult.
Once we were in Macy's, we headed straight for the plus size department in hope of finding some bras big enough for me. A saleswoman came to assist us. "Can I help you find... um, anything?" Her words failed her for a moment upon seeing me. Mom took her aside for a moment, whispering to the lady as she nodded, staring at me with curiosity and confusion.
She walked towards me, pulling a tape from her pocket. "Lift your arms and hold still for a moment, please," she asked kindly, and I complied. "Wow," she muttered to herself, quietly but not so quietly I didn't notice as the tape closed around my tits. I felt my cock twitch a tiny bit just from the attention and quickly calmed myself.
Once she had finished, she left, and returned a minute later with a number of bras.
"These range from 30H to 30M - biggest we've got. Would you like to go try them on?"
I nod. "Um, Erika?" I ask meekly. "Would you... Would you help me? I could use some opinions, and probably a hand clasping," I say quietly, slightly embarrassed. Even with tits like mine, bras were still new to me, and I hadn't yet mastered them.
I took the pile and walked into the change rooms.

"Sure, sure." Erika grabs a couple tops she's already picked out and leads you to a nearby changing room, trying to shield you from ogling customers on the way - with marginal success, as she's pretty damn busty herself. [Well, we can probably rule out the 30H, since she's already busting out of my I-cup…] she thinks as she closes the door behind you. But her train of thought is interrupted by the sight of an enormous, impressively round butt pointed right at her as you timidly set your pile down. She'd never had any interest in girls before, but if you weren't her sister...
She mentally shakes her head, disgusted with herself as she suppresses the thought. "Alright then, why don't you take off that stuffy sweater?"

I shuffled into the change room with Erika behind me, dropping my pile of bras in front of me and taking the tops Erika had picked out from her to hang beside us.
I pulled the oversized sweater off, thankful to be rid of it for a moment. I was overheating, but my modesty concerns far outweighed the need for comfort. My breasts glistened slightly with sweat, the pale flesh spilling out of the bra and the tight t-shirt's neckline. Beneath my chest, a conspicuous bulge gave the illusion of a pregnant belly, but the thin white shirt revealed my cock and balls stuffed into it. Of course, I didn't realize this until I saw Erika's eyes drop below my chest and her face redden.
I quickly turned back around, realizing what I'd shown off. "S...sorry," I squeaked. "Maybe just, um, close your eyes for now, okay?" I said as I began removing my shirt. When it was up past my midriff, my balls fell, slapping into my thighs as I let out an "oof." My limp - but still massive - cock swung between my legs, perilously close to the floor. The last half of my cock was covered in latex. After mom had to clean my larger and larger messes, she'd sought to find a way to control them, insisting I go to bed with a condom on, though I quickly outgrew the "magnums" she'd brought home.
Yesterday she returned with some far more... industrial grade condoms designed for horse breeders, and so far, they were doing the trick. Even though I'd drained myself as best I could before leaving, the reservoir clearly had pre-cum in it. I seemed to leak constantly these days.
I attempted to unclasp my bra, but couldn't. My tits had slowly been filling since we'd left the house, and the pressure in my bra was too much for my little hands to overcome.
"You can open your eyes now," I said, knowing you could still see part of my cock if you wanted, but at least I'd made an attempt. "Can you unhook me please? It's too tight." I felt her warm fingers on my back moments later, her breath on my neck causing goosebumps to radiate away from the source. With a pop, my tits burst free of their confines, and I sighed with relief, angry red bands from the tight straps encircled my back.
"Can you tell me... what size you think I need to try first? Some of them look too small," I said. Turning around, my cock swaying between my ankles, my breasts, as enormous as they were, jiggled only a little. They were firm and sat high on my chest, my nipples were erect, and a pale pink colour, traces of slight blue ran through them. They grew more noticeable as I filled with milk.
Erika grabbed a few bras and held them up against me. The light touch on my sensitive nipples was all it took to begin slowly dropping milk from each of my impressive teats.
"Oh no... Nono, not now!" I panicked, terrified of making a scene or a mess, thinking mom would never take me anywhere again if I did. "Crap crap, why now?" Tears welled in my eyes as I grew more and more upset at the thought of causing a scene (and making a mess).
Erika, for her part, looked confused, and distressed. I could tell by the look on her face she was about to go get mom to help.
"No, please, don't go!" I pleaded. "I don't want mom to find out, she'll never let me out of the house again!" I said desperately. "I just need to... Will... Will you help me drain them please?" A large industrial-sized garbage can sat in the corner, and I pulled it near, hovering over it, my tits swaying as they seemed to visibly swell with milk as the network of veins grew more noticeable. The slow steady drops gave way to a constant light stream, and still, pressure was building. "Please?" I said, attempting to squeeze milk from my tits to drain them, with poor results.

"Oh ohhhh Amy, don't cry!" Erika frantically insisted. She'd never been good at reassuring people - especially you. But that didn't stop her from coming over to help. You were quite a sight from behind: a huge, perfectly round bottom over an absolute beast of a cock, drooling precum into a currently basketball-sized condom at an increasing rate due to the pleasure of your milking. Your balls hung nearly to your knees, like twin watermelons swaying side to side with your frantic movements. Your breasts, though - even from behind, Erika could see them swell further out to your sides as the outrageously productive udders defied your attempts to empty them.
"S-Sure! But, um, are you sure you should do that here? Won't that cause a, um, different kind of mess? That condom's already looking pretty stretched," she said nervously as she stepped forward to help anyway. With her face nearly as red as yours, she awkwardly reached around your back to your swollen, squirting nipples. Between your back, her own tits, and your substantially larger pair, it took all of her reach to grab them, but as soon as she did they started gushing like faucets into the can. Your moans of relief told her she was doing it right, but the garbage can was filling worryingly fast.
Suddenly, she heard a sharp *slap* against the can by your feet. She couldn't see past your breasts, but she was pretty sure she knew what made that noise.
"Oh, no..."

I felt her sidle up behind me, Amy's full hips pushed into my ass as she wrapped her arms around and worked to relieve the pressure in my breasts. My breathing sped up as I did all I could to stifle myself from moaning, I hadn't even considered how the rest of my body would react to being touched like this. With a single, powerful throb my cock slapped into the trash can, and my eyes grew wide.
Amy asked about the condom's capacity. I hadn't broken one yet, they're pretty stretchy... but things changed for me quickly. She didn't stop her efforts to drain my tits, though. Her hands were wet with my milk, and she massaged my tits gently and rhythmically, and my cock continued to throb. Every beat of my heart left it a little harder as it pushed to the side of the trash can, rising higher and higher. My balls began feeling unbearably full as my tits finally began to shrink a little.
My cock was rock hard. It curved upward, the massive head covered in the condom, now filled with clear, slippery pre-cum. Flirting with three feet now, it was incredible. Angry veins pulsed up the shaft, and my body trembled with arousal as Amy worked faster to drain my breasts entirely. I began stroking my cock, embarrassed. "I'm...I'm sorry, it's the only way I can make it go down," I whispered.
*Knock knock*
"How's everything going in there?" The saleswoman said through the door. I held it together, barely. "Just....fiiine.. we might need to find some larger shirts, would you mind getting some more?" I asked, trying to stall for time. My hands at no point stopped attempting to coax the cum from my enormous balls, but it wasn't going very quickly. I hugged the massive organ to my chest, the tip sat above my head, at eye level with Amy if she could bring herself to look up. I put my hands over hers, and together, we used my now almost empty, but still oversized tits to rub my cock.
I felt surges of pleasure run through me like electric shocks. If my focus hadn't been so marred by my preoccupation with cumming, I might have noticed that my cock seemed to be growing fast enough to see as we worked as fast as we could to end the madness. It wouldn't take much longer now…

Erika gasped as she noticed the steady growth of your cock. "Are you sure you can't just, like, wait for it to go down?" she whispered frantically in your ear. But she knew there was a slim chance of that at best; even she knew your cock was like a stubborn child, absolutely impossible to deny when it caught sight of what it wanted. Best to just get this over with before anyone-
"Are you two okay in there? I heard splashing, is Amy having an accident?"
"Mom, we're fine! Everything's fine!" Erika called, a little too frantically. "I heard that too, must have been some... pipes, or something." She turned back to your ear, her hands never ceasing their lengthy strokes against your ultra-sensitive shaft. "I'll distract them. Try not to make too much noise," she insisted apologetically before pulling away and slipping out the door. Your mother is waiting outside with a furrowed brow, clearly worried (but then, what else was new?).
"Hey, so Amy says she wants to try some different styles, can you help me pick some out?" She grabbed her mother's arm before she could respond and pulled her toward the underwear section, picking up the saleswoman along the way. Biting her lip, she risked a glance back at your changing room, hoping the inevitable mess could somehow be contained until the three of you were gone.

It wouldn't take long without having to worry about mom and the saleswoman. It probably wouldn't take long regardless but at least this way I didn't have to be constantly terrified, though... I did miss Erika being here, as much as I'd never let myself admit it. I thought of her while I stroked, she wouldn't have to know. I continued using my tits, sliding them up and down my shaft with abandon. In a matter of a couple short minutes, I could feel it coming, that all too familiar indistinct pressure coming from the base of my cock, my balls throbbing with pent up cum.
I scrambled up onto the bench as fast as I could, bending over to rest my cock on the edge of the nearly half full trash can, the balloon of pre-cum hanging off it. At the very least, I thought, it should contain most of it. I stroked madly, rushing to finish before I was caught. In an instant, my head went blank as I felt cum surge down the length of my cock. With one solid blast, the ballooned tip of the condom tripled in size, as the waves of pleasure rocked my body, I struggled to stay on my feet as my balls clenched with force, draining themselves. The condom grew with each enormous rope of cum, as the tremendous bubble of fresh cum expanded until it touched the sides of the can, and still, my body released more. I bit my lip, doing anything I could to avoid screaming out with animal pleasure as my orgasm hit it's crescendo, and thankfully managed to. When my cock had slowed to the irregular twitches that follow my orgasms, it began to soften mercifully. The condom, miraculously, was intact, but the massive cum balloon muffin-topped over the edges of the trash can by a foot, easily. With frantic hands I pulled the condom free of my cock and tied it off in a knot. I used my old shirt to wipe my cock dry and grabbed bras in a panic, finding one that fit. I fumbled madly to clasp it and grabbed a couple larger ones. I pulled a clean shirt over my chest, before once again tucking my freshly drained additions into the belly area. I pulled a new sweater over everything, and gathered the rejects in my arms.
"Miss, are you okay in there?" The saleswoman asked
"Fine... I'm... I'm done now, just give me a minute."
I cracked open the door and wedged myself through it before closing it behind me quickly, the massive orb of hot cum concealed. I handed the extra clothes back to the woman "Thank you, I’ll wear these out. The tags are still on so they can ring me through," I said, my eyes darting around to find Erika and my Mom. As soon as I saw them close by, I took off walking quickly, my ass jiggling madly as I hurried to them.
"Okay let's go I'm done," I said quickly and half out of breath.
Mom opened her mouth to protest the rush and Erika, mercifully, came to my rescue, joining in to ask to go.

We made our way out of Macy's, and I tried to make us get as far away from the store as possible. Part of me wished I could see the look on the poor soul's face when they came across that trash can and realized what it was...
We walked through the mall, and I felt better, a bra that actually fit made all the difference. Eyes darted in our direction wherever we walked, not surprising I suppose, our curves were more than enough to draw attention. I just really hoped nobody looked too close at my stomach area.

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After we finish shopping Erika and I go back home, while Mom goes out again to buy some stuff she had forgotten.

I open the door before your nervous expression, and a grin spreads across my face. "Well, you look eager. Let's go in." I close the door behind you, my mind racing about what we could do to that glorious beast between your legs.
"So, what do you want to do?" Of course, I know exactly what you want to do, but it's so fun to tease you. "We could watch a movie, or play with the dog..."


"Movie is fine!" I blurt out, barely able to contain myself. I know you, and I know you are a bit of a pervert, but my naive mind still doesn't come to the conclusion that you might want something more than just talking about my problem, like a good sister should. "We could watch an… umm, a drama, or a comedy or something." I say as I take off my coat, and underneath it, this time, I'm not wearing my baggy pants, but a pair of tight, comfy leggings that hug my curves and my bulge. And my oh my, my bulge has grown even more since our encounter in the bathroom this morning. It's now so big, it can hang almost to my knee even when completely soft. But, I don't care. With you, I don't need to hide.


I raise an eyebrow at your enthusiasm, thrown off guard for a moment. With how devloped your body is, it's hard to forget you were this young and naive. But that thought is replaced by sight of your enormous bulge as you take off your jacket. I can practically see the veins on that juicy cock through your skin tight leggings; the sight nearly makes me drool, but I stop myself.
"Mmmm... Sure, I just got one from Netflix, let's go to the living room..." I wonder how long you can hold out - those balls are looking awful swollen.


"You go plop on the couch, I'll be right there." I say and go to the bathroom. I look for a little while and find a wash bin that I can take with me, and take it, together with a towel, and return to join you on the couch.
I plop down right next to you and, to your probably big surprise, I pull down my pants lightly, and reveal the bulge, in all it's fleshy glory. I unroll it and lay it across my thigh and, to your surprise hopefully, onto yours. I want to show you that I trust you, and that you're a good enough sister to share my secret with. "Ah, much better. Hope it's not a problem for you."


"Sure, I'll get it started." I roll my eyes as I walk to the living room. Well, watching a movie doesn't sound too bad right now, actually. I do like hanging out with you, and I'd feel weird starting something sexual completely out of the blue.
"Hey, I just put the movie in. What's with the wash bin? Are you going to... um..." I lose my train of thought as you plop your fat, meaty cock onto my lap. Even soft I can feel its heat through my skirt, and it's covering a very sensitive area. "N-No, that's fine. Go ahead and... do what makes you comfortable." I squirm in my seat, not expecting this turn of events. Should I just grab it and go to town? Would that make you uncomfortable?


"Oh...OOOH. I'm sorry. I...I just thought..." I blush heavily and awkwardly tug back my meatpole, letting it hang over the wash bin. But, with a bit of hidden delight, and a bit of shame I notice that I'm starting to get a hard-on. Even the closeness to you is enough to turn me on. Oh God, I feel like a wild animal in heat. And why is it that suddenly, all I can think of is your luscious blonde hair, your angelic face, your soft, delicate features, and your sweet ass just begging to be plowed.
I freeze mid thought, shocked by myself. I quickly decide to change the subject, as I can feel myself getting harder and hotter. "S...so, umm, Erika, what are we going to watch, and will there be popcorn?"


"Hehe... don't worry about it." I gulp, my eyes dancing back and forth between the TV and your slowly swelling log.
"Watch? Oh, um, Mean Girls." Oh, perfect - a movie starring multiple hot young women. "No popcorn, sorry... so, what are you doing with the wash bin?"


"Oh, that sounds cool. I don't think I've ever seen that one." I say idly, my hand going to my shaft absentmindedly, and begins petting it gently. "And the wash bin. It's for emergencies. Just in case something like what happened during the shopping trip happens again." I say as I continue stroking myself, not even realizing I'm doing it. And just as in the shopping trip, my shaft begins to trickle tiny blobs of precum and splatter them in the wash bin, the TV drowning out the noise. "Oh, wow, those girls are really pretty."


"Lindsay Lohan in her prime, huh?" I flash you a smirk. I'm beginning to get used to your fat cock just laying there for me to see, and am mostly able to keep my attention on the movie. I really shouldn't immediately jump to sexual things with my sister, should I? I mean, a pervert I am, but you're certainly not, and I don't want to jeopardize our family just to satisfy my cock lust. Even if it is the most glorious cock I've ever seen - the weight of it, the thickness, the amount of cum it shoots out...
Part way through the movie I steal a glance at the wash bin; I have to bite my tongue when I notice it's half full of precum alone.


"Yeah, Lindsay is great. But, Regina is hot." I say, my stroking beginning to pick up pace. "She kind of reminds me of you, but, you know, way less curvy and sexy." I blurt out, not even realizing it.
And then, a little while later, the scene comes where Regina pops up with her bunny costume, and wiggles her ass at the camera to show off. I freeze up, and before I realize it, a rope of cum is flying through the air, splattering right beside the TV. "Oh, God, I'm so, so sorry. I… I dunno what happened." I begin to blush again, my hands pressing down on my cock, as of trying to suppress it.


"Woah!" My focus on the movie is thrown off by the huge wad of jizz that smacks into the wall right next to it. "You mean you weren't jacking off, or anything? That was just happened by itself?" I look at your pained expression, holding down your girlcock like it has a mind of its own. A moment later, I hear another jet of spooge fire into the bin, hitting it hard enough to splash some of the precum out.
"Damn, hold on! I'll get another," I call to you as I dash off to look for another suitable container. At the rate you're shooting out cum, that wash bin will last seconds...


"I'm so sorry. I… It's not on purpose. I'm just way too sensitive. I can drive myself to orgasm just by thinking, ooor even by the slightest touch in the right place. A-and those girls in the movie, a-and you standing there next to..." I freeze up again. Why… why am I so sensitive, so horny?
"And not only am I hypersensitive, my… love juice is off the charts. Before, I used to cum about a bucket every morning, and a little bit in the afternoon. Today, I emptied the toilet bowl 4 or 5 times, and then clogged it afterwards. And I feel like it's only getting worse. My cock is growing like crazy. It grew by 10 inches today. Yesterday, it was only about 24, and today, it's...well longer. I measured it before we left, it was 34 inches, and I feel like it grew even since we came back." As I explain this though, I sound half excited, half ashamed.


I pull an empty trash can out of a nearby cupboard and bring it over to you, just as the surface level of your pool of cum nears the rim of the wash bin. "You've grown even bigger since we came back?! Amy... that is so hot." It feels good to finally say it - I'm almost too mesmerized by the gush of cum into the new 10-gallon or so trash can to watch for your reaction. Slowly, tentatively, I reach for your dick and begin giving it long strokes, milking it into the trash can like a cow's udder. Very quickly the splash of cum on plastic turns into liquid on liquid, and you begin filling yet another container.


"Yeah, I… I think I have. It's a lot slower than the initial growth spurt, but… Wait what? You don't find this disgusting?" I raise an eyebrow as I see you staring at the slowly filling trash bag. "I thought everybody would be put off by this constant leakage of EEP..."
I yelp as I feel your soft hand on my cock, and a wave of pure bliss washes over me. "E-errri-oooh." I try to say something, but all that comes out is an incoherent mix of what might be your name and loud moan and groan. My vision goes cloudy, and my hands go to my breasts, and I begin to furiously massage them as white spots begin to pop up in my vision. My balls suddenly swell up massively, going from their former peach size to the size of a big melon each. The flow of cum also changed into massive shots, probably about a gallon each, that splash into the bag, almost spraying to the outside. You can see each new shot travel down my shaft, making it bulge with the sheer mass of the discharge, parting your hand before blasting out of the tip and into the bag, quickly beginning to fill it up.
But my balls aren't the only thing that seems to be growing. It might just be your imagination, but my cock seems to be getting longer by about an inch every time I unload, and definitely getting thicker. At first, you could close your hand around it, but as I fill the bag halfway, you can't do that anymore, no matter how hard you try.
And me, I'm a grunting, panting, moaning mess on the couch, writhing and twisting with pleasure as I grope myself lustfully, enjoying the seemingly endless orgasm.
And before long, in fact, just 10 seconds after the start of the whole ordeal, the bag is full, the cum beginning to leak from the top. I manage to get a bit of sense into me, and I grab it to prevent it from spilling out all it's contents, and I stand up on weak, wobbling knees, to wait until you get a new one. As I do, my cock dips into the pool of cum, and I can actually feel how much longer it had gotten. There have to be at least 25 inches submerged into the thick, warm mass of cum, and another 5-6 sticking out. Just the warm feeling around my shaft causes me to moan and cum one last time, sending the mass rolling off the edge as a liter or so of cum races down the sides of the bag and begins to pool at the base of the bag.


I actually drool as I feel your unloading cum cannon grow longer, thicker in my hand. All too quickly I'm not holding it anymore, but simply laying a hand on it, not nearly able to wrap my hand around the ultra thick shaft. "Amy, oh my god..." I'm sorely tempted to stick a hand down my panties and join you in the throes of orgasm, but the trash can is nearly full and you're unloading more cum by the second. Cursing under my breath, I run off to find another container.
"Come on, come on..." Throwing aside junk from a hall closet, I pull out an old plastic baby bath and bring it to you. Not any too soon, either - a giant puddle of spunk is spreading across the floor, and you're too far gone to stop it even if you could control your third leg. I awkwardly pull it over to the bath so you can start filling yet another container.
I give a weak laugh, hardly able to believe what I'm seeing. Half-thinking, I slip a hand down my skirt and start fingering myself furiously.


I slowly come to grips with myself, and begin to regain my bearings. I notice the huge mess that I've made - the splatter on the wall, the puddle on the floor, the overflowing bag, and the baby tub that's also has a good couple of inches of spunk on the bottom. I blink a couple of times, shaking of the last tendrils of pleasure from my body and the last couple of spurts of jizz from my dripping shaft, and it slowly begins to soften up.
I turn to talk to you, but I notice you're busy, your hand under your skirt, furiously working on yourself. Oh, God, no, the sight of you fingering yourself, your soft form jiggling lightly, visible even under your clothes, it's enough to get me to go hard again. I can feel the pressure in my balls begin to mount again. "No, no, not again." I whimper quietly, my meatpole fully erect again, demanding attention. No, I won't let it take over me again. I'm the master of my own body.
With that, I put all my willpower into controlling myself. The temptation is great, and I feel like I might slip any second. Just the sight of you pleasuring yourself makes my cock twitch and quiver, begin for a piece of the action as well. And, even though I don't manage to shake off my arousal completely, at least I manage to stop myself from cumming again, for now. And I'll take every small victory over my condition that I can.
"E-Erika, you really are enjoying this?" I lay a hand on your shoulder, hoping not to interrupt you too rudely, but still hoping you'd stop, as I feel the arousal crashing like a battering ram against the gates of my self control, and I don't know how long I'll hold out.


My panties grow more soaked by the second as I rapidly rub my hard clit, mesmerized by the incredible sight in front of me. I quickly approach orgasm and close my eyes, basking in pleasure. Almost there...
But the feeling of your hand on my shoulder brings me out of my trance. "Amy? You're..." Opening my eyes, the first thing I notice - with some disappointment - is that you've stopped unloading your copious seed. Then I notice your pained expression, clearly struggling to control yourself, and I immediately feel guilty. "Oh god, Amy, I'm... I'm sorry. It's just, you seemed like you were so into it, and I wanted to... It didn't occur to me that you wanted to stop yourself. I'm sorry." I wipe my gooey hand on my skirt, my eyes tearing up a little. "But yeah, I really was enjoying it. I know you don't like your body, Amy, but I think it's amazing." I smile sincerely at you, trying to resist the urge to stare at your still-rock-hard dick.


"Well, it's not that I don't like my body. I like it. I may not be as curvy as you, but I still think I have an alright body." I grope my breasts as if to emphasize the point, and immediately wince as a wave of pleasure washes over me, and I almost lose my cool, my cock beginning to pulse and strain with excitement as my curves, even though a fair bit smaller than yours, jiggle and shake from the slap.
I take a second to steal myself, and then continue. "The only thing I don't really like about myself is… well, this." I nod down to my twitching shaft. "But, you. You make me feel good about myself, even with my..peculiar situation. I know we haven't spent much time together before I started growing, but, thank you." I smile as you lean forward, giving me a quick kiss on the mouth, and my cock rubs against the side of your thigh, making me moan as you kiss me.


That was exactly what I wanted to hear, and more. I lean back into your kiss, much more forceful and eager than you are, putting my hands on your waist and pulling you closer. Of course, this makes your cock rub even more of its surface area onto my thigh, but at this point I don't even care about any mess you make - I just want to give you mind bending orgasms until you can't think straight.
I pull back momentarily, giving you a look of intense lust and breathing heavily. "You... you want to see my body too?" My hands are already at the buttons to my clothes, revealing a bit more of my jiggly cleavage.


I yelp as you pull me closer, and I can feel myself rubbing against you, the pleasure increasing rapidly. I almost whimper as I hear your question, and my cock begins twitching and quivering even more violently at your side.
"Y-Yes." I say weakly, trying to fight off my urges. But, as you open up your clothes, revealing more and more of your chest, I lose it almost instantly. My hands immediately go to your shirt, and I basically tear it open, revealing your bare chest. Not wearing a bra with those jugs? Wow, sis's naughty! 
I then jump in your lap, wrapping my legs around your waist, and holding onto your shoulders with my hands. My cock slaps into the canyon of your cleavage, parting it for a second, until it settles in nicely between your tits. You can also feel my swollen balls pressed against you, churning and growing slowly.


Just as well you freed my boobs from beneath my shirt - my nipples were aching for attention. I give a grunt of my own when you jump into my lap and your cock hits my chest, knocking the wind out of me. The feeling of our bodies being so close, as well as the throbbing and churning of your needy body, brings my arousal to a whole new level. I wish I could reach your mouth to continue making out, but your monster has other plans. I do what I can, though: grabbing my own nipples with a soft moan, I push my breasts together and start shifting up and down. It's a bit of an awkward motion, as I don't have much leverage to move, but the feeling of our bodies writhing against each other more than makes up for it.


Your tits feel amazing squished against my pole. So amazing, in fact, that it doesn't take long for me to lose my remaining will, and I slowly let loose of all my inhibitions. As soon as I do, my cock begins to dribble precum again, slowly at first, but then faster and faster, soon pumping a liter of it every couple of seconds. It flows down around my shaft, making it slick and wet and glistening with the sweet, sticky goo.
I begin thrusting my hips up and down greedily, slathering my baby batter all over your tits, between them, on your chest, down on your belly, and even on my own more modest sized breasts, now squished against yours, and I whimper quietly with pleasure. "Oh, Erika." I manage to moan out between grunts of pleasure and frustration, my climax quickly approaching.


My grinding and wriggling motions rub my pussy against your throbbing balls, and the orgasm I put off when you touched my shoulder is coming back with a vengeance. Your precum flows down onto the both of us, absolutely soaking our lower bodies as well as the couch underneath us; but I don't care about the mess.
"I - want to see you cum - Amy," I growl in between heavy breaths. My face is flushed and sweating lightly as I tit fuck you closer and closer to climax. "I want to - see just what - your body can do. I want - oh, I'm going to - MMMPH!" I push my face into your pillar of fuckmeat as my orgasm finally overtakes me, making me shiver against you as I squirt out a small fraction of your incredible output of pre.


I'm on the brink, of cumming, my massive shaft twitching and shaking violently as my balls churn and bubble, preparing their load. I try to answer you, but all that I manage to churn out is a mess of panting, grunting and moaning. I'm almost there, I just need a little more...
And then I feel your body tighten with the orgasm, and your face bury in the side of my meatpole. My vision gets spotty, then I black out for a second, and the flood gates open, almost literally. My face pressed against my cock as well, and my whole body convulses, my balls swell up, almost doubling in size, now resembling two large watermelons, and they begin to send their load up my pipe in huge, visible bulges.
They erupt from my tip in heavy, thick ropes, each probably about a gallon's worth of cum, and splash the ceiling above us, and begin raining down, thick, white balls of cum splattering all over and around us. I scream with pleasure for a moment, and then the scream dies down, but I continue gripping you tight. Even after your orgasm has subsided, mine continues. In fact, it continues for a full minute, spraying gallon after gallon of thick baby batter against the ceiling, drenching it thoroughly, and raining down, a thick pool of musky jizz forming around the couch. And again, like earlier, every rope I send out makes my shaft grow thicker and longer.
The fountain of cum is starting to die down, the last few spurts of cum plopping out of my pole, not being able to reach the ceiling, and land back down on your head, making a loud slapping sound against you. As they do, my now 38 inch shaft begins to soften up, and my whole body begins to grow weak in your grip. As my shaft softens up, it begins to shrink, my balls following its example, deflating down to a more manageable large-melon size. As I grow completely soft, my body goes limp, and I collapse on the couch next to you, landing on a puddle of my own juice, splashing heavily in it, and I fall asleep before I even hit the couch, my body limp with exhaustion from the long orgasm.


My shivering orgasm is only magnified by the explosion of your own. "Amyyyyyyy!" I moan aimlessly as the bucking of your shaft rocks me back and forth. I was already coated with precum, but the thick, sticky cum raining down on me now puts it to shame. My orgasm lasts an exceptionally long 20 seconds or so - but by the time I collapse into the soaked couch back, you're just hitting your stride. Somehow, your already impossibly huge dick and balls have swollen to nearly twice their previous size, apparently to match the ungodly amount of spunk they're putting out. I watch in awe and lust as you continue to shoot gallon after gallon all over the ceiling, and the couch, and the two of us... and the rest of the room.
As the last few bucket-sized wads spurt out of your softening cock head, I nervously survey the room. Every single surface is streaked and splattered; cum drips from the ceiling in rivulets, and nearly obscures the floor under massive puddles. I'm enjoying my orgasmic afterglow too much to be seriously anxious, but taking care of this is going to be... difficult.
But that can wait til later. For now, I fall asleep against you on the couch, your sleeping python draped over my thigh.

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I’m wearing a thick sweater over my R-cup breasts and the largest-waisted jeans I could find, which still stretch tightly over my embarrassingly large bottom. I do some last minute organization of my work space as my students trickle in the door. I smile at them and greet as many of them as I can; most of them greet me back, which makes me feel warm and fuzzy. I love when my students are as enthusiastic to learn as I am to teach! The boys seem more interested than the girls, for some reason, but I can't complain.
Just before the bell rings, I see Amy rush in with her head down, hunched over as she sits in the very back of the room. Even so, I can clearly tell the bulge in her skirt is much bigger than when I last saw it, which concerns me. I don't say anything though, and I step up to my podium when the late bell rings.
"Hellooo, everybody! I hope you all enjoyed your weekend! Here's our schedule for the day..."

Mom was nice enough to buy me a new skirt to wear. Pants would probably be an issue from now on.
When I was ready to leave the for school I got to my feet and I was immediately shocked by the weight hanging below me.
"Oh, I forgot this Amy,", mom said coming into the room and dropping off a pair of odd panties.
"I hope they work, I had someone modify them," she said with a kind smile before leaving.
I pulled them on, as they slowly made their way up my legs I could feel the mass of soft cock pile up in the expanded middle section. My balls hung on either side, at least partially supported by the fabric.
I pulled the long red skirt on and looked in the mirror in the bathroom.
A very large set of bulges were clearly visible, but it managed them well.
I looked at the time and realized Ms Jennings class began soon, and walked to class.
I was the last to arrive, and when I did, there were some odd looks at my lower half. I sat at a desk at the very back of class and tried to forget about the ordeal and pay attention.
Paying attention to Ms. Jennings was easy of course, I couldn't help but watch her jiggle around the front of the class. I looked around and more than one boy appeared to be pitching a semi only ten minutes in.
I tried hard not to get aroused, my cock was big enough soft, I had no idea what it would be like hard. Sadly it seemed things wouldn't go my way. Ms Jennings bent over to pick up a dry erase marker and I got a full view of her cleavage. I thought of her milk, her sweet milk and wished I could have more. I could see the rise of her tremendous ass over her back.
I felt my cock stir.
"No no no" I muttered as I looked away from the teacher only to see a girl playing with herself under her desk.
"No no" I could feel a weight growing below the desk. My panties began to feel uncomfortably tight in just moments.
I took a deep breath and tried to close my eyes to calm myself, to no avail.
I opened my eyes and looked around the room nervously, nobody had noticed and I began to think I might be able to escape, but things only worsened below. My balls began to swell and ache as my cock continued to stiffen in its cotton prison. The bulge pressed into the underside of the desk more with each moment. I hear a few stitches pop below and the girls at the desks near mine looked at me.
Ms Jennings took notice.
She asked if everything was alright and I nodded, my face a deep red as I felt more stitches pop below.
Some of the girls turned back to the front but one or two remained staring curiously.
"Please not here please" I begged my cock but it only picked up the pace.
Pop.
Pop.
Snap.
With the sound of my panties demise the class again turned just in time to see my cock spring free from under the front of my desk.
Girls gasped as it came into view. It was over three feet in length, with a girth like a two liter soda bottle in the distended midsection.
Precum flowed from the tip like a leaky faucet. Veins as big as my fingers pulsed and swelled along the enormous shaft. The tip pointed up from the front of my desk at a 45 degree angle, aimed at the very shocked face of the girl sitting in front of me.
I couldn't control my arousal even with the eyes of everyone in the class staring as my balls ached for a moment and then without warning, they clenched violently as I was rocked with orgasm.
The girl in the desk in front of me ducked as she saw me cum but not fast enough, a blast of hot cum easily measuring in gallons took her squarely in the forehead as she dove down.
My cock surged with each powerful clench of my balls. The jets of cum hit the ceiling showering the entire middle row of the classroom, including the shocked teacher.
I prayed for the cum to stop flowing but it flowed like a fire hose.
When it finally died down the floor of most of the classroom had a layer of hot, thick cum.
For just a moment there was only stunned silence.

I'm the first to break the silence by clearing my throat. "Um, Amy, dear... do you need some help?" I wipe the rest of the cum from my face and survey the damage. Nearly every student is liberally splattered with your thick seed, some of them trying to wipe it off, most of them still too stunned to react. The middle row got it worst: the students are completely unrecognizable under a layer of cum at least an inch thick covering each of their bodies. They look like cum monsters, summoned by your impossible load. And then there's you, red-face and breathing heavily with a semi-flaccid beast of a cock and enormous balls that look like they're bigger than the rest of you combined.
I approach your desk, squelching with every step and keenly noticing the cum that's slipped under my sweater and into my cleavage. "You should take the day off a go see a doctor" I say softly.
"As for the rest of the class..." I call out, turning around to address the other students. "I really can't keep you here in this... condition. You're free for the rest of the hour!" That immediately brings the class out of its stupor, and with lightning speed they pack up and rush out the door, albeit not without some curious stares at you and the devastation in the room.

As my cock slowly lowers to the ground, the teacher approaches.
I nod, my face still deeply red when you say I should see the nurse, and I apologize for what happened, mortified.
"Ms Jennings, the... the growth is just getting worse. I can't even run anymore, these things are so heavy!" I say, prodding one of lumps containing a testicle in my dress.
"They fill so fast now and I might still get bigger too," I say looking up at the curvy teacher.
"Sorry about your dress Ms Jennings, do you want to stop to clean it up?"
I say suddenly thinking how many items of clothing i had just ruined.
"I should go shower in the locker room anyway."

"B-Bigger?" I say weakly. How could you grow even bigger than this? Your cock is nearly as big as some of the students here, and your nuts hold enough spunk to cover every surface of the classroom! I can't help imagining you helpless atop a building sized dick, balls churning endlessly as they produce literal oceans of cum...
I shake my head, blushing slightly and with my hard nipples obviously poking through my sweater. "Okay, let's go to the nurse, honey. She should have a shower in her office. I could use one too, I think..." I take your hand and lead you outside toward the infirmary.
"Amy, do you think there's anyway you can keep from making a mess during class? Would emptying yourself out beforehand help?" I suggest as we walk. My huge ass jiggles with every step, just inches from your monstrous bulge.


I stare, hypnotized by the huge ass swaying before me. Just weeks ago I would never have taken notice of something like that but everything is different now.
My cock swings heavily below, shielded, only barely by my long dress as my panties had been ruined. I looked behind me to see my cock had been dripping as I walked down the hall, leaving a trail of cum from the covered classroom.
"I... I could try," I say, a little lost. "It... it seems to just have a mind of its own Miss Jennings, I'm not even sure I know how to do that."
We enter the medical room at school, a small changing room with a shower connected to the reception as she sent me in before checking in with the nurse.
I thought about how nice she has been to me since this started. Many of the kids and adults just stare, and I can always hear whispers when I walk through the halls.
I got to the shower and stripped down before turning the water on. Hot water felt incredible on my balls as I did my best to wash them. Their size was difficult to manage, and I still wasn't used to it. I rubbed soap down my shaft as water ran down it. As hard as it has been to deal with, I love how it feels, I just wish I could control it...
There's a knock at the shower stall entrance before I see Miss Jennings' hand open it only a few inches.

I slip in through the open door, followed by Nurse Laura herself. She's in her mid-30s and built somewhat like me, but taller, leaner, fitter, and blonde. Her lower body is slim compared to mine, but her breasts are noticeably bigger, easily obscuring her entire torso. She's wearing her nurse's uniform, which is a bit tight on her, I have to say. "Good news, Amy," I smile, oblivious to any embarrassment we might cause. "Nurse Laura and I are going to properly empty you out, so you can control your condition a little better and pay attention to your next classes."
"Yes, I'm sorry Amy - I don't know why we didn't think to show you earlier. With the 'incident' you just went through, it seems like you need to know," says the nurse as she begins to strip down. I follow her lead, slipping off my sweater and jeans and placing them outside the door. "It's best if we leave our clothes outside for this... it can get *quite* messy. But I guess you know that," the busty nurse chuckles as she drops her lacy bra outside.

I'm caught off guard as the two women enter the shower, feeling very exposed. The discomfort lasts until I watch the two women disrobe before me.
"What are you going to do?" I ask confused as they stroll towards me. Huge mounds of tit flesh jiggle on each of them as they enter the warm water. My cock twitches as I watch them, a barrage of perverted thoughts raging through me that I hardly understand.
I feel the tip of my cock touch the tile below me as I realize it is hardening slowly. The veins along the surface of my balls seem to pulse as I feel them churn and fill as I become aroused.
I get close to the two women, wanting to feel them, but not understanding my own feelings as my cock slowly hardens.

I still have quite a bit of cum on my face and arms, so I start washing it off as the nurse soaps up her hands, and the rest of her body. Her breasts flop down onto her chest with a loud SLAP when she finishes with them. "I'm going to REALLY empty your testicles - oh, your balls, dear - so you can attend your classes. That way you won't have to go home early, okay?" she says as she kneels down next to your hardening cock. "My goodness, it IS a lot bigger than what I heard..." She begins running her soapy hands along your now fully hard shaft, marveling at its size and the volume of precum it's spewing out.
Meanwhile, I've finished cleaning myself off and I stand just behind you, my soapy tits nearly enveloping your head. I hold onto you with my tits to make sure you don't lose your footing in the throes of orgasm, which I can tell is coming up soon. At the same time I use my free hands to massage your balls, getting them to fill faster and faster so you can be fully drained "Just tell me to stop if you don't want me to do something,okay?" I explain as I watch her work. Her skills are impressive - she expertly changes the length and speed of her stroking in reaction to your moans and movements. It occurs to me that you might not be able to hear me through the mass of titflesh covering your ears. Oh well, I'm sure you get the idea.

I let out a whimper as the nurse sets to work on my cock.
"Don't be sorry Miss Laura, it... it gets in the way but it feels really good." I watch, fascinated as the busty nurse works diligently. The pleasure is intense, I had no idea it could feel so good.
When Ms. Jennings' tits come to rest on my shoulders, I’m surrounded by titflesh. Her soft curves press into me from behind. I’m in heaven.
My balls grow fuller with each passing moment as the nurse's long graceful fingers make slow, steady strokes along the bulging shaft. I can feel each of my testicles swell as I take in the moment, hot water coursing over the three of us. I reached up tentatively to squeeze Ms. Jennings’ tits, finding her large nipples and playing with them.
I tilt my head back to look at her. "You have really soft boobies Ms. Jennings, they feel really nice," I smile.
Pressure grows constantly inside, and my balls feel heavy, even heavier than earlier. They swell visibly as my soapy cock is stroked. I let out a girly moan as I watch. The nurse’s tits are different, firmer, so beautifully round. I thrust my cock a bit into her hands as she works to increase the pleasure, but also to get my cock closer to her chest. I want nothing more than to feel her breasts around my cock.
She smiled as I let out another moan and feel cum building up. "I'm... I think I'm going to cum soon."

I giggle as you play with my tits. It feels nice - they've always been *very* sensitive. "Thank you, Amy. And I'm glad to help you unload whenever I'm able," I smile.
Meanwhile, Nurse Laura seems to be changing her technique, now that your explosion is imminent. She's rubbing your enormous balls now and then as they swell and churn. "Well, I hope you are ready, Amy," she says, not slowing down even slightly. She smirks and leans forward, wrapping her own massive, firm tits around your shaft and sliding them back and forth. She's careful to aim your cum slit behind herself, though - your precum is already gushing out harder than a garden hose. Being hit by your cum blasts point blank could be legitimately dangerous.
"The drains in this room are built to deal with extreme volumes, so just let eeeeverything out, okay? Cum for me, Amy," she invites in a sultry growl. I furrow my brow at this sudden change of demeanor; could she possibly have an ulterior motive for stroking you off in the shower?

The massaging of my balls only seems to make them swell faster, once watermelon sized they seem to be bigger by half.
I am utterly lost in pleasure as the massive tits slide up and down my shaft. I can feel the steady stream of precum pumping from me as it pours from the swollen tip over her shoulder and runs down the nurse's backside.
I let out an uncontrollable shudder and moan as I feel the massive quantity of cum start to build. I grasp one of the soft tits near me and turn my head to suckle on Ms. Jennings nipple.
I think about them being willing to help and I find myself wishing I could experience this feeling over and over. I'm drunk on lust as I finally feel it.
I struggle to find words as the cum signals it's imminent release "Mmm Miss... Miss it's... I'm going to-" I pant as my face turns red. My enormous shaft visibly bulges, first at the base, then in the already distended midshaft as cum rockets from my over filled balls with an intensity that made my earlier explosion pale in comparison.
My eyes flutter as I feel it get to the tip.
I scream in ecstasy as a fire hose torrent of cum begins to spew from me. I reach back and grasp Ms. Jennings’ soft ass flesh behind me to support myself.
My balls continuously contract, picking up intensity as the blasts of cum only become more powerful.


I gasp as you clutch my ass and shoot off geysers of cum big enough to actually rival a firehose... and growing. The nurse looks even more shocked, her eyes wide and entire body rocking from the force of your bucking cum cannon. You're actually lifting her off the ground with each shot, and it's all she can do to hold on for dear life. I doubt the nurse expected nearly this much when she said the shower drains were big enough to handle you - I certainly didn't, even after the absolute explosion of cum only a few minutes ago in the classroom. Just how much did your puberty change you?
It's only 20 seconds or so before the entire floor of the spacious shower room is covered in glue-thick spunk, and your shots are still growing in intensity, not even reaching their crescendo. I feel you fall against me, and quickly pull you up by your midsection. All you can do now is moan and cum, your head lolling against my boobs as your entire body goes slack.

My cock continues to gush thick hot cum as I begin to faint from the sheer pleasure. I feel lightheaded as Ms. Jennings supports me. I can hardly believe my eyes as the busty nurse is tossed about by my cock, as with each epic spurt my cock jumps, cum sprays into the shower walls and splatters everywhere, hot water from the shower now complemented by the thick cum.
Finally the jets of cum die down as I barely cling to consciousness. Not before a miscalculation on Nurse Laura’s part causes her to catch one of my final spurts directly in the upper chest, pooling in her cleavage and splattering her chin and mouth.
As the last of the cum leaves my balls I feel exhausted. I can feel Ms. Jennings' immense, soft tits as she cradles me against her.
"Thank you," I say quietly to both of the women.



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It's morning, and I'm carrying a bin of clean clothes down the hall, wearing a loose blouse that does little to hide my beach ball-sized tits and a tight pair of jeans over my monstrous, round, jiggly ass. As I pass your room, I hear loud gurgling along with moans of pleasure. I'm used to hearing the latter by now, especially since we had a penis milking system installed in your room, but the former is troubling. I knock on your door. "Amy? Is everything okay in there? Is the pump not working again?" I call past the door. The pump is attached to your wall, and leads to an enormous pipe that flows out to sea. It's the only way we could think of to deal with your unbelievable cum production. After a moment with no response, I slowly open the door...


I wake up feeling now familiar painful pressure, and a new one. I can tell my balls are incredibly, painfully full, but to my surprise, my eyes flutter open to find my oversized tee shirt bulged out. A pair of yoga ball sized breasts strain the undersized shirt.
"Oh my god!" I look down as I give them a poke. They feel... full? And they seem to be swelling visibly. I sit up and survey my balls. They are monstrously full as I see them, and my cock is twitching, they are so big I struggle to get out of the bed, hanging to my shins and feeling bigger than they ever had. My cock begins to come to life as I shuffle toward the milking station on the wall across from my bed. As my cock extends in front of me rapidly I can feel my balls, and my chest, swelling fast. "Oh no, oh no, oh no..." I mutter as I waddle to the wall. Before I get there I can feel my balls begin to graze the floor as I struggle to walk.
Stitches pop in my overtaxed shirt as I labour toward the station. I aim my cock for the opening and insert it. As the massager begins to work my cock my balls swell faster. I moan and squirm as I struggle to deal with the many increasing pressures. As I look down, I notice a pair of wet spots in my shirt.


I drop my bin, mouth slack when I see your condition. First of all, I've never seen your balls this big - not even after a full night of restraint, and you've clearly had at least a couple wet dreams during the night, judging by the state of your room. Second, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but your hips and butt have grown massively overnight, nearly rivaling my own on your otherwise petite 11-year-old body. And your breasts are big enough to easily be seen from behind, each apparently the size of my own and growing.
"A-Amy?! What's going on?" I blurt out as I rush over to you. I can hear the pump working on your shaft, but it's joined by a worrying ripping sound. When I reach your side, the rapidly growing wet spots on your almost comically large tits are the icing on this very milky cake.


There's too much going on for me to keep track of, the wash of pleasure over me from the milking unit does only so much to offset the pain in my chest. The constant growth of my balls is unsettling in its pace, each one now the size of a beach ball as they fill with more and more cum.
Of course my vision of said balls was being obscured, my tits were blowing up like balloons as my shirt struggled to remain in one piece. Stitches pop and fabric stretches taut as they only grow further.
I see mom at the entrance to the door and plead. "Mommy! I need help, I need help!" I say as my tee shirt designed for octuplet mothers gives way, a rip at the neck shot down below my expanding tits in an instant, freeing them. My nipples begin to drip onto the floor as I feel them fill uncomfortably. Tears well in my eyes as the pressure in my tits and my balls becomes painful, my balls, now resting on the floor behind me, only produce more and more cum. I felt them start to press against my ass as they reach the same height as my hips and only then do I realize my ass is much further away than it had been.
"Help mom!" I beg.


I gasp as your shirt finally gives way and your enormous tits spill out onto your skinny, girlish body... Well, girlish from the waist up, at least. You're starting to look like a pile of huge, ultra sensitive spheres of flesh, leaving a constant trail of juices behind you. 
"I-I'll try, honey!" I reassure you as I press up against your back, reach around and grab your grossly engorged tits. I'm not sure what I'm doing, but the slightest touch seems to turn the stream of milk into a spray, splattering against your bedroom wall. My own breasts nearly envelop your head. "Go ahead and cum, sweetie, I know you have *so* much to let out," I say urgently into your ear. I'm worried whether the pipes will be able to handle your clearly much larger load, but now isn't the time for caution.


I am in a state of panic as mom comes to try and help, I feel like an inflating balloon all over, with too much going on to keep track of. The machine massaging my cock is taking me ever closer to orgasm as I feel my balls fill and fill more.
As mom prods my tits I feel at least a small measure of relief as jets of... milk? Shoot from them. I let out a moan of satisfaction as it happens, mom's own huge breasts hugging my head.
"Don't stop mom," I beg as my breast's small measure of relief fade quickly.
I grab at my protruding nipple in an attempt to make them spew but have little success as they grow larger by the second.
My balls are titanic by now, they are immensely painful as I finally begin to feel the imminent orgasm build.
Within moments it’s upon me. A river of cum explodes from the tip of my cock, incredibly thick and with so much pressure behind it, the pipe is unable to deal for long, within four or five tremendous blasts of cum the pipe begins to back up, the thick liquid far too much for it to handle.
As the pipe backfills suddenly I felt hot cum all around my cock for a moment before it begins spilling out against the base of my shaft. As the orgasm fades I notice that not only do I not feel relieved, my balls look exactly the same size as they had before. The massager works hard on my now extra sensitive member as I feel my tits begin to spray milk wildly.
This time, when the orgasm comes, I feel something... something big, I can hardly believe it feels so much bigger than the orgasm at the nurses's office and yet it does. I grab onto mom's tits just for anything to support me as I can only guess what must be hundreds of gallons of cum begins to rush towards the tip of my otherworldly cock.


I rub and knead your inflating breasts as best I can, but it seems like they're producing milk faster than I can coax it out, even when you grab your own nipples to help. I, of course, am completely soaked at this point from the backsplash, and so I quickly slip my clothes off and throw them aside. Suddenly and without warning, I feel your entire body pulse as you begin shooting out unbelievable amounts of spunk into the pipe, with most of it splashing back out onto the two of us due to the sheer volume. But just as quickly, your orgasm stops. Worried, still kneading your breasts (albeit with some difficulty due to how big they are), I feel one of your balls and notice it feels just as full and taut as before - if not moreso.
"A-Amy, try to let it out as slowly as possible, okay honey?" I say frantically, but I doubt it's any use. Your cock and balls are forces of nature now, completely beyond your control. As you grab onto my boob and cry out, I brace myself for your biggest load yet...
And with the first shot of cum, both of us are immediately thrown back several feet, landing in the quickly growing puddle in your room.
"OOF!" SPLAT.
You continue to cry out as your cock fires a constant, solid pillar of incredibly thick cum straight up to hit the ceiling, which cracks from the force of your ejaculation. Your milky tits are firing off incredibly hard as well - I thought they were really gushing just a minute ago, but now they're spraying gallons of your cream all over your room! The fall knocked the wind out of me, but I get up when I notice you've already covered your bedroom floor and the surface level is starting to rise. As I slosh over to open the door, the stream of cum falters momentarily, and I realize you're just beginning your second shot.


I fall hard with the new weight high on my small frame. The waves of pleasure come too fast for me to take much notice though as my cock fires cum like a water cannon. I fight to try and sit up as I feel the lake of cum and milk rise on the floor around me.
My tits burn with pressure as they each spray a continuous stream of sweet smelling milk several feet into the air above me. I grab them and squeeze them together in an effort to make them drain faster, and the milk sprays harder until the streams nearly hit the cracked and cum spattered ceiling above me.
I can feel my balls tense as another orgasm begins to well. I fight to sit up to no avail as they contract powerfully. My cock arcs up and over my head, the tip now pointing at the wall beside my head. I have no time to adjust as I feel the enormous volume of cum make its way down the length of my titanic cock.
As the cum rushes for exit, my shaft bulges painfully from the incredible pressure. It seems to nearly double in girth as the thick cum races out of my balls. I let out a primal scream, wincing as it unleashes from my cock just as I hear mom swing the door open.
The burst of cum slams into the wall, splattering all over the room as my shaft bucks, when the next wave of cum blasts out, I can hear shattering glass as it instantly blows out my bedroom window. Dozens upon dozens of gallons of cum spray like a firehouse from my second floor window, covering the roof below and clogging the eaves.
My eyes water and my hips buck as contraction after contraction of my balls has me swimming in a mix of pain and pleasure. The fire hose deluge of hot cum sprays in new directions with every spurt as my cock thrashes around from the incredible pressure. My tits pump milk out even faster now as the mixture flows from my now open bedroom door, cascading down the staircase towards the front door.
"Mommyyyyy!" I scream as the orgasm lasts for what seems like an eternity, as she crouches safely near my feet, away from the spraying mess.
She comforts me as finally, hundreds of gallons later the worst seems over. My cock twitches as it sends out the last remaining spurts of gooey, sweet, musky cum. I'm left teary-eyed, laying in a six inch deep layer of milk and cum as I pant madly, trying to process what has just happened.
My balls have shrunk to a more manageable size now that they finally seem emptied. My tits, still swollen and painful, have stopped their creamy spraying and now just leak, a stream running from either huge nipple down to either side of me.
I finally manage to sit up, and survey the carnage. The drywall on my roof and my wall are badly damaged, both coated in an inch thick layer of goo. My window is completely missing as my cum soaked curtains flap in the breeze.
My balls appear to have shrunk to nearly watermelon size again, though they will not stay that size for long I think to myself.
My shaft, now flaccid lays before me in the warm white soup, extending beyond my feet as it slowly shrinks. I squeeze my nipples more to try and get the last of the milk out, and though they slow to a trickle, I cannot make them stop.
I stand up looking into mom's shocked face, her naked body splattered with my fluids.
"W...What are we going to do?" I ask on the verge of tears.


I watch in shock as finally, after nearly ten minutes of an explosion of white goop that put fire hoses to shame, the last few multi-gallon wads lazily fire out of your inhuman cock and splatter into the semen lake around us. I stopped noticing the smell of jizz minutes ago, the aroma filling my head and absolutely saturating the house. In fact, I think as I shakily look out the window frame at the stream of white that flows into the gutter, the whole neighborhood won't come away unscathed from this one.
When you finally seem done, I cautiously slosh over to you and kneel down. "How... How do you feel, honey?" I ask, nervously noting that your breasts are still swollen and leaking despite shooting out dozens of gallons of milk. I'd help you drain them, but I don't know if that'd set off another cum storm. "Just... try not to touch yourself for now, Amy." By now the surface level in the room has lowered to 3 inches or so, and I head downstairs.
But instead of the ground floor, at the bottom of the stairs I find an ocean of white that must be 3 feet deep - and judging by the layers of spunk dripping from the walls, was at least 5 at one point. Thankfully the mess is flooding out the front door at a good rate. I try to ignore the neighbors as they come out of their houses to gawk, and wait for the ground floor to clear out.


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Everyone whispers about you now. Wherever you go around campus, everyone either stares unabashed or very conspicuously tries not to stare at your absurdly bulging body. Most people assume you're stuffing your shirt with pillows, trying to get attention or maybe an excuse to miss school. The fact that you often have to leave in the middle of class doesn't help that last rumor - it seems like nearly every period I see you anxiously raise your hand and ask to see the nurse. The teachers must have been informed of your condition because they always let you go, much to the bewilderment of the other students.
Of all the kids on campus, only I know the truth. One day ago, when you returned after staying home sick for awhile, you pulled me into the bathroom and tearfully showed me the results of your intense growth spurt. As you revealed your cock that needed to be strapped to your leg to avoid touching the floor, along with your breasts closing in on beach balls for size, I could hardly believe what I was seeing. If it had been anyone else, in fact, I would've been sure it was fake, but I know you'd never lie to me, especially about that.
It's Wednesday in Mr. Henson's history class, and I can tell from your body language you need a break. You're biting your lip, slightly flushed, shifting in your seat like you have to pee. You have to sit in the back of the room these days - partly to avoid distracting the other students, but mostly because you're enormous, jiggling butt is far too big for the normal student desks. Your boobs would also be in the way, covering any papers on your desk unless you were too far away to reach, so you're given a mini portable desk surface to lay on top of them. Sure enough, as I watch you you raise your hand sheepishly and quietly ask to go to the nurse. Mr. Henson always looks a little freaked out by you, but he obliges, and you awkwardly throw your things together and stumble out the door. I tell him I'm going to escort you, and before he can respond I'm out the door and by your side.

"...So don't worry, it was a dumb episode anyway. You didn't miss much," I smirk, which turns into a genuine smile as your expression softens. You really need some help taking your mind off things right now. But our conversation is cut off as we reach a door with a large red cross on it, above a plaque that reads "Nurse Laura." "So, I guess we're here. D'you want some privacy, or...?" Even as your best friend, you've always been too self-conscious in the past to let me see what goes on in there (which, of course, I understand). Before you can respond, though, the door is pulled open by the nurse herself, greeting us with a friendly but professional smile.
"Hello again, Amy. And thanks again, Amy, it's nice of you to spend so much time helping your friend out. Well then..."

I glance nervously at Amy. As the nurse puts her arm around me to escort me in, my hand closes on Amy's. I like to think I didn't mean to, that it was just some involuntary response, but in truth... I did want her here. As big as I’ve gotten, she still never made me feel like a freak.
"Feeling full already?" the nurse asked in her usual chipper tone. I nodded. "You were here half an hour ago, too. Seems you fill up faster every day!" she said nonchalantly. This would be a shocking moment to some, but with her, it had become mere routine.
I waddled into the office. My balls were throbbing steadily, and their weight made it awkward to walk.
I glanced at Amy. She seemed apprehensive, like she shouldn't be here, but I shot her a sincere smile. "It's okay," I said. "You… you're my best friend, and you should be able to see me," I reasoned.
The nurse prepared the machine the school had purchased to milk me, an old piece of dairy farming equipment. It felt rather dehumanizing the first few times, but I'd come to enjoy it. I pulled my shirt over my breasts and Amy helped unclasp my bra. My heavy, and very full tits fell free, easily visible half moons on either side of me from Amy's perspective. My nipples were erect, nearly an inch an a half long each, a slow, steady drip beginning to run down each breast. My areolas were large and pale pink, the flesh of each of my tits filled with a network of blue veins, prominently displaying just how full I was.
I bent over to pull down my pants, forgetting for a moment Amy was directly behind me as the soft globes pressed into her. "S...Sorry," I squeaked. Every day meant trying to adjust to my expanding dimensions, and every day I got it wrong. I slipped my panties down and when I reached the strap holding my cock in place, I unbuckled it, the tip hitting the ground with a heavy, wet slap. I couldn't fit the horse condoms any more; the last time I used one it exploded everywhere anyway. The nurse had said earlier today they were expecting something new to arrive to help manage my substantial messes.
The nurse applied vaseline to my nipples, turned the machine on, and captured my leaking nipples with their own suction device. I let out a long moan of relief, and glanced at Amy. She looked fascinated.
As I looked at her and felt the suction doing its magic, I bit my lip, and my cock jumped, rising from the floor with a surge and slapping down into the small puddle of pre-cum it had been resting in, before I felt it slowly beginning to harden.
My face reddened a bit, but... I couldn't look away from her. I wanted to see just how she would react to me.

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After I finished draining my balls I dressed, and we exited the nurse's office. At the door we parted ways, I looked back as she walked away, and smiled.
The next few hours were uneventful, English class dragged on, but my body was behaving, so it was a good day really.
Later in the afternoon, at last period, my history class had a study block in the library. Aside from my own class, the library mostly contained high school kids. I began to feel bloated again as the weight in my body returned with a vengeance. I patrolled the stacks trying to put it out of my mind.
My cock was misbehaving in my panties. Today was different than most. Over the last couple days I'd learned to control it a least a bit, but it felt different, like I was on a hair trigger today. I breathed deep, my cheeks flushed and focused on keeping my endowment soft and under wraps.


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I shuffle idly among the shelves of books, bored out of my skull as I search for the right one to check out for my English class. It might go faster if I could remember the name... but I've got the rest of the period to kill, anyway. Some high pitched chatter behind me catches my attention, and as I turn around I notice a class of middle schoolers has invaded. I scowl at nobody in particular - why do they have to mix those annoying little shits with the upperclassmen? I brace myself for an hour of annoying, squeaky voices, but out of the corner of my eye I see a very distinctive figure sitting quietly alone at a table: you. Amy. A little kid from grade school... and the only girl in the school with bigger tits than mine. Your mere presence would piss me off, if not for the other *unique* aspect of your anatomy. Looks like I've found something to do after all.
I stroll nonchalantly over to a shelf in front of you, trying to look like I haven't noticed you. I have to hide my excitement as I shimmy back and forth, trying to get your attention with my fat ass and boobs that are visible from the back. You've only been here a few months, but supposedly you've got the biggest cock anyone's ever seen. I haven't seen it myself, but I'm very, VERY curious. Smirking confidently, I slowly bend down to the bottom row of books, pushing my ass straight at you and letting a tiny bit of thong peek out under my short skirt.


I wander through the bookshelves, lost in my own thoughts, tracing my finger along the spines of books as I try to gain control of my body. I had good days and bad days when it came to libido and self control and today was definitely the latter.
I thought about pants... It was silly, but I missed them. I haven't worn pants in a couple weeks now, the only way I can attempt to conceal my endowment is in skirts. I wondered how people would react if I arrived at school in yoga pants. All the girls my age got to wear them but me.
I thought about the nurse's office earlier and how much I'd come to love that time, how it was helping me keep my body under control.
My thoughts came to an abrupt end when I collided with someone. Someone soft. I blinked as I came to my senses and saw them, two generously proportioned ass cheeks had softened the blow, tight pants hugged the generous curves, and the waistband rode down to reveal a pink thong. I recognized Cindi immediately, not that I'd ever so much as spoken to her, she was a senior after all, but her body was hard to avoid staring at. She was bending over to get a book, as she grabbed it and stood up, slowly turning, as I stared at the fat curves of her ass, and her tits, the only pair in school that could compare to mine.
I stared up at her. She was probably almost a foot taller than me, soft lips and beautiful eyes that had an amused glint to them. My face went red as my cock twitched uncontrollably. "I'm sorry Cindi... I mean, you're Cindi right?" I fumbled, thinking she'd think I was odd for knowing her name already. "I wasn't thinking, a bit spaced out today, I didn't mean to run into your... I mean you," I said feeling more embarrassed as my cock throbbed a little bit, I tried desperately to control it, still concealed in my panties, for now.
I could feel my balls begin to ache a bit as I fought my impulses. They were filling quickly, and my tits were beginning to follow suit. I squirmed a little in place.


A predatory grin crosses my face, and I have to hold back a giggle at your awkwardness. I cross my arms under my boobs, thwarting your obvious attempts to avoid staring at my body as they jiggle just under your eye level.
"Don't worry about it. I know I can take up a lot of space." I slap my ass lightly for emphasis. "I am curious how you know me, though. What about me could *possibly* draw your attention?" While you're averting your eyes, I take a quick glance behind you to see if there's anyone within eyesight. We're in a fairly remote part of the library, so it looks like we're alone. Perfect. I subtly bring my knee forward until it presses against that suspicious bulge in your skirt. I know I'm on the right track when I feel it immediately start to swell.


"I don't know you, I'm...I've just seen you around" I say, trying to look away to avoid making a fool of myself. As I look away I feel your leg graze my already trembling girlcock. Before I can even look back I know the inevitable is coming as blood surges towards it. The bulge in my skirt jumps immediately as I put my hands over it. "No no no," I say exasperated as I try to conceal myself, my face red, tits painfully engorged, and my panties beginning to emit the unmistakable sound of straining fabric. "What are you doing?" I say horrified as I see you looming over me, trapping me against the bookshelf, your tits hovering near my face.
I hold the hem of my dress down, trying in vain to hold the erection at bay as seams in my panties pop one after another, the bulge only getting larger as my body has lost all control. My balls begin to churn and throb as they fill rapidly, more rapidly than I can ever recall. With a violent snap my stretched panties give way, and my cock shows itself beneath my skirt as it pulses harder and harder with each second. Precum drips to the floor steadily as I hold my dress down, my cock beginning to rise more with every heartbeat. "Please don't look at me," I plead, my face a mask of embarrassment. The shaft's network of veins grow with each pulse as it extends well beyond my dress, climbing relentlessly despite my efforts to hold it. It's far too thick, too powerful, too hard to contain as my arms give way and it springs upwards, catapulting drops of precum into the underside of Cindy's tits.
I back against the bookshelf staring up at her, her face is a mask of sadistic joy and arousal as she sees my cock. Already 3' long, it worms its way up, through my cleavage, until it sits at eye level, beginning to graze Cindy's fat breasts, spewing a constant river of lubrication as it marches higher. In only a matter of moments it’s at its full potential.
I can't leave like this, I can't escape.
I have no options.
The fat pulsing head of my cock presses against her tits, staring her in the face. My tits begin to leak as my bra begs for mercy and I scramble to undo the clasp, bras this big are not easy nor cheap to find.


I lick my lips as i watch your cock rise higher and higher. I knew it was big, but I didn't imagine anything close to *this*! Wetness trickles between my thighs as it reaches my eye level - the head is damn near the size of *my own* head. I'm so mesmerized I barely notice when you unhook your bra, releasing those huge, milky tits I envy so much. I press against you - and it - slightly more, trapping you in place and beginning to engulf the shaft in tit flesh before giving the sensitive underside of the throbbing head a long, slow lick. Your precum tastes heavenly, salty and musky.
"Oh, you must be aaalllll pent up, little girl. Why have you been keeping this from me?” I have to look around your wall of cock meat to look you in the eyes, smiling devilishly at the combination of nervousness, desperation and arousal on your face.


I tremble as I feel her tongue glide up my cock. My balls ache painfully and I let out a whimper from the undeniable arousal. The tip of my cock is leaking, and I feel my body giving in. I grasp at my chest as I feel my udders swelling. "I... I shouldn't... Not here!" I protest as I squirm and feel her body press into mine, her tits sandwiching my shaft. I collapse to my knees as they grow weak. "Please... Fuck me." I beg, my whole body overcome as my cock already pulses with an incredible urge to cum. As I collapse my cock glides down from the valley of tit flesh leaving a dark stain down Cindy's shirt as it comes to a rest at the waist of her jeans.
I reach out and hug my cock between my tits as I feel my balls throb, a mixture of pain and an indescribably powerful urge to cum washing through my body as I pull my shirt down over my tits, exposing my nipples as I begin milking myself.


I giggle at your enthusiasm. You sure change your mind quick! "Well, if you insist."
I quickly strip off my own clothes, my impressive tits smacking down on my chest when they're released from my tight crop top. I'm a bit surprised to find you milking yourself enthusiastically, squirting your creamy nectar all over the books across from you. Did your tits really grow that much bigger just since I've been talking to you? I'm too horny to be jealous, though, and I turn around again, leaving my fat, round ass right in front of your face. Looking over my shoulder with a smirk, I lower myself ever so slowly onto that leaking pillar of cock meat.
"Nnngh... Fuck, why are you so thick?" My pussy is stretched farther than it's ever been around your oversized cock head, the slight pain only enhancing the mouth-watering pleasure of being filled to capacity. I've taken more than my share of cocks in my school career, but none of them has been even half as thick as the monster jutting up from your crotch. @h@As I squat down, inch after inch impales me and the twin globes of my meaty ass descend slowly right in front of your face. I grunt and moan as I struggle to fit the entire beast inside my strained cunt, but with a satisfied squeal I finally bottom out onto you, your cock creating an obscene bulge in my stomach as it already begins to inflate me with precum.


"Wait, what are you..." My words trail off as I feel Cindy's pussy struggling to envelope the massive head of my cock. I watch with awe as somehow she manage to squeeze me into her as shockwaves of pleasure run through my body. It has been so long since I was actually 'inside' someone, I didn't know if I would ever be able to again. I watch as her big, juicy ass descended down the glistening rod of veiny flesh I could feel her pussy, stretched to its absolute limit struggle to work its way further, the soft pink lips gripping my shaft hard. I could feel my cock jerk and surge as she somehow took more and more in, the tip now 20" deep in you leaking precum like a faucet. My balls swelled even further as the sensations overwhelmed my body, and I worked on my tits steadily to try and relieve the pressure inside them.
As she took more in I could actually feel my cock beginning to press against the inside of her abdomen, I wished I could see it, as she worked further and further down before finally reaching the base of my giant organ. I was in utter ecstasy and slave to my cock's desires as she began to bounce up and down on me, my cock leaking only further as her stomach began to swell from the already tremendous volume inside.
She rode me as I felt her massive ass cushion her each time she bottomed out again. I couldn't watch any longer as my hands released my tits, bouncing free, yet still continuing to leak streams of warm milk as I grabbed her hips. My cock was harder than I can remember it ever being, the massive iron-hard pole was painfully erect, the only sign of softness were the large, pulsing veins running its length.
I applied a bit of pressure and the girl toppled to her hands and knees. I began thrusting, harder and harder with each successive push as I drew my cock further back each time, 36" of cock was running in and out of her as I bottomed out each thrust, my balls, swollen to a size I'd never seen them before, slapped painfully into her, sending shocks of pleasure with them.
My cock felt like an over-inflated balloon, I couldn't tell but it felt even larger now than It had earlier. Without warning I felt my now watermelon sized balls contract with a violence I'd never felt before. The streams from my nipples became jets of hot milk as my shaft bulged with cum. When it finally erupted from the tip I could actually see her belly inflate from behind. It was spectacular, I let out an unearthly wail of pleasure, not even thinking about the quiet surroundings or potential audience as cum flowed and flowed and flowed…


It feels like a punch to the gut when you unleash your first blast of girl goo into my already overstuffed pussy. I'm pretty sure it actually knocks me forward a couple inches, but I quickly thrust back and moan along with you as I'm overwhelmed by an orgasm of my own. I've always been extremely orgasmic - I can't remember the last time I've cum less than three times during sex - but this one blows all past climaxes out of the water. I gush my orgasm around your cock, although it's hardly noticeable through the splashback of cum that doesn't stay inside me. But even that is just a tiny fraction of the gallons and gallons of hot, thick spunk rapidly inflating me between the shelves of books. In less than a minute, my swollen belly wedges me between you and the shelf across from us, and it starts to creak ominously as it's pushed back.
Somehow, the tiny portion of my brain that isn't totally overwhelmed with pleasure notices an audience to our little play session. First it's only one girl your age, probably coming to check out the strange noises. She gasps, blushing, with a hand over her mouth and an unmistakably aroused expression on her face. Soon another student comes, then another, and another, and soon a gaggle of around 20 schoolgirls are gasping and whispering in shock. They're pushing other aside and craning their necks to get better views of the action, some of them discreetly reaching their hands under their skirts. We're putting on quite a show - 2 minutes in to the most epic load of your life, and you're not showing any signs of slowing down…


I moan and drool a bit as my brain is blanked by the intense pleasure. My cock surges with spurt after powerful spurt of girlcum in an orgasm that outlasts any I've ever had before. Even with the tight seal of Cindy's overstuffed pussy on my cock, a bit of cum splatters to my feet as the telltale aroma fills my nose.
I watch in awe as the poor seniors body inflates before me, her shirt buttons pop as the smooth, taught flesh expands out, further with each spurt, each powerful clenching of my ample, jiggling ass.
Book shelves wobble as her belly touches the narrow passageway on either side as my balls defy all expectation, still sending spurt after spurt into her distended womb. I can't control my mouth as I moan loudly over and over as I cum. A book falls from the shelf above, narrowly missing me as I realize your belly is moving them. I look up and see the audience.
Not one or two, practically the entire library and most of my own class watches on. The faces, a mix of shock, arousal, and curiosity as I realize what I have done. I try to pull out of Cindy's distended pussy, cum still flowing, only to find the head of my cock so swollen I can't remove it. Hands massage pussies in the crowd, phones record the spectacle.
Panic sweeps over me as the shelves groan and threaten to topple, pleasure still overwhelming my ability to even think straight. As I finally feel the flow of cum slowing the shelf to my left topples, falling against the shelves beside it, I watch in embarrassed horror as 5 shelves crash over in a domino effect.
Finally the flow of cum slows to a trickle, my rod is still stuck inside her, her back and hair coated in my breast milk, I am stuck here until my cock softens enough.
I paw for my shirt, trying to conceal my now (somewhat) drained chest. "Please...please don't look!" I protest, a few of the girls in the audience continue masturbating unfazed, phones continue to record. "Please stop!" I beg as tears roll down my red cheeks, the embarrassment is crushing as the cum-ballooned girl stuck to me moans and wails with orgasm still.
I finally feel my cock begin to soften as I hear the familiar heel click of the librarian coming to investigate the carnage.


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Miss Julie gently pushes students aside as she approaches, trying to get a clear view of the scene.
"Alright, just what is happening he- Oh. Oh, my." She blushes and brings her fingers to her lips. This isn't the first time someone had an accident in the library, but it is the first time somoene's been caught with their cock still inside a cum-inflated, pleasure-addled student. She knew you could make some impressive messes, but she never expected your beast of a cock to bring down half the library! Like most of the students watching, she's turned on despite herself, the heady aroma of your spunk casting a haze of lust over everyone present. Stunned for a moment, she then shakes her head and gets her bearings.
"Phones away, everyone, you have assignments to work on!" She pushes down the phone of a nearby student who's recording the spectacle and walks purposefully up to you, splashing through the pooled up cum. "Amy, can you, um... free yourself? Let's go to the nurse, okay?" I squat down and reach a hand out to you, trying to ignore the mindless moans of the bloated senior in front of you. Her belly is easily bigger than a yoga ball, and cum is gushing thickly out of her distended pussy and around your softening cock.


I dry my tears as the busty librarian talks to me. "O...okay," I say, pulling my cock back, meeting some resistance as my swollen cock-head struggles to free itself.
The librarian takes me by the shoulders to give me a hand and with a wet "pop" sound my cock comes free. She trips as I'm freed and I fall backwards into her generously proportioned tits.
Cindy lets out a long, low moan as gallons upon gallons of cum rush out of her distended body, leaving her sore and still trembling from orgasm in a quickly growing pool of cum on the floor.
My softening cock drags on the floor for a moment before shrinking further to a manageable size. I stand up doing my utmost to conceal myself as Ms. Julie helps the cum soaked senior to her feet, before leading me to the nurse.

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Poor Amy... I can't imagine how scary it must be for your body to be that out of control. Especially in high school! Kids can be so cruel. I think back to my own school career and the torment I endured. Even when I was young like you, the other students made fun of me for my huge breasts and butt. My nickname from 7th grade on was "Titty Monster," and I hated it.
As we approach the infirmary door, I look back at the trail of milk and cum you're leaving behind you, frowning. I rap my knuckles quickly on the door and look down at your sniveling face. "Are you okay, dear? You're not in trouble, so don't worry about that. That Stacy..." I sigh. I'm making a mental note to send her to talk to the principal when the door opens, revealing a young blonde woman in a nurse's uniform who's nearly as busty and curvy as me. She's hardly fazed by the duo standing in front of her, but she does raise an eyebrow curiously.
"Hi, Laura. Amy here had another 'accident' in the library. Can we come in?" Nurse Laura steps aside and motions us through, giving you a slight smile. Always a quiet one, that nurse. She's helped you deal with your condition many times before, so I know you're in good hands.


I breathe a sigh of relief as the door shuts behind me. Nurse Laura's office was something of a sanctuary for me, I'd spent a lot of time here, a bag of supplies was kept in a locker just for me, dry clothes, breast pump, even a box of horse condoms.
"Hi Laura," I said, the librarian giving me an odd look, we had been on a first name basis for quite some time now.
"What happened, love?" She said with a concerned smile.
"A senior cornered me in the library," I said, grabbing some Kleenex to clean my dripping cock. "It was bad this time," I said with a sad tone. "I think my whole class saw."
I stripped my skirt and panties off in the room, my cock swinging about as I strolled to the laundry basket and put all my clothes in it. I grabbed the breast pump from the bag and put it on my still dripping nipples, before hopping on the exam table and turning it on.
The librarian clearly looked uncomfortable as she stared at me, the pump draining the remainder of my milk as I sat casually on the table. "It's getting worse, I have less control over it every day," I said with a sad tone as the Nurse walked toward me. It was standard for a checkup after an "incident" took place, as she put on a pair of gloves and hefted my soft cock in her hands.
"It feels a bit funny today," I said, before suddenly beginning to feel aroused all over again…


I'm taken aback by how casual you are about your... current state. It was unavoidable back in the library and on the way here, of course, but I expected you to be shy in front of me, at the very least. You must be more used to having your body on display than I thought. And now that I can get a clear view of you, it's no wonder! Your breasts are noticeably bigger than even mine, concealing your entire torso behind their milky bulk - and that's after they've been relieved of most of their contents. They swing back and forth as you walk to the table, along with a soft cock that's bigger than my arm. The smell of your cum isn't nearly as overpowering as it was in the library, but my mouth is still watering - along with another particular orifice.
If I'm uncomfortable and unsure what to do, Nurse Laura looks completely unfazed by the situation. As I stand awkwardly in a corner she goes to work grabbing and prodding at your body. Apparently this has an effect on you, because I notice you start to flush and breathe more heavily as the massive, soft log hanging nearly to your feet fattens, and lengthens until it kisses the floor, a small but steady stream of sticky pre leaking out of it.
"Oh, honey... Are you going to have another accident?" I approach you tentatively, wanting to help - exactly how, I don't know - when I notice the bulging of your body isn't limited to just your cock. You look as confused as I am as your breasts, hips, thighs... All of you seems to grow thicker and more virile.


My breathing grows heavy and ragged, my cheeks flush as I squirm in my seat. I let out a soft moan. "Laura... I don't feel right," I say as my body grows warm. In a matter of moments my cock begins to harden, but something is different this time. Instead of stiffening, my cock grows larger, semi hard as I watch in disbelief. As I stare at it, the valley of flesh between my tits grows, milk spraying into the breast pump with renewed vigor. I can feel my ass thickening beneath me, my whole body shakes and vibrates. My cock is spewing pre-cum like a faucet as the massive tip presses against the floor leaving a slick, clear pool.
The nurse looks on, eyes wide. Her hand over her mouth. The librarian looks on with morbid fascination... And if I'm not crazy, maybe a tinge of arousal?
My balls are swelling at a speed I've never seen before, my entire body feels out of control as my cock lengthens yet again. Finally, it begins to harden, the whole length jerking up and falling slightly in rhythm with my heart, I squirm in place, overwhelmed by the feeling. "Laura please help!" I squeal as my cock slowly rises. The tip of my enormous organ rises near the Librarian on its way up, and I watch her nostrils flare as it rises past her, pre-cum splattering at her feet.
It rises for what seems like minutes until the whole organ curves up, pointing at the ceiling, impossibly hard, veins like garden hoses pulsing on the mid shaft. I try to guess how big it is, but this is unlike anything I've ever seen. I've had growth spurts, even fast growth spurts, but nothing so dramatic. I don't have to guess, though - Nurse Laura fishes a tailors measuring tape from the drawer, putting a hand on the hot flesh at the cock's base and reaching as high as she could. When that failed she climbed onto the exam table. The tip was nearly at the ceiling in the small room.
"Forty...," she said, stunned as she climbed down. "Forty inches," she said looking over at the librarian. The entire shaft was glistening with pre-cum as it flowed. My balls swelled, and swelled, and the pressure was unbearable. "I'm not... I'm not sure what's happening," I whine, as I feel my body teetering on the knife edge of cumming.


I watch, frozen in place, as the drooling python rises ever so slowly from the floor. My mouth is agape as the bulbous helmet reaches my eye level only inches from my face, looking to me like a hungry predator sizing up its prey. Then it rises and lengthens still.
"Julie, I think it'd be prudent to hide our clothes in the cabinet." The busty nurse's voice brings me out of my stupor as she quickly unbuttons her uniform. After a quick glance at your pained expression and the waterfall of precum falling to the floor in front of you, I scramble to do the same, stripping down to my bra and panties in seconds. Nurse Laura is already completely nude, her ass sticking straight out as she stores her clothes on a lower shelf. She goes to tend to you while I throw my own clothes in, your pained whimpers and the unmistakable churning of your hyper productive nuts growing louder by the second. If what I saw in the library was what you could do before your sudden growth spurt, just how much spunk would you shoot out this time?
Laura tentatively, softly, puts a hand on your throbbing member, trying not to set you off quite yet. Your breasts are shooting out milk almost as fast as the machine can handle, despite the gallons you unloaded onto the bookshelves. I brace myself as the nurse whispers to you.
"It's okay, Amy. Just let eeeeeeverything out..."



My cock trembles and I groan as the pressure in my balls with each passing second. I feel Laura's hand on my cock, the growth seemed to have made it even more sensitive than it had been. I shuddered with her touch, and my cock swelled a little again, gaining another inch as the tip sat 6 inches from the ceiling. My tits were so full, they were filling with milk faster than the little pump could pull it out of me. I reached my arms out and hugged my breasts, forcing more milk out as the milk canister at my feet began to overflow.
My balls were a writhing mass of cum production, they swelled visibly and painfully as I moaned, wishing the pain would end.
The nurses words of encouragement seemed to set something off inside me. She rubbed her hand back and forth a bit as she said it and I felt my whole body shudder.
The librarian had taken a few tentative steps towards me, curiosity getting the better of her. I looked down to see the base of my cock bulge as my balls contracted, the bulge rose to the top in a fraction of a second, nobody had time to react. Cum blasted out of the massive tip of my cock like a fire hose. The ceiling tiles near the tip of my cock were instantly stripped off from the force of the spray. Cum splattered over the entire room with a violence I would have not thought possible as I screamed in ecstasy. Milk shot from my tits so hard the section cups were forced from them, showering the two women in sweet smelling milk.
After the first blast of cum, they kept coming, I panted, out of breath as I was taken for a ride by my orgasm. Tremendous spurts came, one after another, I rocked forward and the tip of my cock swung perilously close to the librarians head as she narrowly missed another high pressure blast, it headed straight for the medicine cabinets, shattering the thin glass on the outside as spurts continued to come for what seemed like minutes. A cramp came over me as the orgasm dragged on and I doubled over, this time, the busty librarian was not so lucky. Fortunately the blasts had lost some intensity, but she took a spray of cum square in her chest, deep into the valley of her cleavage as she was nearly knocked off her feet, only saving herself because she was forced into the wall behind her.
The spurts finally slowed to a dribble as my enormous organ twitched and jerked. My balls had been so emptied they were nearly the size they had been this morning. My cock slowly began to soften, I panted, dazed by the experience, as I squeaked out a little "So sorry..."


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Amy groaned. Ms. Julie had been keeping her company while waiting for her mother, but with every minute that passed, she felt her cock stiffen and grow a few more inches. Already over two feet long, it was peaking out of the top of her shirt (which her precum was soaking). 

Ms. Jennings, watching how badly the poor student was able to keep herself still, came over and reached down her cool, smooth fingers were like fire on Amy's cock, and the little girl groaned in pleasure, cock pulsing and swelling to over two and a half feet in a matter of seconds. A single spurt of thick precum, nearly a cup of milky fluid, rocketed up and caught the shocked teacher in the face and made her splutter.

It was right after that the bell rang and Amy tried to run, waddling out to where her mommy was waiting in the car. The friction of her straining clothes was making her cock grow even larger, two and a half feet long and pressing past her blushing cheek to above her head and showing no signs of stopping.

"Mommy!" She cried out in relief, opening the car door and trying to get in


Rebecca anxiously watched Amy dash across the schoolyard with her stiffening cock in full view. She'd been worried about her daughter's ability to stay soft the whole school day, and it looked like her fears were realized. Every day, every hour it seemed, Amy grew more endowed and less able to control the beast between her legs.

She pressed the unlock button. "Hi, sweetie!" She tried to hide her nerves as she turned toward the back seat, her massive breasts jiggling as she did so. "Get in the car and we'll take care of you when we get home, okay?"


Amy took one look at her mother’s giant breasts swaying and jiggling and knew it wouldn't last.

"Mommy!" She cried out, groaning in pleasure and embarrassment and the front of her shirt finally gave way under her thickening cock, allowing it to swing forward. It was a full 3 feet long now, thick as a 2-liter soda bottle, and it slapped down right between Rebecca's tits just before the dam burst.

Amy could do nothing at all to hold it back, her small body rocking back with each massive spurt of nearly of gallon of cum. The first shot blasted against her mothers chest, filling her bra and shirt and splashing up into her face. The second followed quickly after soaking Rebecca's entire front and make her shirt pop open from the force and weight of the thick, creamy fluid and the third...


As many times as Amy had exploded in front of her, Rebecca could never quite get used to her prodigious load. The smack of the monster on her chest almost made her fall forward, and the geyser of cum knocked the wind out of her. Frantically, she grabbed the bucking member and pushed it downward to try and limit the damage. Each massive spurt was several seconds long, and they just kept coming one after another. The third shot hit the dashboard, ricocheting off and splattering around the car despite its thickness. The fourth shot went into the front seat, creating a puddle of cum below it. Onlookers were beginning to notice the situation, and Rebecca rapidly stroked the massive cock to try and end the eruption sooner. Of course, there'd be many more once they got home.


It was around the seventh spurt that things slowly started dying down and by the 11th that things had slowed to small trickle, only a cup or so of thick cum every few seconds. Amy's vision was finally clearing, and, if she had breath to, she would have giggled. Mommy was completely and utterly soaked from head to toe, with only a small free spot on her face where she had managed to protect herself. Her hair was dripping with cum, her massive tits were exposed to the world as her top hand been practically washed away, and she made a loud 'spat' as she splashed down into the pool of toddler cum that had been the driver's seat.

Passers-by were staring in shock. One man was smiling and rubbing his crotch and looking at his little girl. Several women licked there lips.

"Thanks for taking the edge' off mommy" Amy smiled, climbing into her carseat and buckling in. Her cock hadn't gone down one inch and from Amy's seat in the back it was now hanging over, and resting on, Rebecca's shoulder, head pressing into her cheek, still drooling and twitching


Rebecca wiped some cum off her face and sighed. Her daughter looked so cute and innocent, smiling there in the back seat, but the 3-foot pole resting on her shoulder and the heady scent of the cum covering every surface made it difficult to keep dirty thoughts out of her mind. She pulled the remains of her blouse (she knew to wear cheap ones when interacting with Amy) over her breasts in a somewhat ridiculous attempt to keep her modesty. "You're welcome, sweetie. Now let's go home and get ourselves cleaned up, okay?" She pulled out of the parking lot and drove home.


"Ok, mommy!" Amy replied, content now that the urgent need was gone. Oh, she had much more in store, and a much bigger load ready to release, but she should be able to make it home.. should...

But the vibrations in the car mad her cock slide up and down on mommy's soft, cumslicked cheek, and bounce on her bare shoulder.... and occasionally her mommy reached up to wipe her eyes and brushed her fingers against the sensitive head.

"Uh...Mommy....uh...oh! Hurry!"


Rebecca bit her lip when she heard Amy's needy tone. Usually she'd at least be able to hold herself back for a few minutes after cumming once... but then, she was growing all the time, and her massive, overproductive balls grew with her. "Um, just hold on, okay honey? We're almost home." The increasingly thick stream of precum was more than a little distracting. She stepped on the gas, and soon she'd brought them in front of the house. She quickly got out and opened the door for her daughter, rushing her through the front door and straight to the bathroom. "Okay, go ahead and unload Amy," she said, grabbing the enormous cock and aiming it into the tub.


Amy whimpered in need as she was rushed up inside the house, cock pulsing with restrained need for release. Her balls tightened and swelled up to the size of grapefruit, and then larger, and then larger still. Amy was shivering with strain by the time they got to the bathroom. But all it took was mommies words and soft hands on her shaft, and she was gone.

The load in the car was large, perhaps something close to 10 gallons all said and done. This though, was something else. The first stream of cum was like it came from a firehose, lasting several seconds and pumping more than half as much cum as the entire load she had released in the car, and it went everywhere when it splashed against the back of the tub


Rebecca always liked giving her baby girl so much satisfaction. She smiled at the geyser of cum hit the tub, and didn't even mind when the backsplash re-covered her face in thick spunk. On her knees to get a better grip, she rested her enormous, soft breasts on the spasming shaft and held on to it tight, stroking slightly as she did so. "That's it honey, let it all out..." The thought occurred to her that it wouldn't be long before they'd have to find a larger receptacle for the amazing amount of cum Amy produced every day.


It was her largest load to date, though she tended to break that record every day like clockwork, and, after the initially wild sprays coating the whole bathroom, and mommy, it was easier to aim and control as multi-gallon deposits of cum rushed out of her massive, dangling balls and up her shaft to fill the tub, already dangerously close to full.

It was the way her mother kneeled next to Amy and leaned forward to wrap her pillowy breasts around the still sputtering 3-foot long toddler meat that made Amy shudder with pleasure. The light strokes finally finishing the job and allowing her to soften, slightly. It was never possibly to soften all the way with mommy stroking and caressing her like that.


"Mmmmm..." Rebecca moaned softly as she slowly ran her hands along the shaft. She never got used to these massive loads, but she never got tired of helping you shoot off, either. It was a sign to her of how much you loved her, and she always enjoyed making you feel good. "Feel better, honey? Do you need to go again?"



Amy was torn. She already came and completely filled - nearly overfilled - the tub, and had let out a smaller load just a little while before. She *should* be satisfied for a few hours, at least.

However, mommy was there, large, pillowy breasts slickly gliding over and surrounding Amy's 3-foot long shaft. Rebecca's hands were still caressing where her body and breasts didn't touch, stroking the veiny cock with cum-soaked fingers, and awkwardly fondling the massive, churning balls below. Her face and hair were still dripping as she looked lovingly at her little girl....

Amy was still rock hard and leaking. She usually only came once every few hours. Sometimes, like today, twice in a row after a long day of restraint and stimulation. She hadn't done three times in a while...


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Getting stares in public always made Rebecca both uncomfortable and angry. Couldn't these people mind their own business? Sure, it's not often you see a 11-year-old with a cock nearly as big as the rest of her, drooling precum onto the floor while her balls audibly churn, but it's not like it was affecting them. At least the hospital waiting room was relatively empty, she thought. Doctor Victoria was nice - she'd been Amy's doctor from birth, studying her condition, and never stared or treated her differently. It'd been quite awhile since she'd seen Amy however, and with her recent puberty it seemed a good idea to visit her again. She turned to her daughter. "You doing okay, sweetie? You won't have to hold it in much longer."


They had planned to drain Amy the custom three times before making the long trip to see Doctor Victoria. Unfortunately, they were running late and only got in the first to 'take the edge off'. That was several hours ago. Now, sitting in the waiting room with several people open staring, Amy felt herself throbbing with the need for release. Her cock had grown over the week, so far keeping pace so that it was just about long as she was tall, nearly three and a half feet. Around it was almost as thick as her waist. And there was no hiding it when it was in this state. In fact, it was best to leave her cock totally exposed, even if people did stare, because the friction of any clothes or restraints could set her off just as quickly as anything else.

Her mother's words were comforting, but it didn't stop her cock from drooling another cup of precum. They had just used the last of the 'super duty' condom supply, each able to hold about a gallon of precum safely without much of a mess in public. So now she was starting to make a puddle on the floor.

Eyes closed, Amy tried breathing exercises to stave off the inevitable. The slightest thing could set her off right now...


Those super duty condoms were a great idea - it made going out in public without creating trails of sticky precum wherever they went possible. The only mistake was not ordering more of them. Public spaces really should have drains in the floor for these types of situations, Rebecca thought angrily.

A nearby door opened and an attractive middle aged woman stepped out. She's in her mid-30s and built somewhat like Rebecca, but taller, leaner, fitter, and blonde. Her lower body is slim compared to her, but her breasts are noticeably bigger, easily obscuring her entire torso. She's wearing a doctor's uniform looked tight on her thanks to her pair of breasts that threatened to pop the buttons off her otherwise-conservative coat. "Amy? Rebecca? Come in, I'm ready to see you now," she said, instantly aware of Amy's dangerous condition. her expression turned to shock when I see you, though - that utterly massive bulge in your skirt, and even a huge puddle of precum on the floor under you. I've been told about the result of your growth, of course, but nothing could have prepared Victoria for how big Amy's endowments were now, leaving her completely floored. God, how was a cock that massive even possible? And her churning, throbbing balls alone should have been impossible several times over.. I'm almost afraid of what I'll have to deal with today... but, the fact that she was a major size queen only made her look forward to it.


She could feel a pulse of arousal, normally something a girl as tiny as her shouldn't feel, but her strange anatomy and hormones had pushed her a little more advanced than most, sexually. Her mother was her secret, shameful fantasy, but Doctor Victoria was right there at the top of her list as well.

Amy carefully lurched to her feet, knees trembling. The time in the chairs had been difficult, but she thought she was going to make it... Then she stood up, cock swaying and cum-swollen balls rolling against her thighs. The weight of it through her off and she stumbled into her crouching mother, cock pressing against the woman from her shapely legs, up along her hips, and the head nestling between her massive, pillowy breasts.

"Mom! Doctor Victoria!" Amy gasped, heaving, as a few handfuls of precum shot out to splash against her mother's face from the pressure of pressing up against her. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna..."

Dr. Victoria frowned. "Amy, are you oka-" Oh no. Thinking quickly, the two older women grabbed the enormous cock and pointed it through the doorway. They quickly ushered Amy through as precum shot out of the tip like a hose...


They didn't make it, not quite. The feel of both busty, soft, shapely woman she loved and crushed pressed against her, two sets of breasts pressing into her, made her lose it immediately even as their hands tried to get her under control. One poor little boy younger than her and a woman, likely his mother, seated next to the doorway took the first blast full on and cried out.

While rushing down the hallway, stumbling as multi-second long jets of cum continued to spray, at least one doctor took a full body-length splash of cum, like someone had thrown a full bucket of it on her. And the trail they left behind them was more of a river. By they time the first major orgasm of the day had petered out a minute or so later and they reached the Doctor's office, the three of them were liberally splattered and dripping.

"I'm- I'm sorry," Amy cried, sobbing.




"It's my fault, really," Said Rebecca, crossing her arms under her bust. "I was running late and only had time to drain her once."


Overwhelmed by emotion, and the sweet relief of endorphins after such a large release, Amy took advantage of the moment and gave Doctor Victoria a quick peck, a few drops of cum pressing in-between their lips. Embarrassed, she went back to the hug and tried to wrap her arms around the doctor, basically ending up giving her large breasts a firm squeeze and laying her head in the middle in a small pool of her own cum. He cock pressed sideways between the two of them and stuck out to the side, still very hard and leaking.
Amy had tried to do similar things with her mother before, kiss her, but Rebecca seemed to reluctant to let her daughter do so, like it was wrong somehow. It made her sad.

"Aw, sweetie, it's okay..." Dr. Victoria knelt down to hug the distraught little girl, cum squishing between them as she did so. "I know you can't help it, and it won't be hard to clean up." I say, relieved, as I hug you back. Once inside, I grab a nearby trash can and have you sit down, leaving the can under your drooling cock to keep the mess to a minimum.
"Today I'm going to take some measurements from you, Amy. It's important to know just how much you're growing and keep track of any changes. And afterward, I have something to give you that should make your, um, penis easier to control." I'm a little taken aback at how nonchalantly you talk about your penis, but I suppose there's no way it isn't constantly on your mind. "First I'll need to measure it flaccid - can you take off your skirt and stand above this drain, please? I didn't expect it to be quite this... messy." I hope the drain is enough to take care of your precum, at least…

I fling my dress off with a smile and stand over the floor drain. My cock hangs perilously close to the floor as it drips steadily.
"Do you think it makes me weird?" I ask with nervous curiosity.
"It's only a little bit bigger today," I say, swinging it deliberately from side to side.


 "Well, Amy... it *is* the biggest penis I have ever seen. I don't think it makes you weird, though - just special!" I smile brightly as I kneel in front of you, marveling at the sheer size of your endowments. I didn't notice before, but it is slightly longer than when I last saw it in the waiting room - before it was roughly down to your calf, but now it's only an inch or two from the floor. Speaking of which, the puddle of pre you're oozing out is more like a pile, too thick to flow down the drain faster than a crawl. And your balls - my god, they're hanging past your knees, and churning audibly!
Blushing a bit, I shake my head and get down to business. The tape measure stretches from the base of your cock, thicker than one of your thighs, all the way down to the cantaloupe-sized head. "25 inches," I announce as calmly as I can, and jot it onto my clipboard. More than two feet...
"Now I need to measure it hard, sweetie. Is it alright if I touch it?" I ask, my hands hovering near the sleeping python.


I think back to my shower encounter and nod enthusiastically. "You can always touch it doctor!" I smiled. I could feel my balls filling as I thought about being touched and my cock twitched before her gloved hand touched me.
When she did she fondled the tip of my cock, trying to gauge the sheer weight of it. With only the slightest provocation I could feel it begin to harden. She continued to massage it as it filled and raised from the floor.
It didn't take long to reach full mast as I thought about the beautiful doctor caring for me like nurse Laura and Ms Jennings did in the past, and it had my cock throbbing and spewing precum as I felt my balls swell.
"How big is it now doctor?

I'm amazed at how fast your cock hardens, despite its size. Even with my normally endowed patients it usually takes some coaxing, but yours practically springs up at the lightest touch, shooting pre like a garden hose. The dramatic swelling and churning of your nuts makes me a bit anxious, thinking about the countless gallons of spooge aching to be let out... into my office. Somehow I doubt I have any container that can handle your load.
I stretch the tape measure along your prodigious shaft once again, pulling my arms apart to get the full length. "Forty-two inches. Three and a half feet. That's... impressive, Amy. Your puberty started only a few days ago and it's already the biggest penis ever." Surely you just had a bit more growth left in you afterward, and from now on you'll be developing at a normal rate... right?
"Alright. Finally, we have the semen volume measurement. How long has it been since you've drained yourself, honey?" I ask as I lead you to a bathtub-sized basin in the corner, with measuring marks inside. It looks pitiful next to your godlike cock. I'm pretty sure the precum you've already unloaded would fill the basin by itself…

"Umm, I guess when I was emptying out before leaving.... oh... when I had an accident," I correct myself.
My balls continue to swell as you lead me to the basin. "Dr. Victoria? I’m not sure that will be big enough," I say, nervous as I feel the doctor's gentle hands on my cock. This time I try to help things along and stroke myself, surprising myself with how good it feels.
I reach down to my balls and try to massage them as Miss Jennings had done, while not as skilled as her hands it does seem to increase the rate at which my balls inflate.
I do it obsessively, taken with how soft and how sensitive the massive orbs are. They grow larger by the minute as the doctor continues to work on my shaft. By the time I feel the cum begin its inevitable exit, my balls are gargantuan, grotesquely swollen with cum they are all too eager to produce.
I do my best to aim my cock into the basin. "Dr. Victoria, you may need to hold it down, once it starts it tries to spray everywhere," I say with innocent conviction. The doctor straddles my cock in an attempt to keep it aimed into the tub. As I feel her ass rest on my cock that's all it needed, the straw that broke its back. I scream as a flood of cum rushes from my enormous cock.

I stroke your cock tentatively, silently agreeing with you. I'm going to need a semen sample regardless, but I don't know how I could ever measure the output of those titanic nuts... Speaking of which, their rapid growth mesmerizes me as your precum stream just keeps increasing. By the time I sit on your cock to stabilize it (barely making it bend) they're big enough to sit on and visibly churning with their pent up load.
Your scream gives me only a moment to brace myself before a torrent of the thickest cum imaginable absolutely EXPLODES out of your cock, overflowing the basin in only a few seconds - and continuing to get stronger. "Amy! Try to hold back!" I call over the roar of the river of jizz, but even if you were listening I doubt you could hold back even slightly. The dam has broken, and all we can do is wait it out. I'm bucked helplessly atop your cock as it shoots out hundreds of gallons of spooge, covering my office floor in less than a minute, the level of cum in the room beginning to rise as your orgasm stretches past two. And you're not even close to done…

I struggle to remain on my feet as the powerful torrent of cum ejects from my cock. The entire floor of the small examination room is covered and and level is rising with every powerful contraction of my balls.
I ride it out helplessly as the Dr begs me to control it, nothing I can do would stop the flow now as the room fills. I moan and scream and my knees weakened with every successive blast as I emptied. By the time it dies down to aftershocks of orgasm my cock twitches, ejecting little spurts of cum even as it starts to soften. Finally it settles to its usual slow drip, or it would, if the tip wasn't now obscured by a lake of cum that rises all the way to the doctor's knees. My balls are noticeably smaller as they have emptied, which is good, I doubt I could have walked if they had stayed their gargantuan size. I wonder how long it’ll be before I can lay on them like fleshy bean bag chairs.
"I'm... I'm sorry about the mess," I say gasping for air, my face flushed, eyes watering and standing in hot thigh deep cum.
"I... I didn't mean to shoot so much but my penis does what it wants I guess."
The doctor stares with utter disbelief at the sticky sweet carnage around her.
"Amy we should really try something to control this," the doctor says, sounding very concerned.
She wades over to a refrigerated cabinet and retrieves a vial, drawing it into a syringe.
"Amy your body doesn't seem able to balance your hormones, this should help them to be closer to balanced at least." She said as she quickly pokes the needle into my arm and emptied it.
That night in my bed back at home I feel good as I lay in bed. I do notice a little itching in my balls but don't think much of it.

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Amy tossed and turned in her sleep, dreams filled with confusing images and feelings involving people she knew - Ms. Jennings standing in front of her with her ruler, wearing a predatory expression and absolutely nothing else. Erika, her older sister, bouncing up and down enthusiastically, her body jiggling wildly. And of course, mom, laying by her side and reaching to the spot between her legs that had been giving her so much trouble lately. Lost in her dream, Amy felt the images start to blur together, apparently leading up to something important...

Her cock received the signal loud and clear. Her mind and her pajama-bulging anatomy were having a conversation their owner was only subconsciously aware of. Thoughts triggered hormones and hormones triggered production.
If she were awake, she'd hear it: an odd gurgling sound, somewhere between a stomach rumble and the wet squirt of an overfull ketchup bottle, muffled by bedclothes and flesh. In the dark under her sheets, her bulge filled, swelled; slowly, surely tightening her pajamas and panties. What was once a bouncy package as big as a small melon slowly grew to the size of her head, the stretching fabric revealing very lewd, very obvious shapes.
Lifted by her plumping orbs, her shaft -- a cylinder almost as wide as her dainty wrist -- lurched like the eggs gurgling underneath woke it.
Her PJs, already straining from the initial productive swelling weren't ready for the way her cock seemed to telescope from its bed, curling under her plumping orbs stubbornly, turning her PJs from tight to straining. her cock bulged, extending, but still floppy enough to coil a bit as its erection was stymied. It heaved and lurched from it's sleeping owner, hellbent on straightening, but only succeeding in making stitches pop, a staccato beat that provided another track to the lewd rumblings of her grapefruit-width balls.

In her dream, at the beach with her bikini-clad mother, Amy began to feel hot and constricted. With a gasp, she realized her lower body was encased in cement! She called out frantically to her mother, who ran over and began trying to force the encasement off, her enormous, jiggling breasts filling Amy's vision. But it just grew tighter and tighter and more and more uncomfortable, until with a lurch it gave way...
...and she awoke to the sight of her cock flinging free of her pajama bottoms, the sensitive head rubbing against the blanket and soaking it with precum. Still in her confused, half-asleep state, Amy couldn't handle the sensation and let out a gurgled moan as she began to cum.

Avoiding her cock only led to wetter dreams and messier sheets. 
Her cock was well on her way to full, tumescent hardness, but the unexpected stimulation shocked the still-blimping member into unloading. With the rubbing from the cloth, her overstuffed sac contracted mightily, doing its best to pull the gurgling, small-watermelon-sized testes from the mattress.
Were her cock lying against her torso in it's half-hard state, the plump head would've sat near the middle of her sternum. The stubborn organ continued to stretch and bloat through her orgasm, still trying to harden. With every surge of semen, she fattened in furious throbs, growing even as she spewed. her cock might not reach full size before she finishes cumming, but it'll certainly try.
With every blast of semen from her overstuffed balls, Amy's cock grew just a little bit harder and she let out a high-pitched whine of pleasure. It was only a few seconds before her face was completely covered, some of the powerful jet of cum forcing its way into her mouth and making her cough. 
And her cock was just getting started.

She clenched her fists and curled her toes as jet after jet after jet splattered loudly around her room. Amy couldn't see what was happening, but most of the shots seemed to hit the ceiling or the wall behind her, dripping back down in large plops that were almost drowned out by the splatter of her cum. All the while her cock extended, and rose, eventually throwing off her blanket and reaching its full, unbelievable length as the blasts of cum reached their apex. She'd been awake for a good four minutes before she noticed the flow of cum weakening, and closer to five before the last dregs spilled out onto her chest, the softening python still covering most of her torso even in its smaller state. 
Amy was breathing like she'd just run a marathon. It was far from the first time she'd woken up to her rebellious cock spewing its load all over her room, but it had never been this intense. Fortunately her mom had given her plastic sheets and coverings for her furniture after her first incident, or her room would be totally salvageable...

This was probably the first time her cock had met her chin, but in the commotion of all of the gushing, whining, and bloating, Amy might not have noticed. This orgasm was unique as her cock finished erecting as it sprayed. 
It was both blowing up with tightening tumescence and being forced to bloat wider as her unusually-laden balls forced more pudding up her shaft that even it, at its largest, could disgorge. This, of course, only added to the lewd, wet, viscous splurting sound as too much was forced out of a hole that was too little.
With every body-seizing gush, the lips around her cock's eye grew a little more prominent, a little more puffy and inflamed, stressed at having to let so much pass through the flaring helmet.
For a few minutes toward the end of her copious, room-ruining climax, her cock was the biggest it'd ever been -- a little thicker than her calf and spanning the space from her cleft to her chin. Each surge of cum forced it to exceed even that size, straining it larger in agonizing pulses. There was just too much cum. So much that it actually stretched her already-huge cock a little bigger.
Smarting from the onslaught of a skin-straining orgasm, her cock quickly deflated, resting heavily at her chest, the glans nestled against her throat. 

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Amy sighed in disappointment as she studied her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her problem started between her skinny thighs and extended all the way to her calves, swaying back and forth as she moved side to side, checking it from every angle. Even completely flaccid, her cock was mindbogglingly huge. It'd hand't been a pain to deal with before she hit puberty. Now that the monster was awake, always bulging her underwear, needing to be strapped down to avoid embarrassment in public, and growing at a frankly impossible rate, she was starting to think it had a mind of its own.
"Why do you have to be such a pain?" she asked her dormant member in frustration. "You ruin my room, you make it impossible to find clothes that fit... And you're so greedy! Why can't you just behave yourself?" She grabbed the drooping python near the head and glumly swung it back and forth, contemplating how she could keep it under control. "Well, first we gotta find out how big you're getting..." she mumbled, dropping the mass of cockmeat and grabbing a nearby measuring tape she'd brought into the bathroom with her. She'd just drained the stupid thing half an hour ago, so she didn't expect any problems here - but still, best to do this in the bathroom, just in case.

Her cock lurched as if in answer; any attention was good attention. The impossible growth had only made it more sensitive, and, thus, more reactive. 
It lazily plumped a bit in her little hand, gaining some weight. Unerect, it still sat wrapped in it's foreskin -- a part of her cock that seemed like it couldn't quite keep up with its pubescing contents.
When she dropped it, it sat a bit lower, awakening a little, but not enough for anyone to really notice. A millimeter or three on a beast as big as hers wasn't much. It slowly, almost undetectably telescoped below her, plumping a little in what looked like anticipation. If she'd left it alone and paid no attention to it after she drained herself, her cock might've stayed at its current smallest size for a few more hours.
Instead, Amy had inadvertently set something off -- literally touched herself at exactly the wrong time. Something deep in her balls shifted, nothing she could really feel, but it was enough to send a surge of hormones through her, enough to set off a chain reaction in her young body that she wouldn't be able to stop.

Amy felt particularly hot and bothered as she pulled the tape along the impressive length of her still-soft shaft. It wouldn't be unusual if she hadn't made herself cum just minutes before, but then what about her cock was "usual"? She mentally shrugged, then cringed as she noted the mark on the measuring tape. "Twenty-two inches? Oh, jeez..." Writing down the measurement on her pad of paper - carefully stowed in her waterproof bag when not currently in use - she imagined the hefty slab of dickmeat must have been proud of itself, putting on so much mass despite her best efforts to control it. She smirked at the thought.
"Alright, now hard. Behave yourself." Amy grabbed her still-swinging cock again and started rubbing her hands up and down its length. Just that light touch caused a noticeable lurch, followed by a thin stream of precum (well, thin for her) and an ominous gurgling from her pendulous cum factories. Oh, she'd have to measure those later. She awkwardly hobbled over to the tub to contain the mess as her cock eagerly bloated and lurched toward its full, horrific length. A few moans escaped her lips as she pleasured herself - it didn't normally feel this good, especially so soon after unloading! And wasn't it getting hard a little faster than normal? It was already nearly as big as she'd ever seen it, but still suspiciously soft...

Her cock obeyed like any would after being stroked by such small, slender, soft hands. 
It flushed and plumped in earnest, packing on weight and girth as if it was actually hardening. As if.
Erecting had become an ordeal for this monster. Amy was no doubt a grower and a shower, but as puberty abused her otherwise normal body, what hung from her in her unaroused state was slowly becoming a smaller and smaller fraction of what stretched from her when her cock was achingly turgid. In short, the worrying gulf in size between soft and hard was widening steadily, which meant that every erection seemed to be a longer, more torturous process than the last. Especially lately. Especially right now.
What was twenty-two girthy inches telescoped past the two-foot mark in a long, pre-burbling lurch. Every pink inch was still strangely spongy to the touch. 
Her cock surged in weight again, stretching another few inches forward, gaining ounce after ounce of weight, but not one ounce was hard.
Normally, at three feet, her cock treated her to the struggle of freeing its flaring helmet from her uncomfortably tight foreskin. Once it popped free, it was well on its way to hardness, to emptying. But there it sat, still distending, still wrapped in a tightening sausage casing of foreskin. Three feet, three inches of cock. Utterly, stubbornly soft. But still fattening.

Amy rubbed her cock more and more vigorously in frustration. All it did was flop back and forth, spewing an ever-increasing stream of precum into the tub. She was used to not being able to reach the tip when it was at its full length, but that was only because it was usually rock hard by that point. What was happening? Had her cock finally gotten too big to get fully hard? She was panting heavily, her face flushed as she watched her still inexplicably soft monster continue to lengthen and fatten. No, that would be too merciful. With a long whine of despair, she realized what was going on: a growth spurt. A big one, even for her. 
As if to confirm her fears, her just-emptied balls began to churn loudly and hit their own stretch of growth. "No, no, no, please not again," she pleaded, but the sensations were too pleasurable to protest very strongly. The previously cantaloupe-sized orbs shifted, swelled and even vibrated with production, the increased weight (along with the pleasure) nearly buckling her knees. And like a trained partner, her cock responded by kicking it up a notch: it was still growing at a terrifying rate, but now it was finally beginning to harden as well, the stream of precum now practically a faucet as the fat cum cannon telescoped rapidly to four feet and beyond. Amy's defiance of her own cock was quickly being overtaken by the overwhelming urge to CUM, but the remaining rational part of her mind struggled with the idea that it actually seemed to be getting more sensitive as it grew.
Suddenly, a knock at the door. "Honey, is everything okay? It sounds like you're in pain." Dammit. Her mom was so nosy!
"I'm f-fine, mom! Just stubbed my toe on the bathtub, haha."

Four feet. Four throbbing, lurching, blimping feet of cock and only then was it beginning to finally show signs of hardness. 
It was almost as long as its owner was tall and still way too soft for its size. With straining effort, the base of her cock left the poor girl's swelling sac and attempted to hoist its girth into the air. It only achieved a mild arc, but that didn't stop it from distending further. 
At about four and a half feet, her cock's glans was suddenly too big for the foreskin around the flaring rim. Even as soft as her cock was, it shined with the stretching it was going through. Millimeter by wet millimeter, her glans pushed through her tightening foreskin.
And her poor sac. As if to keep up with her burgeoning monster, they, too fattened, making up for lost time, stretching her sac as they tried to outgrow their container. They slid hotly down her coltish thighs, dangling lower, heavier, pulling at her pretty hips. 
And they weren't only producing swimmers, either. Each bit of extra ball mass only flooded her body more with hormones; hormones that her ovaries answered with a girlish shout.
As if the four were fighting, her womb pulsed in her belly, trying to flood her system with equal amounts of puberty juice. 
Her body wasn't just being dragged through a growth spurt, it was at war with itself. And, no matter who won, Amy would lose. And so would her shirts.
Her meaty breasts flushed in answer to her angry ovaries.

Amy gasped as the overwhelming sensation of growth suddenly bloomed in her chest. Not again! She semi-consciously brought a hand to the tender spot and groaned, once again, in a pleasure that was equal parts amazing and scary. It swelled noticeably under her touch - at first minor enough to go unnoticed behind the other sensations, but soon enough her pair of mounds undeniably growing on her chest, continuing to expand until one filled her armspan, and then beyond. She wished she had more hands to touch her rapidly changing body, but she made do with the two.
Meanwhile, her entire lower body felt like it was on fire. She was slumped against the side of the bath, too overwhelmed to stand but still furiously stroking her still-mostly-soft cock to coax out the boiling load that was rapidly filling her twin cum tanks. The beast must have been longer than she was tall at this point, its head slowly rising like an awakening monster. 
On top of everything else, her hips and butt finally started getting in on the action. From her position on the floor, her already out of place round butt fattened and pancaked out in all directions - first just a barely noticeable amount, then an inch, then two.

As her breasts developed, the link between them and her nethers strengthened to the point that every throb of her crinkling, enlarging, rapidly developing nipples sent a welcome, hardening throb through her growing, five-foot-long shaft.
At five veiny feet, her cock finally achieved half hardness. It curved in a wicked, lazy arc of meat, pulsing and drooling; pushing its way past the constricting foreskin in a wet, sudden, fleshy snap. The freed glans flared in what looked like shiny, pink celebration. The ring that was the end of her foreskin disgorged more pinkness, chasing the helmet forward as if her cock had been storing extra shaft behind the foreskin this whole time.
Her balls blimped and gurgled sympathetically, stretching their sac until her skin groaned with a noise like ripping leather around a hungry stomach. They forced her pretty knees apart, making room for their bulking mass.
Her breasts pushed forward stubbornly, dense, thick, young masses, way too perky for their size. Given their speed of development and the pronounced, achy lack of flesh to cover them, they stood out like missiles, her areolas taking up the slack as the glands enlarged. They spread across the fronts of her pointy, now big boobs like a pink ink stain.
Even after all of this new mass, even as the poor girl neared double the weight she was when she'd walked in, her cock was still not hard. Though, at six fat feet, it was trying.

Above all the pleasure and growth and coursing hormones, Amy felt a familiar tightening sensation in her excessively swollen balls. She'd had plenty of experience with orgasms, of course, but calling this building explosion an orgasm almost seemed like an understatement. She felt far, far more roiling cum inside her than she ever had, and her production seemed to be increasing right up until the climax. Gritting her teeth through her sexual haze, she managed to sit up to look at her cock's progress. Easily over twice as long as it'd ever been, the oversized monster had already filled the tub with precum alone, and seemed determined to overflow it. It rose up the wall next to the tub triumphantly, inching ever closer to the ceiling.
And it still wasn't completely hard.
Once again, a rapid knock on the door. "Amy, are you sure you're okay? You didn't fall in the shower or anything, did you?" Real worry filled her mom's voice, and Amy struggled to sound normal.
"Mmmom I'mmMMMNNNAAAaahh- 'm okaaaAAAAHHHHH!" Well, that could have gone better. 
"I'm coming in," came her mother's determined voice as the bathroom door opened - followed quickly by a loud gasp. "Amy! W-What...?"
Amy used her last bit of self-control to turn to her mother, face flushed and eyes glazed. The gorgeous older woman was dressed in a bath robe, showing a good bit of cleavage as she stared in shock. That sight was the last thing Amy needed to send her over the edge. "I'm sorry," she said meekly as her stupendously massive balls began to contract.

Her cock treated Amy's mother to the vision of its complete hardness. In one final surge, Amy's overgrown monster blossomed like a mushroom, the skin audibly tightening, veins standing out in sharp relief. To an uninformed onlooker, it seemed as if Amy's cock was hellbent on tearing itself apart. 
The glans flared wider than any bellend had a right to, pulling at any slack there might be at the pink, tortured skin behind it. Even the foreskin, receded though it was, seemed to dent a ring into the shaft. The seven feet of cock didn't just look hard, they looked bloated.
The balls at her cock's throat were immense, laden, hanging. Despite their weight, her sac managed to contract, seizing up against her thighs in a lewd display of what was to come. It was almost as if her cock was showing off for Amy's mom.
The flow of pre seemed to stop briefly, and deep inside Amy's nuts there was an ominous rumble. The lippy eye of her cock gaped, kissing ineffectually at the ceiling as if her cock itself was silently begging her balls not to let go.
But they did. 
Even at it's owner-dwarfing mass, her cock strained around the load crammed out of it -- bulging, heaving. The viscous substance bubbled out in a rubbery, wet, squelching, bubbling splatter. her cock's glans flared painfully as it disgorged far, far more semen than even it, at its gigantic size was meant to handle. And that was just the first taffy-like volley.

I let out a long, animalistic groan as my cock unleashes dozens of gallons of the thickest cum imaginable in just that first, seconds-long shot. It hurts, but the pain is nearly drowned out by the mind-shattering pleasure, far better than anything I've felt before. It knocks me on my back, tongue hanging out as it slams against the ceiling. I think I hear it crack. Even though it's as thick as glue, it still splatters all over the bathroom, and myself... and my mom, who's trying fruitlessly to shield herself from the onslaught, her robe slipped off her shoulders.
The tub was already nearly full of precum, but by the second shot my impossible cock has already pumped out far more than it could hold. My cum is covering the bathroom floor (and myself), and the spunk swamp is quickly growing out into the hall. The small remaining rational part of my brain keeps trying to apologize for the mess, but all I can do is continue to cum and moan and cum some more. My cock has me completely under its control.

Although it should be impossible, the bucking, spasming, spewing behemoth that her cock had become was totally overloaded. Every shot stretched its cum vein to the point of almost doubling the girth of the beast.
It strained to get bigger, to take the load being shoved down its inadequate shaft, but it was at its limit -- a full seven bloated feet if it was an inch. The balls at its throat clenched and unloaded, clenched and mercilessly pounding untold gallons of sperm up her cock.
Even though her cock's pouty eye gaped obscenely, the noise of spraying that much slime from a hole that "small" echoed through the house. The splashing, the moans, the squelching, her mom's shocked, cum-jammed gasps made for a sick, slimy symphony of overgrown lust. 
In the end, her cock spewed many times Amy's mass in cum...

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With her face burning red, Amy snuck into the classroom just as the bell rang, hoping to attract as little attention as possible. Of course, given her current state that was impossible. Nearly the entire class - including the teacher - turned to look with barely concealed amazement at her enormous, jiggling new endowments as she shuffled glumly to her seat. More of a stool, really, as the standard student desks were far too small to fit her massive ass and tits. When she returned too school after that terrible growth spurt (and the absolute flood that followed, she cringed internally), she tried to squeeze into her old desk like nothing had changed. But her boobs completely covered the desk in front of her, and her ass bulged past the sides of the chair obscenely. Even her mom's old clothes she'd thrown on at the last minute were clearly inadequate to cover her outrageously curvy body, and the teacher had her sit in the back to avoid distracting the other students. Even so...
Ms. Jennings cleared her throat, prompting most of the students to reluctantly turn their attention to the front of the classroom. "Good morning, everyone. I hope you're all totally awake by now, because today we have presentations!" A series of groans echoed through the classroom, the threat of public speaking enough to take most of the attention away from Amy's absurd body. Thank God for that, she thought, adjusting her python of a cock so it just barely missed dragging on the floor. But what am I going to do when it's my turn to present...? For the last few days she'd been merely embarrassed by all the attention, but now a growing anxiety was taking over.

Poor Amy, it wasn't just anxiety flooding her body. 
In its spastic adjustment to achieve equilibrium, her two sexes were locked in a duel. Unfortunately for her, her body was incredibly sensitive to both hormonal cocktails. If she weren't a herm, she'd still be so chesty by adulthood that she'd be a medical marvel at worst and a multi-million dollar masturbatory aid at best.
Her immense, sleeping testes didn't just produce untold gobs of cum, they also seeped powerful herm hormones into her system. More now, given their recent sac-straining growth spurt and her pubescent age. Her womb responded in kind, battling her boyparts like a woman scorned, and blowing the poor, helpless girl up to the lewd, ultrafertile shape she tried to cram into her desk.
And the battle wasn't over. Even as she sat, nervous and blissfully unaware, a heady cocktail of female chemicals brewed in her pelvis, as if charging up for some kind of release -- right there in the middle of class. 
Let's hope that the presentation order is by last name and not first this time...

"Right. Last time we ordered alphabetically by first name, so... I see no reason to do it differently this time!" Oh, crap! Amy bit her lip. "Aaron, you're up first."
Amy felt a slight relief at not being the first on the executioner's block, but she knew she'd have to present next. And for once, it wasn't the actual speaking that had her worried: since they didn't exactly make clothes fit for an 11-year-old girl with tits bigger than medicine balls and an ass to match, she still wore a top that constantly threatened to burst and send its buttons flying around the room. Her floor-length skirt was a little less worrisome, but the slightest jostle could reveal her enthusiastically drooling dick, constantly leaking sticky precum since The Incident and already beginning to fill its horse-sized condom. As always, she'd drained her stupid giant balls as thoroughly as she could before class, and thankfully they felt like they wouldn't cause trouble for at least another hour. Still, she knew better than to trust her own body.
Aaron stared blankly at the pretty teacher, who was impressively busty in her own right. "I, uh, didn't do it," he said flatly before laying his head back down on his desk. CRAP!
Miss Jennings sighed, marking her clipboard. "Alright, well then... Amy. That means you're up. Did you do your assignment?"
She gave Amy a concerned look, and Amy bit her lip as she blushed even brighter. What should she do? She didn't want any more stares if she could help it, and displaying her freakishly bloated body in front of the class was her worst nightmare. But then, she HAD done the work, and she really wanted to get that A...
"Y-Yes," she said meekly, picking up her paper and heading to the front of the room. Her body felt hot and... tight, somehow. Her head swam and she could feel her heart beat slightly faster. She was particularly aware of her new endowments, and how suddenly sensitive they felt in their uncomfortable clothing. Just nerves, she thought. She hoped. She kept her eyes on the map on the classroom's back wall as she began.
"My report was on, um, Benjamin Franklin..."

Standing up was all it took, really, for Amy's young womb to release its brew like a laden pine releases a cloud of pollen. 
As it was warmer now, Ms. Jennings thought it best to crank down the thermostat to keep the room cool. It was, after all, full of warm, pre-pubescent bodies. Of course, at the front of the room, it was almost chilly.
Naturally, Amy's nipples reacted before she'd gotten done with her introduction. They fought against the newly-tightened skin of her high, round breasts, trying to get the slack to actually crinkle. This only caused the fronts of her fat boobs to feel tighter...
...and then the hormonal cocktail filled them. 
Her gland-thick breasts flushed, her beleaguered, chilled areolae puffing forward into her shirt, creating mounds of their own atop her already outsized breasts. Her nipples engorged, extruding from their throbbing, pink hills to their thumb-rivaling size...and then some.
Her breasts tightened visibly, as if there wasn't enough of her to cover what was happening inside of them: they were literally getting fatter as she spoke. Gaining weight. Pushing their cotton prison forward and out, and, because of their newness, becoming rounder, pointier, jutting forward from a girl far, far too petite to bear them.

Amy cleared her throat, trying to focus. "He was one of the most important Founding Fathers, and, um... h-he, um..." 
God, why did Ms. Jennings have to keep it so cold in here? Her sensitive nipples rubbed against the rough fabric of her overburdened shirt, and she could hear the cloth straining as the buttons desperately clung on to their holes. Were her boobs growing again? No, impossible - not so soon after her last growth spurt. Just nerves, just nerves... But suddenly her knees felt weak, and she found herself falling back against the blackboard, grunting in discomfort as her shirt was stretched to its limit. The rest of the class already had its eyes glued to her oversized sweater shredders, but now she heard them all gasp, a few asking if she was okay.
"M-Ms. Jennings, I don't- Hnnnnnghhhh!"
With one more surge of hormone-fueled growth, her poor shirt audibly ripped... then popped open, buttons flying into the classroom, some of them hitting the students in the front row as her braless breasts spilled forward.

Finally free of their cotton confines, her boobs wobbled into the air, their weight hitting her wide hips with a fleshy thud. Unencumbered, her nipples stretched out proudly. The tortured flesh of her breasts stretched visibly as it fought to contain the violent development happening behind it.
There was no question: her nipples were definitely puffy. Maybe it was the pressure in them, maybe it was the natural shape, but the pink bowls atop her swollen, dewy breasts strained larger in front of everybody. Her boobs audibly gurgled -- it was the sound of an overstuffed stomach processing what it could. 
Her nerves were pushed tightly against her titskin. It seemed the larger and tighter her missile-shaped tits got, the more sensitive they became, positively throbbing and swelling in arousal, adding to the very torturous growth spurt seizing them both.
They plumped away from her narrow, skinny shoulders, an absolute contrast to the chest and girl they were mounted on. They grew in soft, fleshy surges, visibly gaining weight every time and pulling on her chest. 
As the tight, fattening, round breasts stretched to her pelvis, her hips popped loudly, making her stumble a little. Her waistband was suddenly tighter! Her hips fluffed up, her rear starting to push her from the blackboard as it inflated.

"Oh, Godddd..." moaned the girl behind those milky blimps of flesh. Amy's growth spurts had always felt good (physically, at least), but somehow the almost painful pressure in her absurd boobs was translating into a new and incredibly pleasurable sensation. Eager as ever, her dormant cock immediately got the message, inflating at a frankly impossible rate for its size. It snaked out of the bottom of her skirt, the sensitive head rubbing against the floor until it slipped off the condom containing it. 
"No, no, please no, not now," whimpered Amy. This was it: now everybody was seeing her freakishly endowed body for what it was. She tried to choke back sobs, but they came out mixed with moans of pleasure. She was vaguely aware of Ms. Jennings telling someone to fetch the nurse as the rest of the class looked on in shock. "Please d-don't look!" She wanted nothing more right now than to run right out of the classroom and not stop until she reached her bedroom, but once again her body paid no heed to her wishes.
Her nipples had already been hard due to the cold, but now they felt like they were about to pop, preparing themselves for... something. Amy tried to reach them to release the pressure behind them, but to her frustration her boobs were now too big to reach all the way around. And they were still growing, pumping up another cup size or so every few seconds. And just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, her entire lower body suddenly felt like an electric shock went through it. The added weight on her already substantial rear sent her to the ground with a surprised *oof*, though her rapidly expanding rear end did an excellent job of cushioning her fall.
Too overwhelmed to stand, Amy ended up in the worse position possible: kneeling, with her fattening ass spreading against the wall, her 6-foot-and-growing cock pointing straight into the classroom and leaking precum like a garden hose, and her giant, aching tits draped over either side of the monster. She'd never thought of titfucking herself before, but this was a rather inconvenient time to discover how much she loved it...

...Amy might've loved it, but her cock was built for titfucking.
The rubbery sensation of her overstuffed, overdeveloped boobs stretching themselves in pulsing, blimping spasms along her impossible, veiny length only encouraged her cock to firm up completely. It flared angrily as Amy's fattening boobs inadvertently stimulated it.
To add insult to injury, it wasn't just her ass pillowing out behind her. Her balls were filling furiously, battling her cheeks for size. Her sac and her rear smeared against each other in their throes of growth, and, sandwiched between her tight, overladen sac and her round, impossible butt was her weeping, swollen, flesh-squashed quim. It practically sprayed lubricant into the tight cleavage created by her cheeks and nuts, making the rubbery skin slide freely, wetly behind her as it grew.
Her tits were shiny, aching with plumpness, too round for their size. The firmness of the titfuck only stimulated her cock more, and it burbled pre all over the classroom floor lewdly, loudly. The smell was overwhelming already -- the musky heat of her outsized parts, the tang of sweat from the stress of her development. Even a blind student could tell someone was having wild, hot sex in the room.
Wild, hot sex that sounded like a young, pretty girl vacillating between begging her own body and moaning in tortured ecstasy. The wet, slimy sound of a viscous fluid being pumped out of an opening too small...and the strange, dense gurgling coming from under the moaning girl. The worst noise, the one that made all the other students grimace, was the unmistakable rubbery song of Amy's tortured skin stretching. Every surge brought with it a leathery ripping sound that mixed with her choked, gasping moans. 
She blossomed right there, on the floor, in front of everyone. Totally hard, over seven aching feet long, and her boobs were still spreading, each one a pink balloon with the mass of its owner. Behind her, her balls matched her breasts for mass, and the ass cheeks atop those completed the set of six swollen orbs. The poor girl was adrift in a growing ballpit of her own making.

Right as Amy felt her growth finally slowing down, that all too familiar sensation of her indefatigable cum tanks nearing capacity and preparing to unload grew. Only this time, they were bigger than they'd ever been - each one bigger than her entire body, it felt like, although she couldn't get a look at them to tell for sure. She felt like she was being tossed about in a sea of pleasure and sensitive flesh... and a storm was about to hit.
"I'm soorrryyyyyyy!" she cried as untold gallons of cum began to course from her massive balls, through her even more massive cock, and shoot in a high-powered geyser all the way to the back wall of the classroom where it hit with a constant, deafening thuddddddd. Students screamed and leapt out of the way, running toward the door as the unbelievable deluge of glue-thick cum threatened to cover the floor of the classroom in a matter of seconds (although they needn't have worried - the constant shots all went well over their heads.
"Single file, everyone, single file!" Yelled Ms. Jennings as Amy screamed in pleasure. As the students escaped - many glancing back incredulously at the disaster threatening the classroom - the busty teacher herself rushed to Amy's side to offer any help she could. As much as she worried for the destruction of everything in the room - or perhaps even the room itself, she shuddered - the poor, overwhelmed cum factory at the front of the room was her first priority. "It's okay, Amy, just calm down!" she cried over the spray. 
Amy wasn't coherent enough to answer the teacher, but her words got through, pushing her to take just a little more control. But all of a sudden she felt her nipples grow even harder, extend even further - and start spraying streams of milk into the rising semen swamp.

In hindsight, Ms. Jennings should've seen it coming. Not her cock, but what happened to poor, tortured Amy's breasts.
Boobs that big, that tight, are built for one thing: production. Most women -- even those endowed to the point of a handicap -- own breasts that are more fat than gland. Their breasts, no matter how firm, have some jiggle, some sway; they're proportionately more form than function.
Amy's, mindbogglingly, were more gland than fat, if only by a bit. Each one of those glands, seemingly inspired by the ones blowing up under her oversized butt, went into production. They swelled and filled, actually changing the shapes of Amy's overdeveloped, preteen-sized boobs. They became firm with their load before her nipples, like her cock, were forced larger to handle the load disgorged by the glands behind them.
Her wildly pubescing body produced enough to test her massive urethra and make her milk ducts strain. The poor girl was glutted. Maybe it wasn't her size that was the bigger problem. Maybe it was that she got way too full, way too fast...and, even as massive as she was, still wasn't big enough to handle the flood.
The odd, direct nervous connection between her nipples and her cock (and, as salt on that wound, her clit) was broadband strength -- it developed right along with the parts. And, sadly, her nipples sang a siren's song to her painfully hard cock, making it flare wider than ever, spray more forcefully, and try to eke out another inch from its straining shaft.

There was just so much.
Even as Amy dumped countless gallons of bodily fluids into the room, the pressure inside her unloading balls and breasts hardly lessened at all. It was as if that epic growth spurt had kicked her production once again into overdrive, producing creamy breast milk and ultra-thick spunk faster than her body could force it out. It was impossible for her to think coherently, let alone keep track of how long this painful orgasm was lasting, but it had to have passed the 2-minute mark at least. The entire floor was covered by this point, and the mixture began to pile up, obscuring the legs of the desks, and the bottoms of the cabinets, and the ankles of her wonderful teacher helping her through this. 
Amy was too weak at this point to continue screaming her head off, and simply lolled her head back with her tongue hanging out, forcing out a series of gurgled moans that were inaudible over the gushing. Finally, finally, after close to three minutes, the overwhelming pressure inside of her began to ease. It looked like her body didn't quite produce milk and cum faster than it could release it - at least not permanently. A minute later, the geysers of thick jizz exploding from her smarting cock stopped hitting the back wall and began simply splashing down onto the rising sea of spunk. A minute more, and the gushing from her nipples slowed to a quiet leak. And finally, after a mind-boggling eight minutes of the most intense orgasm of her life by an order of magnitude, Amy's now-submerged cock spat out its last few paltry gallons and went still.

It wasn't just the growth and arousal -- that was more than enough in and of itself. It was the production. 
And, for all her size, Amy's body could barely contain it. That kind of impossible production would break a girl not ready for it and Amy's body, despite her protests, made itself ready, if only barely. 
At this point, with a set of balls that outmassed the young body attached to it by three times, and a pair of swollen, blushing, abused breasts a little bigger than the sac behind her, the poor, comatose girl was pinned until the swelling went down.
Her cock began its long deflation process, compressing and shrinking slowly but steadily. Her balls followed suit, her entire male set ready to be covered by a skirt again by the time she came around. 
Her breasts calmed down as well now that they were empty. Her areolas de-puffed, and her nipples contracted to the point of inverting. It was as if the monsters that jutted from her breasts and showered the classroom were a dream.
Her breasts themselves deflated to a portable size, merely bobbling to her broadened hips, but still woefully uncoverable. The preteen still had to lug around beach balls.
Her hips and rear, however, didn't budge. Instead of milk or cum, everything at the top of her legs was muscle, fat, and bone. And, it wasn't until she stood up that she realized just how broad she'd become. Doors were going to be a problem.

Amy stood on shaky legs, hefting the enormous weight of her new endowments with surprisingly little difficulty. Her lower body must have gained some muscle in addition to all the fat, she reasoned - otherwise there was no doubt she'd be immobile. 
Absolutely every surface of the room was coated in an inch-thick (at least) layer of ball batter. All except the floor, which rose more than two feet all the way to the bottom of her colossal... bottom. She surveyed the wreckage, dumbfounded. All this was happening so fast; two weeks ago, she may not have been "normal," but at the very least she didn't stand out in a crowd. Now, she was a crowd all on her own, each of her balls and boobs bigger than she was, even empty. And her butt! She had difficulty even reaching the sides of her thighs, which combined with the frustrating distance of her nipples made her feel more powerless than ever before. Her skirt was still miraculously intact, but now it hardly mattered. She may as well have been wearing a belt, as it didn't even reach halfway down her thighs.
"M-Ms. Jennings, are you... okay?" She asked, still shaky but starting to regain her composure. She realized she didn't see the older woman, and began looking around for her, concerned. Had she left when all the cum and milk became too much for her? Amy's face flushed at the thought, but she could hardly- Wait, what was that? A few feet from the door bobbed a particularly large blob of the white stuff, which as she watched revealed more and more of a frazzled head of black hair. "Ms. Jennings!" she cried, and sloshed over with great difficulty. 
She opened the classroom door (thank god it swung outward!) and the lake of cum she'd just created began to flow outside in great, heaping globs, albeit still slowly due to its incredible thickness. The lump was swept out with it, revealing that it was indeed the lovely teacher under pounds and pounds of spunk, and was deposited several yards away, coughing and attempting to clear her eyes. Amy was pushed outward too with a surprised yelp, but upon reaching the doorway her hips wedged against either side of the frame. With dawning horror, Amy realized that her absolutely titanic hips and ass were now too wide to fit through a doorway.

Sometime just before her third volley of slippery cum and hot, thick milk, her hips spasmed and cracked wider. It was at that very moment the poor girl was too wide for a 30-odd inch standard door. 
In her orgasmic throes, she'd achieved a pear shape that most full-grown women don't develop until well into adulthood. Stuck in the door, the posts digging into her soft hips, it was apparent that maybe turning and sidling through the doorway might work. And it would if it weren't for the fact that her unusually firm and pert breasts, as well as her leg-like cock resting on her comparably massive testicles created a profile that would, too rival, her hips in width.
However, given the relative softness of her breasts, she stood a chance -- if she could stand the post rubbing against her very trigger-happy, inverted nipples. Setting them off again would be a problem. A messy problem.
Ms. Jennings, for her part, seemed to take it all in stride. Well, "seemed" is the operative word. After seeing this kind of physics-bending display from a preteen, and drinking a meal's worth of her offering, the teacher was a little stunned, but kept reminding herself that Amy was the victim here; the girl couldn't control whatever condition made her ruin the classroom. 
Still, she was a little woozy: the combo meal wasn't sitting well with her. She leaned against the wall across from the door her student was trapped in. Gobs of thick cream fell from her. 
"Just, um...stay right there. I'll go get a janitor and a blanket. I...ugh. I don't feel so great. Just...just stay right there." With that, the teacher stumbled off and not after slipping once or twice in the slick pool.

Amy whined in frustration as she tried in vain to force herself through the (comparatively) narrow doorway. Producing room-filling amounts of cum and milk was bad enough, but not being able to even fit through doors was too much! "Oh, this is it!" she muttered to herself, awkwardly turning sideways as the milk-spunk mixture flowed around her. "I'm just gonna to move into a barn like the cow I am, and never have to deal with any stares or flood any rooms or get stuck in doorways..." Once again, she tried to force herself outside. Her mind-bogglingly enormous butt and boobs once again got her stuck in the doorway, and she once again whined in despair. At least this seemed a little more promising - her hips were solid obstacles, but her tits and ass were simply squished tightly due to how fat they were, and could conceivably give way with a hard enough push. So push she did, grunting and straining with much effort but little success. Something seemed wrong, though... With her boobs squished so tightly, she was able to notice their slow, creeping expansion as her milk glands continued where they'd left off. And on that note, her balls definitely were following suit, already half again as big as they were immediately after her orgasm. "Oh no... Help! Someone help!" she pleaded to whoever could hear her.
Fortunately for the little spunk factory, Miss Jennings and Nurse Laura were just around a corner, and came running as soon as they heard the desperation in Amy's voice. In contrast to the teacher's mature and sultry demeanor, the nurse looked positively innocent. Her large blue eyes stretched wide as they fell on the overendowed body before her, and shoulder-length blonde hair framed her cute face. One thing they both had in common, though: their busty, thick, and ultra-curvy bodies. Of course, next to this 11-year-old girl they may as well have been stick figures.
"Amy! Hold your arm out and we'll both pull, okay?" ordered the teacher as the two women grabbed ahold. Their legs were getting coated by the thick globs of white spilling out around Amy, but they were able to keep their footing as the three of them pulled and strained, until...
POP
The three of them were blown back by the flood that was being held in check by Amy's massive ass. Cum and milk flowed over them like a tidal wave, covering them all instantly.

It was now the nurse's turn to wipe the viscous sweet and salty white mixture from her face. 
The scrape against the doorpost was the worst thing Amy could've done. Her body barely made any distinction between good and bad attention -- any touch meant stimulation. Already every gland in her body was gearing up for production. She was, in fact, bigger than when her teacher had stumbled off. Even so, they weren't nearly done, and Laura, too, was treated to that wet, gurgling, growling sound from Amy's overblown body.
The semen and milk both clung and soaked through both women's outfits. While both had dressed to code, dipping any girl in something the consistency of maple syrup would make any woman immodest. But, for these two young women, it was far more pronounced.
The blonde, cum-soaked nurse wore a blouse and a pencil skirt. As this was one of her smaller blouses, the cum-dunk wasn't doing her any favors -- the cotton looked painted onto her large bra. The rest of her was skinny, coltish even. She knew what it was like to be a little too busty for her frame, but seeing the freak Amy had become, she thanked her stars the puberty train had only grazed her.
Ms. Jennings was duskier and thicker than her counterpart. Jennings was as sultry as Laura was innocent; the woman sauntered to get around, and wore glasses at the end of her angular nose. Her own soaking made her pantsuit cling to her as well, her hourglass figure screaming fertility -- moreso as the drying sludge grew more transparent.
As far as Amy's cock and balls were concerned, these two women were very fertile prospects. It lurched atop her bloating cum factories, readying, even though it still drooled the remnants of its last eye-tearing explosion.

Amy miserably wiped globs of cum from her bulging frame, thankful at least that the glue-like mixture cushioned her fall. She desperately wanted to cover herself, but at this point anything short of a king-sized bedsheet seemed inadequate for that purpose. And even then, only when she was completely drained... which at the moment, alarmingly, she wasn't.
"I'm sorry about ruining the room," she sniffled, looking up. "I just can't hel- u-umm..." Her eyes fell on the deliciously curvy figures of the two women, now with their curves perfectly outlined and looking sexier than ever covered in her own seed. And immediately, before she even fully registered what she was seeing, her cock bloated an entire foot in an instant and spat a wad of precum that could fill a bathtub at the two ladies. Nurse Laura grunted and was knocked back once again into the spreading lake of cum, but Miss Jennings, having some more experience with the hypersexual girl, had braced herself and only stumbled back a few steps. "I'm sorry! I can't control it!" she cried helplessly as she turned around. 
"I called your mom when I went to get the nurse, Amy! Don't worry, it's going to be okay. Just put this hoodie on and let's go to the nurse's office while you wait" She tried to sound as reassuring as possible as she sloshed toward the girl, but she was dumbfounded by the girl's hypersexual body. Even moreso presuming she had only just hit puberty!
"Okay, thank you Miss Jennings. C-Can I go home then?" Amy smiffled, trying in vain to hold back tears. Thankfully it was still early in the class period so she was unlikely to meet many students on the way to the parking lot. But walking smoothly in her newly expanded body took some getting used to, and she tried not to think about how much she jiggled and swayed as she moved.

Her cock liked the two women. Though a fraction of it's former glorious, straining, room-ruining several-foot erection, the teacher and the nurse's inadvertent attention made it lurch and unfold in a beastly manner.
Of course, these women both, by virtue of their beauty, made many an adolescent shaft lurch in chubby anticipation.
Poor Amy was so freakishly large now that even mild arousal meant a foot-long difference. Besides, her cock could tell, despite the stressful strangeness of the situation, that Miss Jennings' and the Nurse Laura's bodies both reacted unconsciously to the smell, texture, and heat of what their wombs intuitively knew was very, very potent semen. Were they not so awash in viscous mess, they'd have to change their panties soon, anyway...though in their concern for the sobbing student, the arousal hadn't really hit their conscious minds yet.
But her cock knew and observed the pheromonal conversation happening among the three girls. And telescoped again, impressively, growing fat and veiny, heavily wobbling over Amy's churning balls. It was a threat.
A threat that her cock wasn't done.


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"Okay, go sit in the bed while I go grab my tools Amy" Said Nurse Laura the second we arrived her office.

I take off my hoodie, revealing my petite body and my immense curves, easily dwarfing bouth Nurse Laura's and Ms.Jennings without an ounce of extra fat on my body. Immediately, my cock springs to attention, almost slapping the nurse from 5 feet away as she turns back towards me. A few drops of precum splash across the wall, leaving dark, wet spots. I hang my head down in shame, and also, trying not to look at the nurse or my teacher. The beautiful, busty, curvy women aren't helping my situation either, my cock sniffing out their appealing bodies like a bloodhound.


I flinch as your stiffening cock nearly slaps me under the chin, then again when you unleash a salvo of precum inches from my head. I turn to look at the splatter silently, my mouth agape, watching what must be a gallon of sticky pre dripping slowly down the wall. I'm pretty hard to shake, but it takes me a few seconds to find my words as I stare at your unreal body.
I clear my throat. Looking at your unbelievable massive cock and extreme curves, it's a little hard to believe this could be happening, but I hold my tongue. "Let's see how can I help you with it" I smile at you apologetically.


I smile, a bit more calm, although still jumpy. "Thank you, Nurse Laura. I...I don't know how you could help, but we can figure it out… I hope." I finally lift my eyes to look at the nurse, thankful for her not freaking out, and immediately regret my decision. The sight of her curves, her plump, soft ass, her massive tits, and her thick thighs, along with her slightly pudgy belly, it sends a wave of lust over my whole body, and my cock begins to twitch and throb, and begins leaking precum three times faster, splattering huge globs of cum on the floor every second, quickly forming a growing puddle. I whimper and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to imagine horrible, nasty things, but to no avail. "P-Please, Nurse, help me."


I smile nervously. If there's one thing I didn't expect to encounter as a high school nurse...
I gulp as the trickle of precum from your oversized dick becomes a faucet stream, and you desperately beg me to help you. I'm perfectly aware of how to "help" an unwelcome hard-on, but doing that with a student... Then again, I'm her nurse. She's counting on me to help her with a serious medical problem, and it's my job to do just that.
"I guess you've already tried thinking... non-arousing thoughts?" I approach your dripping member, keenly aware of the effect my body is having on it. "Well then I'll do what I can, Amy. Don't you worry." I give what I hope is a confident, friendly smile and put a hand on either side of that tree trunk of a shaft, close to the head. God, it's so thick, it's unbelievable... and it's incredibly hot, too. "Just tell me what you need me to do, okay?" I tentatively stroke the small surface area that I can reach.


"Thank you, Nurse." I sigh, relieved I'll get some help. "And, Y-Yeah, I tried thinking non-arousing, even disgusting thoughts, it doesn't… wait, Nurse Laura, w-what are you… oh, no, don't, not that!!" I whimper as I feel the nurse's soft hands stroking my shaft. My cock twitches in response, the flow increasing yet again, some of the dripping beginning to splash over the nurse, wetting her uniform, causing it to cling to her body, giving even more definition to her curvaceous form.
"N-nurse, you don't want to do this. The last time someone tried it, they almost drowned. I-I know it can be tempting, b-but, please, resist. W-We have to find another way."


I pause at the worry in your voice and look up at you. As desperate as you seem to be, you're even more concerned about the result of what I'm doing. "It's that bad? ...Well, I could try using some ice packs. Think that might bring it down?" Being covered in gunk has long since stopped bothering me, but I can't help but worry that my now skin tight uniform will cause you some trouble. I make my way to a freezer in the corner, unaware that my panty line is clearly showing through my drenched white pants, and lean down to find what I'm looking for.
"Hmm, let's see. We'll definitely need more than one. Two here, one here..." I mutter to myself as I shift back and forth, looking for enough ice packs to cover that monster behind me. At least, I think I have enough packs. We'll just have to see.
Finally, with my arms full of them, I come over to you and drop them on the bed. "This should take care of your problem, at least for now. Not the most convenient method to use during class, I know..." I begin piling ice packs onto your throbbing dick, trying to cover as much surface area as possible.


"Yes, it's that bad. See this?" I point towards the precum flowing as if from a garden hose. "Let's just say this is just the tip of the iceberg. So, I really don't think it would be a good idea to… you know, do anything sexual with it..." I say, trying to hold of the image of the nurse sucking me off or riding me from my head, as I know what it could lead to.
I watch the nurse bend down and rummage through the fridge, her ass swaying from side to side, her panties nowhere near hidden by her wet uniform, and my cock reacts immediately, the flow increasing even more, the puddle on the floor growing wider and deeper, now 3 inches deep. If it weren't for the drain in the middle of the room, I'm sure it would have already begun to spill out into the corridor.
The nurse comes back and I lay my cock on the table for her to cover with ice packs. As she does, it begins to feel strange. At first, I feel immense arousal, and a wave of pleasure washes over my body. As it does, I release a blot of cum, probably about a gallon, a gallon and a half, bathing the nurse in a splash of salty, musky batter, most of it splashing over her breasts, but some spraying up to her face, her hair, and even dripping onto her back. But, as the ice begins it's work, my cock begins to shiver and shrink, slowly growing smaller. "I think it's working, Nurse!" I squeal in excitement, trying to contain my shivers as my blood chills. But, my excitement is short lived. My cock suddenly stops shrinking, having gone down to JUST 3 feet in length, from it's new size of 7 and half, and a couple inches in thickness. Also, it hasn't stopped leaking. It's leaking a lot less, probably about a liter each minute, but it continues nonetheless.
And then, something strange happens - my cum begins to thicken up. At first, I don't notice it, but then, I see the balls of cum landing on the table and keeping their shape for some time, before they start to slowly spread. I reach for one and touch it, feeling it's consistency. It's like jam, but a bit more fluid.
"Uhm, I don't know if this is supposed to happen." Laura say, a bit worried. "Maybe it's getting too cold."


I say nothing as you completely cover me above the waist in musky, sticky cum. I can only stand there for a moment in dismay, unable to see, before wiping my eyes and going to wash my face off in the sink. You didn't give me a warning, or make any noise for that matter, so I assume that wasn't even an orgasm - that must have just been some random discharge, despite being easily over a gallon of the white stuff. I'm starting to believe you when you say making you cum is a bad idea... My office is already going to reek of cum for weeks.
"Oh, that's good, Amy! It's... um, hm. Well at least we got it down some." I furrow my brow at your "merely" 3-foot cock, covered in ice packs. It really should be impossible for you to still be hard... but then again, it should be impossible for you to have a 7,5-foot dick and cum gallons at a time. Most of the floor of my office is covered in a mixture of cum and pre by this point, so I splash over to the drops of cum and pick one up, rolling it between my fingers curiously. The musky smell of your cum is intoxicating, and I can't help bringing the thick wad to my tongue for a taste.
And at that instant, my eyes grow wide, my nipples grow rock hard, and my clit stands at attention.
"Mmmm... Oh, god..." I pick up another couple wads and put them in my mouth, closing my eyes to savor the taste. When I open them again, they look at you like a hungry predator sizing up its prey. "Well, looks like that didn't work. Guess we'll have to go back to plan A, then, won't we?" I'm already on my knees, slipping off my now-useless uniform to give you the best view possible as I grab your massive cock head with both hands and start tonguing and sucking on the cum slit. The leaking cum is so thick I almost have to chew it, but I slurp down all I can manage while moaning like I'm the one being pleasured.


"N-Nurse, w-what are you...No, no, don't OOHH..." I moan out in pleasure as the nurse begins to suck on my cock like her life depends on it. The air in the small room is getting damp and thick with salty, musky smell, and my head is slowly starting to spin , both with arousal and the smell of my own spunk. The Nurse is acting strange, but I almost don't care anymore, all my blood having left my upper head and gone down into my lower head.
Miss Jennings, who had been silent for a long while, was battling her urges in her mind. Ever since she was forced to drink Amy's cum so she could avoid drowning, she had been bathed in potent cum laced full of musky pheromones, and the only thing holding her back from jumping on top of her student and having her way with her was her steel will and determination to help her student in need of aid. Once she saw Nurse Laura succumb to her desires, she suddenly snapped, and with a loud moan, knelt down and started worshipping Amy's cumtanks. 
I can feel my cock beginning to heat up again, and the ice around it begins to melt. As it does, my shaft begins to grow again, slowly pushing the nurse back and spreading her hands farther and farther apart as it lengthens and thickens. The cum slowly turns from it's chewy, almost jelly-like state back to liquid, beginning to drip rather than roll onto the Nurse's naked body as she struggles in vain to get every single drop of my juice.
After about 5 minutes, my cock has grown by two feet, reaching five feet in size, and about a foot and a half in thickness, and the flow of cum has increased so much, it's now bathing Nurse Laura who's pushed halfway down the room, sitting on her as as my cock pushed her down from a kneeling into a sitting position, and her ample bottom has plugged up the drain.
The cum's now flowing by the gallons, gushing over the nurse, over her shoulders and down her back, between her plump ass cheeks, down her front, around and between her tits, like a beautiful milky waterfall, over and between her juicy thighs and pooling on the ground in an ever deeper puddle, already reaching the doorstep of her room, and halfway up her thighs.
"N-Nurse, it'll begin to spill out...W-We'll make a mess in the hall." I barely manage to blurt through my grunts and moans of pleasure, realizing what's coming and that I've no chance in hell of stopping it.


I'm in heaven, being drenched in this delicious nectar while I stroke and lick its source. I'm hardly recognizable under this waterfall of cum, and I don't even register your words as I continue to bring you closer and closer to the edge. All I want is more, more, more - it's all I can think about.
After another couple minutes of my enthusiastic attention, your cock is at maximum hardness, a full 7 and half feet of gorgeous fuckmeat spraying me with cum like a garden hose - and that's before you even reach orgasm. I can hear your now yoga ball-sized nuts churning and gurgling, clearly overfilled and aching to release the tidal wave you're so desperately hold in back even aganist Ms Jennings attentions. My nipples and pussy throb and ache from arousal, but I keep both my hands servicing you. Eventually, your moans and gasps reach a crescendo and the river of cum dries up momentarily. Smiling dreamily, knowing what's about to come, I hold open my mouth for you with my tongue out, looking intensely into your eyes.


The nurse is too much for my overactive, oversensitive sex drive. Her moans, her stroking, it quickly drives me to the edge and pushes me past. I can feel the last few gallons of precum splash over her and the flow ceases. My eyes roll back as I reach the peak of pleasure, and, with a wild twitch that shakes the whole desk, my cock erupts.
What was a garden hose before can only be compared to a fire hydrant now. Gallons upon gallons of cum flow out in barely distinguishable pulses, drenching the nurse with more and more, and the flow is so powerful, it begins to slowly slide her slick, naked form across the floor.
I only manage to moan and grunt with the sheer force of the orgasm as I feel my balls slowly shrinking, and the room slowly filling up with my baby batter. The pool that was a couple inches deep before is now almost a foot deep, the drain nowhere near good enough to drain away the massive amounts of thick spunk that's even begun to seep under the door and into the hallway.
My hands explore my body, going to my oversized breasts, squeezing them and playing with them, twisting and pinching the nipples as I desperately try to heighten the pleasure even more and keep the orgasm lasting longer, forever even if possible.

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Once her orgasm ended, Amy recieved a call from her mother informing her that she would be unable to pick her up because she was stuck in a traffic jam. Apparently, a pipe had burst under the street leading to the school, and a sticky and thick white liquid had flooded the nearby area.

After jumping off the school bus, you feel ready to burst. Your cock drooled precum all over the bus floor, and you can't wait for your mom and sis to help you get off. Even soft, you nearly feel ready to pop...
As you walk up the street, you see your neighbor, Isabel, out in the garden, bent over. Her hugely fat ass sticks out, her jean shorts wholly inadequate for them, her tank top pulled high to try and contain her enormous, fat tits.

I step off the bus after the flood of precum gushes out. I'm pretty embarrassed about all the mess I'm making - The school is now pretty much flooded with cum, even though I only unloaded twice - but my desperation to drain my aching balls overcomes my self-consciousness, and I race home with my gushing cock over my shoulder so my mommy can help me out. On my way, though, I take notice of Isabel's fat, round ass jiggling as she does some stretches. I gulp and blush slightly, the stream from my cock turning from precum to cum as my overpacked balls start getting ready to unload. I make my way over to her, cautious but eager, dragging my enormous bean bag chair-sized balls behind me. "H-Hey Isabel, how's it going?"

She turns to you, and yelps in surprise. "A-Amy!" she cries. You watch her face grow flustered as she stares at your giant prick, gushing cum all over the yard. "Oh my goodness… you look so backed up… let me help!" Isabel eagerly jumps forward, latching her mouth onto your fat cockhead, stretching wide as she goes further down, until the weight of her own belly, heavy from your output, immobilizes her.

I yelp as Isabel greedily latches onto my gushing cock and drinks down gallons of my thick cum. I didn't expect her to be this eager to help, but I'm more than okay with it. "Oooh... Thanks Isabel, that feels really good..." I continue moaning softly as her belly bloats to the size of a beanbag chair, my thick fuckmeat rapidly hardening and expanding to a good seven feet and rising. It's not long before her shorts and tank top burst, revealing her deliciously curvy and plump body, which only fuels the massive load my balls are churning up. It occurs to me that as of this morning, my boobs and ass are way bigger than even hers, and I begin rubbing my own huge tits along my shaft, moaning in pleasure with my tongue lolling out.

Just as you begin pleasuring the other parts of your body, the front door opens. Out come two twins, Dani and Lori Richards. The college sluts are dressed in their skimpiest outfits, ready to party tonight, their fit, toned bodies on display. "Ohmygod look!" Dani cries, pointing to you and Isabel.
"What is that beastly thing?" Lori yells. "She's filling up Izzie like a blimp!"

I begin frantically thrusting my hips as my cock reaches full hardness, spewing incredibly fertile cum into Isabel at an ever increasing rate. My mind is almost lost to pleasure, but I notice the twins gawking at me, their nipples clearly hard through their minuscule crop tops. "Hi," I manage to blurt out weakly - it's all I can manage with the overwhelming pleasure I'm feeling.

"Look at her go!" Dani says. She takes out her phone, snapping a picture of you with her sister as Lori approaches.
"You're so hung," Lori mutters, watching you fuck and bloat Isabel. "Gawd… can I help you after Isabel?"

"S-Sure- Almost- Nnngh!" I let out a silent scream of pleasure as my true orgasm hits, making my previous gush of thick spunk look like a faucet leak. It's a repeat of this morning, hundreds and thousands of gallons of cum exploding into Isabel every moment. In only a few minutes she's nearly as big as the bus I just exited, her absurdly overstuffed belly overflowing onto the street as my last few tub-filling shots burst into her. I sigh in relief before walking backward, pulling my still rock hard and gushing cock out of the dazed girl. "Oh wow, that felt sooo good. I'm still feeling really full, though... Um, could one of you help me?" I ask shyly, my balls already churning loudly as they refill.

"Me!" Lori cries. Both girls have already stripped, Lori running forward to grind atop your cock, cum blasts soaking her from the tits down. "Oh my god, you're gonna get me so pregnant..." she impales herself on your cock, crying in pleasure. "So big!"

I groan loudly myself as Lori stretches herself over my gushing girlcock. I didn't know these girls were so eager to help me unload - I'm going to have to come over here more often! I get back into a rhythm, thrusting my hips back and forth rapidly, although compared to the extreme length of my cock it doesn't make much difference. I notice Dani furiously fingering herself under her panties, whining at having to wait her turn - apparently she tries to make the best of it, as she jumps on top of my throbbing shaft and grinds her pussy along it, reaching orgasm almost immediately with a loud cry.

Lori and Dani are in the throes of mighty orgasms as you begin to inflate Lori. Their younger sister watches, cum dripping out from her distended cunt, while Lori passes the size of a couch… a car… Dani begins to worry the slightest bit. Does this girl ever stop? she wonders, even as she crests in yet another orgasm. She's gonna fill my twin so huge...

My second load in ten minutes is signaled by a loud groan and a GUSH that sounds like a fire hose as Lori's cum inflation increases rapidly. Once again, like her younger sister, five minutes of cum straight from my obscenely overproductive balls leaves her belly the size of a car, only slightly smaller than her recovering sister. It seems like my loads are slightly smaller each time I cum; in my post-orgasmic haze, I vaguely wonder how many times in a row I can cum. I pull myself out of Lori's bloated form and point my dick at Dani, who fell off of my bucking shaft some time during my monstrous orgasm.

She's out on her back in a yard packed with overstuffed belly, legs spread wide, ready to accommodate your cock. "Fill me up, Amy! You make so much..."

"Okay!" I'm feeling much better than I was when I got off the bus - I don't absolutely NEED to cum any more, but I'll take any chance I can get. Your sisters' bloated bellies block out our view of most of the neighborhood as I eagerly push my massive cock inside you, stretching you out on the head like a human condom.

"Best to let it all out of your system," a voice says from behind. Standing there is Ms. Richards, a sultry, overly busty older woman (though nowhere near your mother's size!). Her tits are contained in only a small towel, one that hangs far too short to cover her bare pussy. "How are you feeling, Amy?" she bends down to her knees and hugs you from behind, digging her enormous tits into your back. "Are you gonna impregnate all three of my daughters?"

I recognize that voice, and blush - I've fantasized about Ms. Richards ever since my cock started becoming active. Even though she's not as curvy as my family, her body is still incredibly sexy, and her sultry voice and personality turns me on like nothing else. "Um, yes ma'am!" I squeak as I thrust in and out of the thrashing and orgasming Dani.

"Good girl. Give Dani here a nice, big load; she's wanted children for a long time. Maybe they'll be as hyper as you?" Ms. Richards giggles, reaching forward, her fingers gently brushing against the base of your massive cock as Dani cries out in pleasure.

I moan at her touch, the feeling somehow better than fully penetrating her daughters. I'm quite tired at this point, so instead of a scream I let out a soft squeal as, once again, I unload my juicy balls into Dani, and once again inflate her to the size of a house with five minutes' worth of impossibly potent cum. Sighing, I pull out. My cock has softened ever so slightly, and it's now returned to spurting precum again rather than the constant deluge of cum, but Ms. Richards is bound to change that. It's getting awful cramped in the yard...

As soon as you pull out, Ms. Richards tsks at you, shaking her head. "Just precum, now? Why don't you run on home, Amy; come fuck me when you've got enough cum to fill me bigger than all my daughters, combined." She gives you a pat before sashaying off to the front door of her house, her ruined daughters oozing cum onto the yard and street.


I'm still pouting from Ms. Richards' last tease as I walk in the door. She wants me to fill her up even bigger, just wait until my next growth spurt... I shake my head and come back to Earth when I see Erica.

I smile up at you, waving my hand. "Welcome home, Sis! How are you feeling? Do you need to cum? Did you cum enough at school today?"

"School was okay... I only got to cum four times, though, so I was really backed up when I got off the bus." I walk over and sit down next to you both, gushing out cum on the way as my cock drags on the floor. "The Richards girls helped me out, though... but Miss Richards didn't want to." I pout.

"Aww, how mean of her! Did she tease you?" I lick my lips, looking down to your leaking cock. "Come inside, if you want some help."
"Mmhmm. She said she wants me to fill her up bigger than all her daughters combined, and not to come back until I could... Oh, I'm gonna go back there once I get a little bigger! That'll show her." I puff out my cheeks in frustration. "Um, okay. I guess I do still have some cum to let out..." We make the way down the hall, covering the floor with thick spunk on the way.

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I wake up a few hours later to a strong, almost overwhelming, musky, damp smell. I open my eyes lazily, and it takes me a couple of seconds to realize what I'm seeing. Then, I dart upright, splashing in a puddle of cum as I stand up and look around, my cock slapping against my leg as it swings from your thigh back in place.
"Oh, no. Oh crap. Erica, wake up, we have a serious problem." I give your shoulder a gentle shake.
I survey the room. Everything, and I mean everything is covered in my jizz - the ceiling, the walls, the lamp, the furniture, the TV, and the floor has a good inch of baby batter covering it. Some of it has already started to dry off, making some surfaces sticky. It has also started to soak into the furniture, and the carpet is dripping wet. This is such a mess. It's going to take forever to clean up.
As you slowly begin to wake up, I start pacing back and forth, my trouser monster swinging madly left and right, still not ready for another round apparently, and almost panicking at not knowing what to do.
"Oh God, this is all my fault. I should have never ever agreed to this. I… I have to find a way to get a hold of this. I can't let this happen again." I suddenly stop, a thought coming to me. "W-What if I find a way to stop myself from cumming, like, physically stop it? Like, tying a band or something at the tip during the day, and only untying it at night so I can relieve myself. W-What do you think?"


"Mmm... Amy?" I blink a couple times as you pace the room; I was dreaming about a volcano, for some reason. "Oh... yeah, this is a pretty big mess, isn't it? ...I guess we can call our usual house cleaner. Don't know if he's ever had to clean up something like this, but he could probably handle it," I shrug. I don't tend to freak out over problems; never helps.
The sight and sound of your cock slapping against either of your thighs as you walk is hypnotizing, but I shake my head and focus. "I don't know if that's such a good idea, Amy. I mean, you're still going to produce just as much cum, it just won't get let out." My eyes move to your pendulous balls, imagining the problem - if they grew to the size of watermelons almost instantly when you were turned on a couple hours ago, what would have happened if they weren't emptied?
"Then again, it's not like I know how your body works. Might as well give it a shot, I guess?" I agree nervously.


"I dunno. But, don't they say you can like condition your body or something? Like, when something happens more and more often to it, it starts adapting. Hopefully that would be the case." I say, absorbed in thought. "Now, what can I use to tie myself up?"
I pace about for a little while, and then go to a drawer where your mother keeps her jewelry, and start rummaging through it like it's my own. A bit later, I come up with a bracelet, a simple metal one, that would fit loosely around my wrist. "Ah, this should do perfectly." I say, looking at it with satisfaction. I then take the bracelet and try to force my trouser monster inside it, but the tip is simply thicker than it, and it doesn't go in. I grunt a bit, and squeeze it a bit awkwardly with one hand, and try to push it through again, this time succeeding, and the bracelet comes to a rest just behind the tip, squeezing a little crevice behind it. I wince slightly, but then turn around and smile.
"Well, it's not the most comfortable thing, but from the feel of it, I think it might do the job. Now... I think we could both use a shower.”
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I wake up with an intense headache. I still haven't gathered my wits about me, but I'm trying to remember what happened after I donned on the bracelet.
I remember wanting to take a shower to wash myself off, but you didn't let me. Not at first at least. You wanted me to stay with you for just a little longer, I vaguely remember you begging me not to go, and instead to stay here. Then we went together in the shower. There was a lot of soap, a lot of rubbing, wetness, and grinding, and incredible tightness in my groin. My cock was the only thing I could remember a bit more vividly, and it was almost painfully erect the whole time, but, surprisingly, my balls weren't swollen or huge. Looks like our little accident took care of that for a while. And after the shower, we went to bed, completely naked, and you hugged my cock like a body pillow before drifting off to sleep. And I remember the tightness, my balls beginning to fill up again right as I fell asleep as well.
I had an uneasy sleep, champagne bottles bursting open, waterfalls, me running away from a coming tidal wave. A couple of times, I almost woke up, noticing in my sleepy state that I was grinding against you in my sleep, and then fell back into slumber.
And now, finally, I manage to open my eyes. At first, I rub my eyes, as all I see is flesh, or at least a fleshy color. Then, when that doesn't help, I try to move about, and then I notice the problem. What I am seeing is indeed flesh, my own flesh, and I can feel your hands wrapped around it. I cannot believe my eyes - my cock has grown enormous, unimaginably so. It's now as thick as my waist, and as I look up, I can see it's also poking a good two feet above my head, probably at least 70 inches long. And then, suddenly, it hits me - the tightness, the incredible pressure, the soreness, the sensitivity. Every move I try to make sends tingles all over my body, and makes my balls churn audibly from below. I slowly turn my head down to look at them, and, to my shock, I see they've grown to at least the size of an over-inflated beach ball, each. And they're sloshing and churning with the slightest movement, seeming to grow ever so slightly as they shake and jiggle.
I place a hand on my cock, disbelieving, and immediately regret it, as the touch makes it twitch and pulse, increasing the tightness. I can feel the pressure start building at the tip, then slowly travel down, until it presses firmly against my groin, and my balls swell up again, ever so slightly, trembling with the swollen mass inside. I feel like any second now, my cock would burst open, it's that tight.
I remove my hand immediately, and then I lay sideways, waiting for you to wake up, hoping you don't do any sudden or unnecessary movements, lest something bad happened, and I start thinking about what to do about this little problem.


Morning sunlight streaming through the window slowly rouses me from a dream about, for some odd reason, volcanoes. After a confusing moment remembering where I am, I turn my head toward you - and my nose brushes the monstrosity of a cock pressed up against me. "What... Amy?" Like you, it takes me a moment to realize that what I'm looking at is indeed a dick that fills up my whole vision - and when I do, I'm absolutely thrilled.
"Amy!" I bolt upright, grinning from ear to ear. "You- You grew overnight! Like, huge! And your balls- Oh my god, I can actually hear them making cum! It's amazing, and- and- um, you're probably not as happy about this as I am." My excitement dies down when I see your expression; I keep having to remind myself that dealing with the consequences of your unreal body is a lot harder than simply enjoying it. "I'm sorry. You okay? ...Jeez, your boobs are way bigger, too." Not easy to see behind the pillar of flesh laying on the bed, but your tits are now easily bigger than mine, the jiggly, soft funbags nearly concealing your torso.


"No, I'm not really thrilled about it. How will I hide this monster when we go to school on Monday?" I ask, my eyes slowly moving down to my cleavage. And, to my surprise, they really have grown. They're now the size of a volleyball each, soft, squishy knockers, with nipples to match. "Holy crap!" I almost jump, my jugs jiggling for a good long moment even as I settle down. "What's happening with me?" I say with desperation, but for a second, a note of excitement sneaks into my voice.
"Well, we have the whole weekend to figure this out. Only, I don't know how I'll go out with… with this sticking out taller than me. It's thicker than my torso for crying out loud."


"Well... first we should see how big it is soft, I guess. Although I guess we can't totally prevent you from getting hard during school... er, I guess we'll have to figure it out," I frown, but then giggle at your reaction to your brand new milk jugs. "Guess it's not all bad, is it? Although you will have to find some new bras, for sure."
Despite my concern, I can't help salivating at the sight of your new body; if you didn't look about to burst, I'd already be on top of you. "Well, we know how to get this thing smaller, don't we?" I purr, looking into your eyes. "Although... maybe the bathroom would be a better place this time around."


"I… I guess we do. And, yeah, definitely the bathroom this time." I say, looking guiltily at the room outside, still covered thoroughly with cum. "D… do you want to join me in the bathroom?" I smile weakly, not knowing if I should be excited at the possibilities in the bathroom, or more embarrassed. "Well, whatever you decide, I'll be in there."
I strip down, careful not to touch or rub my cock anywhere, for it's so sensitive, I know it probably needs the slightest touch to go off. As soon as I'm naked, I grab it carefully with two hands and guide it through the doors, careful not to slap it against the top of the door frames, and enter the bathroom.


I watch you leave silently, then roll my eyes. You can't really expect me to turn down this opportunity, can you? I wait a minute until I hear the bathroom door close - gotta make a dramatic entrance, after all - then silently leave and follow you down the hall. I giggle at the taboo freedom of walking around your house naked as I approach the bathroom door. With my ear to the door, I wait until I hear the telltale pleasured moans before throwing it open with a sultry look.
I throw my hair over my shoulder dramatically. "Need a hand?" It's hard to suppress a laugh at my own theatrics.


I look back at you making an entrance, and I fake surprise. "Oh, I think I would need more than a hand. This thing is enormous." I stroke my oversized meatpole, and shudder with pleasure as the skin is hypersensitive. "Although, I don't think I'll need it for long. This thing is practically ready to explode."
I pause for a second and look you over, taking in your fully nude curves. Your ass is so tantalizing, my cock is just aching to dig right in. But, sadly, we both know it can never fit in, not with the size it's currently at.


"It certainly is." Now that I have a full view of your cock, I'm fairly sure it's longer than I am tall... and your still-swelling balls hand down all the way past your knees. I start to wonder if even the bathroom can handle the coming tidal wave... But once again, that's a problem we can deal with later. For now, I strut up to the shower and step inside, just barely brushing your leaking cock head. It's quite crowded in here, but that's not exactly a bad thing. "Hmm, and how should we deal with you?" I ask your throbbing meat pole. It only drools in response.
"Oh, I know... how about this?" Turning around, I push your cock downward slightly (hoping that light touch doesn't immediately set it off) and back up so that I'm straddling the monster like it's a horse. I'm a fair bit taller than you, so it works out pretty well, with my ass in full view and my creamy thighs enveloping the ultra-sensitive shaft.


As you straddle my drooling monster, you notice something that eluded you before now - the metal bracelet that I put around it last night is still on, squeezing tight around the base of the tip. It's probably the only thing that had saved us last night from an overflowing nightly emission. But now, even with the bracelet on, precum is leaking in a slow, steady stream from the tip, and you feel the cum churn and bubble inside, between your thighs, under your ass.
And, oh God, the weight is amazing. I can feel myself lean forward with it, dragging me down forward, ready to land on my sizeable sack. And, oh God it's turning me on. I slowly lower myself onto the floor, sitting down on top of my balls, which comfortably support my weight, and I almost cum on the spot from the added pressure on my cum containers. "That's right, Erica. Ride me! I want to feel your sexy body on me!" I purr as I feel your thunderous thighs grip my shaft.


I'm surprised you didn't cum as soon as I straddled your dick, and even more surprised when you sit down on your own massive balls and don't immediately erupt. You must really be holding back... that, or the bracelet stemming your cum flow is tougher than I thought. Well, everything breaks with enough force, I think mischievously.
I begin really getting to work, thrusting my hips back and forth rapidly while moaning like a whore. With each thrust back my thick ass pushes close to your face, and with each thrust forward it flexes and jiggles enticingly. It really does feel good grinding my wet pussy against the burning hot shaft, but I'm not doing this for my own benefit. The churning of your fat cum tanks kicks up a notch, nearly drowning out my moans as the mother of all cum shots looms near...

My knees go weak from pleasure again. Good thing I managed to sit down before it all started, otherwise I would be falling down right now. I can see the top of my cock glisten as your wetness slathers all over it. My meatpole begins to twitch violently with the stimulation, and my hands go on your ass, groping and squeezing it, and pressing it down ever so gently, increasing the pressure on my cock. I try to say something, but the sensory overload is so great, I only manage to moan and grunt loudly. My balls continue to churn and bubble, growing bigger, preparing the massive load. They're now easily the size of a beanbag chair, and still swelling bigger with each second.
"E-Eri-Erica, I-I-I'm gonna NNNGGHHHH" I moan out loudly, warning you about the oncoming orgasm. My body begins to tense up, and my hands pull your ass tight against me, your back pressing against my jiggling milk jugs. And then it comes. For a second, you can see the flow of cum increase immensely, splashing the wall of the bathroom with a gallon of cum. But then, my cock starts growing again, and the hole swells shut, the bracelet holding on for dear life.
I give a pained groan as I feel the pressure on my groin increase tenfold, and I cry out, feeling like I might pop any second, The pressure just keeps growing as my freakish balls continue churning out gallons and gallons of cum that have nowhere to go, except inflating my already beyond ridiculous endowment to ungodly proportions. The pressure grows by the second. Oh god, it's getting too much. I'm gonna... I'm going to b...
And then, suddenly, a loud bubble echoes through the bathroom, and I feel the pressure on my groin lessen greatly. But, only a moment later, I understand why. My jugs suddenly burst forth, ballooning up by at least 5 sizes, becoming huge, round, and tight. My perky, but modest ass follows suit, and even surpasses them, as it begins ballooning, each cheek quickly reaching the size of a pillow, and blowing bigger and bigger. My thighs thicken up as well, keeping pace with my ass. My hips widen to accommodate the new weight, and my whole body takes on an extreme hourglass shape, complemented with a huge tree trunk of a cock that continues growing for a while, reaching around 100 inches in length, poking the wall in front of it.


"Amy, wh- WHAAAAA!" I cry as I'm thrown around by your rapidly expanding endowments. The bucking and surging of your cock alone nearly throws me off, and I have to hang onto your now huge, firm tits to stay mounted. I hear a strained squeaking noise, and with concern I realize your hips, ass, and thighs are growing so fat you're now wedged into the tub - and your balls are following suit, swelling to the size of yoga balls and beyond.
"Amy! What's going on?!" I'm actually getting concerned about your growth now - the bracelet is, somehow, still wrapped around the end of your cock, holding back the oceans of cum your body is aching to release. I reach for it, but it's much too far away; and so I crawl along your straining dick until I can reach it, and try to pry it off. I grunt and strain with effort to remove it, but it's just too tight. It looks really painful, and I have no idea what will happen if you continue growing with it still on...


I continue to moan and grunt, letting a little cry of pain/pleasure as I grow larger and larger. My orgasm is out of control now, fueling itself further in a feedback loop - the more I grow, the more sensitive I become, the more the growing pressure inside me arouses me, the more I cum, the bigger I grow. I've grown so big I can barely move anything but my arms, my legs straddling my oversized cum tanks, now easily the size of the couch outside, and still growing bigger, churning a seemingly endless amount of baby batter into my overinflated body. My ass, my tits, keep ballooning bigger and bigger, my tits now the size of beanbag chairs, drooping heavily down with liquid, hugging the sides of my cock in a self-inflicted titjob. Slowly, my whole body begins to slide backwards and presses firmly against the back wall as my cock pushes off the one in front, growing bigger and thicker still, quivering and pulsing with the churning liquid inside, veins popping all over the surface, throbbing with the elevated rhythm of my heart.
Suddenly, a loud groan echoes through the bathroom, and a creaking sound begins shortly after it. It's so loud, it almost takes me out of my bliss induced trance. I search for the source of the sound, and I can hear it coming from the top of my cock, and suddenly, the pressure there increases tenfold, making it so tight, it's almost painful. It continues to grow, increase, the tip bulging more and more, and finally, with a loud snap, the bracelet explodes, not being able to bear the strain anymore.


Your growth just keeps accelerating, to the point where I'm legitimately concerned for my safety if I stay in the tub with you (or more accurately, on top of you). I scramble out to wait out your transformation, watching with equal parts awe, concern, and lust. I thought you were massive when I saw your body after waking up, but clearly I had no idea what I was dealing with. Your body looks like a mass of ultra sensitive flesh, your cock, balls, boobs, and ass dwarfing and nearly obscuring the rest of your body. Is all this happening just because you can't let your cum out? The bracelet on the end of your dick looks impossibly tight now - in fact, yes, I can definitely hear it groaning and creaking as it reaches its limit. With an ear-piercing crack, it explodes, shooting beads all over the bathroom; I yelp and shield my face (and boobs) from the barrage. But as it turns out, that's the least of my worries...
With the violent removal of the obstructing bracelet, your cum is finally free to stop getting redirected to your bloated endowments and start shooting out of its intended exit: your cock. Except "shooting" is nowhere near strong enough to describe the absolute deluge of ultra thick ball batter that is the beginning of the biggest cum load in history. "Exploding" comes closer, but I'm not too concerned about describing it properly as you completely flood the bathroom in just a few seconds, your ecstatic moans completely drowned out by the roar of cum. It pushes me out the door as I cry "Amy! Slow doooown!" in a futile attempt to slow the force of nature that is your orgasm.


My mind is a complete blank as all the pent-up tension finally releases. Tingles run up and down my body in tidal waves, my whole flesh covered in goosebumps. I arch my back as much as I can, screaming with the force of the orgasm, but, hidden under the hundreds of pounds of bloated flesh, the movement is barely noticeable. Although, as the massive torrent of cum starts leaving my body like water from a fire hydrant, my curves begin to slowly shrink. My cock grows smaller, although still hard, my boobs shrink, my thighs and ass deflate, but never sag, the skin tightening to accommodate for the emptiness that was once filled with hundreds of gallons of baby batter.
And as I grow smaller, the bathroom grows fuller, the level of cum gradually rising, the drain in the floor not nearly big enough to handle the overflow. The level of thick, musky liquid slowly rises, a foot, two, three, soon reaching halfway up the door, and in the back of my mind, I hear groaning and creaking from it, and your distant cries for attention as the flood pushes you to the door.
As I shrink down to almost "manageable" size, the door explodes, letting the trapped liquid rush out, carrying you into the living room with it in a great wave that sloshes around and starts filling it up until it's two feet deep.


I give up yelling quickly and just try to survive the storm of cum as it pushes me out into the living room. I've swallowed over a gallon of thick jizz by this point, which combined with its heady musk is making it difficult to think clearly.
I come to rest, finally, in a pool of cum several inches deep, the surface level lowering as cum floods the rest of the house.
"Amy... are you okay?" I call out weakly.


I stumble out of the bathroom, splashing in the inch deep layer of cum covering the whole house. My body has deflated severely, leaving me mobile again, but it still resembles nothing like it's previous self. My bottom, tight, perky and heart-shaped before, is now a booty even the Kardashians would envy, jiggling and swaying with every step. My hips have doubled in thickness, supporting and complementing my mammoth behind, giving me an unintentionally over-exaggerated strut. My tits are now bigger than yours, and not by a small margin. My knockers have grown at least 3 sizes bigger than yours, resting heavily on my chest, drooping down lightly with their enormous weight. But, my biggest part by far is my cock. It has retained it's 3 foot length, even though it's completely flaccid, drooping down like a small punching bag between my legs, scraping the floor of the house, resting gently between my two massive cum sacks, each one the size of a large melon.
I stumble out of the bathroom, my head still dizzy from the massive orgasm, knees shaking with each step. "Yeah Erica, I think I am. Are you alright? I… I remember a lot of jizz, and you being taken away by the flood in the living room." I say as I come looking for you, finding you sprawled on the ground, all covered in thick, white baby batter. "Oh my God, are you okay?" I yelp and I come rushing towards you. I kneel down beside you, placing a hand on your belly, which sloshes in response, a little bit bloated from the huge load you have swallowed. "Oh, my, you look like you almost drowned. Here, let me take you to the couch." I say, throwing a hand under your thighs and back, and picking you up, carrying you over to the couch. I lay you down gently and sit beside you. "We REALLY made a mess this time, didn't we?" I laugh.


"Ha... 'We'? I think we both know who the real culprit is," I respond weakly, beginning to recover as I playfully squeeze your soft python. "Speaking of which... God, Amy, look at you! Your boobs would make a porn star feel inadequate. And this..." I pick up your soft length and drape it across both hands, examining it. "Just... wow." I don't even know what to say about your incredible new, still growing body.
"Um, how do you feel? I'm kind of surprised you're still conscious, haha. I'm pretty worn out myself..." I groan, patting my swollen belly. At least I won't need breakfast...


"Hey!" I yelp as you play with my trouser snake, but, this time, there's absolutely no reaction. Our little mingle in the bathroom has hopefully taken care of it for a good long while. "It's not like ALL the fault is with me. You enjoyed it a bit, didn't you?" I giggle as you drape my anaconda over yourself.
I pause for a moment as you mention my growing curves, absorbed in thought. "I dunno how I feel about it. It's certainly going to draw a lot of attention. And I'm not sure that's what I need right now with my teeny tiny problem." I pat my soft meatpole. "I guess now that now you'll have to lend a hand in the matter." I blush a bit as I realize what I've just said. "You know what I mean!"
"And if you're that tired, you can go to sleep. There's time enough to get some rest, and digest your little meal." I say as I watch you pat your sloshing belly. "Hopefully it wasn't too bad, or too nasty." I smile. "Plus, if you like it, you can always save up on lunch and have some on me." I wink at you.


"Ha. Yeah, a bit," I say, rolling my eyes. "You're right about enjoying it, though... I mean, I'm drooling over your body and I never even thought I was into girls." I take a second to admire the way your enormous, full breasts jiggle and sway with every movement. "I guess I'm going to have to help you, huh? There's no way you can handle it by yourself." I lean in and kiss you, softly and tenderly after our intense experience. "Nasty? Hell, I'd drink it for breakfast every day. In fact, that sounds like an excellent idea," I giggle, before moving in for another kiss.

"Hehe, I love you sis!" I chuckle softly and return the kiss, feeling it's warmth spread throughout me. It fills me with comfort and affection like I've never known before. Oh, God, am I falling in love with you. After we break up the kiss I look you over from head to toe, admiring your body, your natural curves, your softness and tenderness. Yep, that is a body I can definitely love. And plus, you're my sister, and you're not even scared of my freakish nature. You're funny, witty, sassy and most importantly, you look loyal. If I'm falling for you, I wouldn't mind it a single bit. The thought warms me up even more.















 
