(WARNING: futa, ageplay, ridiculously huge endowments, absurd amounts of bodily fluids)

An RP over Reddit PMs
/u/LiesAboutSize
/u/growingfuta

Rina: A short, shy, scrawny 11-year-old half-Asian girl with braces and big, dorky glasses.
Emma: 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, Rina!" 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.
I spot Emma 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 Emma 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 Emma'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 Emma 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 Emma 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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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 Emma 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. 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 B cup or larger now.
I also 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. "Thirteen 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. "Rina? 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 weeks 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, Rina? 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 week 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, Rina?" 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 Rina, 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 Rina? 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.

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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... This wouldn't have been out of the ordinary if it had been my cock - but, well, it wasn't. By the end of my first 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 pink 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 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. My cock that morning was 13" 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 Emma. "BRING A SWEATER TO MS WILLIAMS ROOM AT THE BELL, EMERGENCY!!!!!!"
Thank god for friends, or I'd have ever survived that day.

It has been three 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 28" 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, Rina, 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 freaked out 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 Rina, 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, Rina'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.
Rina 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 Rina 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 Rina 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 Rina 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 Rina 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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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. Two days 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 Hemsworth." "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, Rina. And thanks again, Emma, it's nice of you to spend so much time helping your friend out. Well then..."

I glance nervously at Emma. As the nurse puts her arm around me to escort me in, my hand closes on Emma'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 this morning, 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 Emma. 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 Emma helped unclasp my bra. My heavy, and very full tits fell free, easily visible half moons on either side of me from Emma'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 Emma 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 Emma. 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.