Emma Cums On Everything (futa, hyper, breast/ass/cock/balls growth, ridiculous amounts of cum and milk, underage)
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(Sort-of sequel to Emma Starts Futa School)
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 Emma 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..."

The counsellor was nice enough to bring me a skirt to wear. Pants would probably be an issue from now on.
When I was ready to leave the medical room I got to my feet and I was immediately shocked by the weight hanging below me.
"Oh, I forgot this Emma," the doctor 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 girl 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 nearly exactly 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 liters 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, Emma, 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 go to the nurse," 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 day!" 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 doctors tried to help with my growth but it just made things 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.
"Emma, 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 Lambert 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, Emma," I smile, oblivious to any embarrassment we might cause. "Nurse Lambert and I are going to show you how to empty yourself out, so you can control your condition a little better."
"Yes, I'm sorry Emma - I don't know why I 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 show you how to empty your testicles - oh, your balls, dear - when you feel like you need to. That way you can have more control over your condition, okay?" she says as she kneels down next to your hardening cock. "My goodness, it IS quite a bit bigger... I'm sorry about what happened at the doctor, Emma." 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. "Nurse Lambert will do it for you this time, Emma, but you'll have to learn how to do it yourself, 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. I hold onto you to make sure you don't lose your footing in the throes of orgasm, which I can tell is coming up soon. "You need to stroke your penis until you reach orgasm, Emma - it helps if you cover your hands with soap first, like we did." 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 Lambert, 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, Emma. And I'm glad to help you unload whenever I'm able," I smile.
Meanwhile, Nurse Lambert 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 get the idea, Emma," she says, not slowing down even slightly. "It's really quite simple once you get a hang of it. Now, you won't be able to do this next part on your own, but seeing how interested you seem to be..." 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, Emma," 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 that hormone treatment 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 Lambert’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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I tie my hair back as I make my way to the waiting room. I still feel guilty about the effect my treatment would have on you. I was *sure* it would work, but then nothing about your body seems to go as expected. Opening the door to the waiting room with a slightly nervous smile, I look around for you.
"Emma? Emma, I'm ready for you, honey," I call out. My expression turns to shock when I see you, though - that utterly massive bulge in your skirt, and even a small puddle of precum on the floor under you. I've seen the result of your growth before, of course, but I doubt I'll ever get used to it. I'm almost afraid of what I'll have to deal with today... but, I'm a doctor. You're depending on me and I'll do the best I can.

I wait happily in the reception. My feet don't quite touch the ground in the chair, my balls resting in my lap under my dress as I kick my legs back and forth eager to see the doctor again, my dripping cock swinging lazily near the bottom of my dress.
I smile as I see the doctor and hop to my feet, nearly slipping on the pool I was not aware I was creating.
I giggle nervously as the young mom also in the waiting room look on with a look of disbelief.
Dr. Firenze has a sad look on her face as I entered the room. She apologizes again and again for what happened.
I hug the doctor. "Please don't be sad doctor, it turns out having a penis feels really good, it's just a little messy... and a little hard to control." I smile innocently, releasing my hug and looking up at her. She seems to relax, if only slightly.
"What’s going to happen today Dr. Firenze?" I ask

"Oh, I'm glad, Emma. I was worried you would hate it," I say, relieved, as I hug you back. Although I'm still worried about the sticky trail you're leaving behind you on the way to my office... 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, Emma. 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 childish curiosity.
"It's only a little bit bigger today," I say, swinging it deliberately from side to side.
"Do you think it's the biggest one at school?"

I can barely hold back a smirk when you ask if it's the biggest one at school. "Well, Emma... it *is* pretty big, but I haven't seen any of the other penises at your school, so I couldn't say. 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 - 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 the nurse had my cock throbbed and spewed precum as I felt my balls swelling.
"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, Emma. The procedure was only a week ago, and it's grown six inches since then." 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 at school yesterday when Ms.... um... when I had an accident," I correct myself.
My balls continue to swell as you lead me to the basin. "Dr. Firenze? 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 nurse Lambert 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. Firenze, 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. "Emma! 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.
"Emma 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.
"Emma 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 dorm back at boarding school I feel good as I lay in bed. I do notice a little itching in my chest but don't think much of it.

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(Emma comes home for the holidays)
It's Monday 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 worried murmuring 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. "Emma? 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 tee shirt bulged out. A pair of cantaloupe 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 head and growing.
"E-Emma?! 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 confusing 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 tiny tee shirt 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 doctor'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.
"E-Emma, 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. "I'll get the doctor on the phone, okay? Just... try not to touch yourself for now, Emma." 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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In the aftermath of my destructive outburst mom was determined to find me help. I heard her talking to the doctor on the phone, exasperated, desperate to get me real help. For her part, dr. Firenze went above and beyond, putting out calls and scouring medical journals looking for answers.
By the end of the following day she had found a promising result.
Sigrid Eklund was a 43 year old biomedical engineer from Sweden. Once briefed on my case she boarded a plane as quickly as she could to try to help with such a rare, bizarre case.

As part of the preparation I was brought to a facility normally intended for livestock research, two assistants helped to drain me of as much cum and milk as possible, before bringing me into the lab.
I sat naked on the table in the lab when she strolled in. Her blonde hair was tied up, and she wore glasses though there was little doubting she was beautiful. Her eyes went wide as she caught her first glimpse of me.
"You... must be Emma" she said, regaining her composure before introducing herself. She had seen pictures but witnessing me for real was clearly a shock.
She lifted a black case up.
"In here, Emma, is something that should allow you to live a more normal life." She said with a smile and a hint of pride.
She opened it and put on gloves before coming near me. A tailors measuring tape in her hand. "I will need to take measurements to fit the device to you Emma" she said in a businesslike way as she wrapped the tape around the base of my cock. Even flaccid, my cock was incredibly difficult to manage, my growth had marched on unabated as we waited for her arrival. "33 centimeters in circumference" she recited as she jotted it down before placing the tape along the length of my soft cock. It slumped lazily over my balls, over the edge of the examination table and the large head of my cock rested heavily on the floor below it. "102.5 centimeters... My god," she muttered to herself before blushing upon realizing she had spoken out loud. She continued, taking thorough measurements of my balloonish breasts and my flared out ass before punching everything into her phone.
A few short minutes later a young assistant came in carrying two small packages.
"This Emma, is a compression garment, it is made of state of the art fabric designed to help shrink tumours that could not be operated upon and it will help you to move around easier" she said." Unwrapping the first package she began putting it on. She worked the tight fabric down the length of my cock and up my legs until it was on, all the while coaching me to take deep breaths to prevent getting aroused.
When I opened my eyes I looked down, nothing much had changed, but the tight, black, spandex like material hugged my waist to my knees, and held my balls and cock in a constant state of compression.
She did the same for my chest, what amounted to an enormous black sports bra was brought down over my head and wrestled into place. She handed me a red and yellow capsule and instructed me to take it before stooping to eye level.
"These garments, with the medication, will begin to apply more pressure over the next few hours Emma, but it will only work if you can prevent becoming aroused okay? I know you can do this" she said with a reassuring smile "my advice is to stay busy, and you will succeed. I will be taking up residency here for 3 months to monitor your progress" she said with a smile and promptly left the room.

It had been two days now, since that afternoon. Somehow, I had managed to overcome my sexual urges.The garments had done more than I would have thought possible. My cock was still large by any standard, but it now hung in the tight black garment a mere 14" instead of the giant it had been. My balls were now grapefruit sized, it had been fascinating to experience my assets shrinking over the last day. My breasts, though still large on my small frame, were something like an E cup, and my ass was far less noticeably swollen.
We arrived at the amusement park in the late morning. It was a beautiful day, and I wore a red dress, it was easier to hide my bulge in it.