Bree
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Bree: 11 years old, 4’8”, very pale with long red hair and freckles

It's three at Erika's place.
I'm still sort of adjusting. It's different, but it's beginning to feel like home. Erika is better company than mom ever could be, I know that much.
The look on your face when you saw me was well worth sitting on the plane. You clearly weren't expecting me to look like I do. The whole car ride home you kept giving me sideways glances, before telling me we need to go bra shopping this weekend because mom's hand-me-down's ain't cutting it.
Adjusting to my body's changes is probably more difficult than a new time zone and school could ever be.
You didn't ask about my, well... I mean, we're close, but it's not like I was expecting you to roll up and say "Whoa sis, you've grown, how big is that dick these days?" If we go underwear shopping I suppose you'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 I 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 you'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 shut the apartment door behind me and breathe a satisfied sigh. Normally I'd be exhausted after getting home from work and spend the rest of the day vegging out in front of my laptop, but ever since my old roommate moved out, my sleep has improved dramatically. Carlie certainly was... "fun," but between watching TV at high volume late into the night and bringing random guys home at 2 A.M. for some *very loud* intimacy, sleeping a whole night through was a luxury. Didn't do wonders for my sexual frustration, either...
I was thrilled when mom told me you'd be moving in - I'd been missing my baby sister something fierce. I'm still overjoyed you're here, of course, but your recent "developments" completely floored me. Curves that outshine 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. "Bree? 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 I 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, Bree. 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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3 days later.
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. "Fifteen... 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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I woke the next morning, excited to start at my new school. As my eyes opened I felt something a little out of the ordinary on my chest. I looked down and the white fabric stretched over my nipples was wet, I didn't really think much of it, though I had noticed my breasts had grown a fair bit since yesterday. My cock looked bigger too, even soft. 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 a black knee length skirt on. I felt good about today.


"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, Ri-"
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. 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. 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. She glides around the front of the class, always cheery, her breasts and ample butt wiggling with her animated expressions. 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, 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 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 attempted to put it out of my mind as the lesson pushed on, but things did not change. With ten minutes left I could feel my balls were full, and they continued to inflate. 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. 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, Bree, 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."


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.
"What do I do?" I said with genuine curiosity. Judging by the look on Ms Jennings face though, something was not quite right.
"They feel warm and... sensitive," I shuddered as my finger grazed my shirt, my cock twitching a little in response.


"Oh- Oh, my. Well, I can't say I had to deal with *that*... but I'm sure Nurse Laura will know what to do. Let's go see her, okay?" I take your hand and begin walking you to the school infirmary. I've never heard of a girl as young as you lactating - especially assuming you're not pregnant - and I'm feeling a little out of my depth. I know plenty about rapidly developing curves and how to deal with them, but your body is something else altogether!
After a quick rap on the door, a young, pretty, and exceedingly busty woman opens the door with a bored expression.
"Hi, Laura! Bree here is having some... difficulties with her body. I hope you can help comfort and explain some things to here, she's quite distressed. And I hope you don't mind if I help too?" I rush in without an answer and she awkwardly closes the door behind us.
"Oh, er, alright. Why... don't you sit on the bed over here, Bree?" she says, clearly caught off guard but taking the situation in stride. She sits down in a chair next to the bed while I stand behind her anxiously."What's causing you trouble?"


I smile at the gorgeous young nurse. "I'm... Well, I'm not like other girls," I say, my eyes drifting to my skirt. "I'm, um... I have..." I struggle to find the words and look into her eyes. Her and Ms Jennings have such warm faces, I feel I can trust them. "I have been growing real fast for the last couple weeks," I say before sheepishly lifting my skirt to reveal my considerable bulge. "I've always had it, but it has been growing a lot lately, and these," I say motioning to my chest "they- they only just appeared, and... Today they are leaking, miss."
I can't help but feel the ever increasing pressure on my bra, the strap digging into my back uncomfortably. "Can... Can you take my bra off please? It's starting to hurt," I say turning around.

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(RP kinda lost momentum here, decided to timeskip once we got it back together. A year or two later, she’s a first year at a mixed middle/high school...)

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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 *days* to clean after last week'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 (4’10”) 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.
"Bree, 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.
"That bitch Jenna is telling everyone that I had sex with her at camp last summer. As if," I gossiped and we laughed. 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 you might be starting a growth spurt?" 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.
"Pfft, let her talk. No one believes those kinds of rumors anymore - not when sex with you means dripping cum out of your bloated belly for days." 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 day - 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, Bree! 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 leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, and blushed a little. Despite our frequent rendezvous, we had never really been romantically involved, and even though we fucked - a lot - a kiss felt like a big step.
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.
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 years 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. Bree. A little kid fresh 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 fucked and cum inside a dozen other girls with 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 3 years 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 showers earlier and how much I'd come to love that time, how it seemed more than physical as time went on.
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 2' 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, 18" 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 sizes 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 you've had an accident in the library, but it is the first time you've been caught with your 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. "Bree, 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.


Poor Bree... 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, Janet. Bree here had another 'accident' in the library. Can we come in?" Nurse Janet 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 Janet'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 Janet," 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 Janet 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. "Janet... 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. "Janet 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 Janet 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...four," she said, stunned as she climbed down. "Forty four 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 Janet 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?
Janet 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, Bree. Just let eeeeeeverything out..."


My cock trembles and I groan as the pressure in my balls with each passing second. I feel Janet'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..."