Her Cock (futa, hyper, breast/ass/cock/balls growth, ridiculous amounts of cum and milk, underage)
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Amy Hancock (me) and
Helpless Romantic


Amy tossed and turned in her sleep, dreams filled with confusing images and feelings involving people she knew - Ms. McKay standing in front of her with her ruler, wearing a predatory expression and absolutely nothing else. Erika, her older sister, bouncing up and down enthusiastically, her body jiggling wildly. And of course, mom, laying by her side and reaching to the spot between her legs that had been giving her so much trouble lately. Two weeks ago Amy had awoken in the middle of the night absolutely covered in smelly, sticky goop. At first she was mortified, thinking she'd wet the bed for the first time in years, but it didn't smell like pee... plus she feels strangely relaxed and giddy upon waking up. Her mom had taken care of the sheets without saying a word, telling her to let her know if it happened again, but Amy could tell it was a subject she'd bring up sooner or later.
Lost in her dream, Amy felt the images start to blur together, apparently leading up to something important...

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

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

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

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

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

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Amy sighed in disappointment as she studied her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her face was fine - a little dorky looking, in her opinion, but she was cute enough. Her short, blonde hair had always suited her just fine as well. It wasn't her chest, or her figure, although she wouldn't mind a little development there to match some of the more "mature" girls in her 7th grade class. No, her problem started between her skinny thighs and extended all the way to her calves, swaying back and forth as she moved side to side, checking it from every angle. Even completely flaccid, her cock was mindbogglingly huge. It'd always been a pain to deal with even before she hit puberty, always bulging her underwear and needing to be strapped down to avoid embarrassment in public. Now that the monster was awake, and growing at a frankly impossible rate, she was starting to think it had a mind of its own.
"Why do you have to be such a pain?" she asked her dormant member in frustration. "You ruin my room, you make it impossible to find clothes that fit... And you're so greedy! Why can't you just behave yourself?" She grabbed the drooping python near the head and glumly swung it back and forth, contemplating how she could keep it under control. "Well, first we gotta find out how big you're getting..." she mumbled, dropping the mass of cockmeat and grabbing a nearby measuring tape she'd brought into the bathroom with her. She'd just drained the stupid thing half an hour ago, so she didn't expect any problems here - but still, best to do this in the bathroom, just in case.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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