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You can expect the usual Jon stuff with this one: muscle growth, other growth, big boobs, Milkette... the man knows what he likes!\n\nIf you like my writing and want to support me on a per-submission basis, consider donating to my [url=https://www.patreon.com/Milkie]Patreon[/url].\n\nIf you want a commission of your own, take a look at how you can do that [url=https://inkbunny.net/journalview.php?id=82021]here[/url].", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Finally got word back on this long-overdue commission for \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
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If you want a commission of your own, take a look at how you can do that here.", "writing": "[center][u][b]Abstinence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder[/b][/u]\nAuthored by [iconname]Milkie[/iconname]\nA [iconname]JHelfrich[/iconname] Commission[/center]\n\n\t“What do you mean you haven’t?!”\n\n\tMilkette pounded her fist on the counter, leaning into the phone she held to her ear. “You, of all people, haven’t gotten horny at all?!”\n\n\t“Well, I mean,” Jon’s voice came through on the other side, “It’s a bet, right? You’re supposed to try to win.”\n\n\tMilkette pinched the bridge of her nose, clenching her eyes shut. The “bet” she made with Jon was supposed to be just for fun. It wasn’t actually supposed to be serious. The bet? To not have any sex for a week. That was ridiculous to Milkette. She was an attractive girl who liked having sex. A little playful abstinence was good for some flavour to the whole ordeal, but she never intended to do it! She’d been going out of her way to indulge herself, and meanwhile Jon had been playing for real.\n\n\tIn a way, she wasn’t surprised. If what she really wanted was to just get so horny, she could pop, she should have made that clearer. Jon had a knack for missing the point.\n\n\t“Well as you well know, I’ve recently upped the ante here at work,” Milkette said, “We’ve got video games, alcohol, and hot guys and girls. Plus, even some of the customers that come in are kinda cute.”\n\n\tShe glanced down at herself, at the costume she was wearing. Somehow amid the gamer memorabilia and the dark-ish bar lighting with the florescent blue light lamp back-lighting her selection of booze, she didn’t look terribly out of place... despite being dressed up like a shiny latex-clad hooker. Dubbed “Princess Jezebel,” the outfit covered scant amounts of her body. Most of her enormous boobs were on display with cleavage all up the middle, while her lower body was covered up by little more than a black, shiny thong. The tall, knee-padded boots had high heels that gave her a sexy strut, and a little crown atop her head alongside a pair of goggles made her feel like Queen of the Nerds.\n\n\t“Not to mention my outfit makes me feel totally fucking hot! I feel like we’re playing by different sets of rules here!” Milkette complained, “How are you avoiding it? Not even an errant thought? Come on, you’re thinking about me in this get-up right now. The corset’s super tight on me right now, you know. My cleavage is going to inhale my chin.”\n\n\tShe could practically feel him blushing on the other end. “Well,” He said, voice cracking just a little, “I mean, I’m just working. I have to focus on work. I can always just think about that stuff later.”\n\n\t“Well!” Milkette said, “This is [i]bullshit[/i].”\n\n\t“You’re just mad because I’m winning, obviously.” Jon took a jab at her. He couldn’t resist. He could picture her grumpy face, and even he couldn’t resist getting her worked up. She was cute when she was mad.\n\n\t“Oh, you wanna go, do you?” Milkette shot back, “You wanna make this serious? Because I will [b]destroy[/b] you, little man.”\n\n\tJon couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh nooooo...” He teased, “That sounds awful.”\n\n\tMilkette furrowed her brow. Was he... playing her? That was advanced. For Jon, anyway.\n\n\t“Oh, you keep laughin’ it up,” She said, “You’re gonna be whimpering like a puppy when I’m through with you.”\n\n\t“Okay,” Jon said, “So... see you after work?”\n\n\t“... I am so gonna fuck you up,” Milkette said, “Yeah, see you after work.”\n\n\tShe hung up her phone and put it under the bar for safekeeping. “Fagon!” She shouted, even though it was only the early afternoon and her workplace was mostly empty. There were only a few younger people in playing some of the pinball and arcade cabinets. She hadn’t even properly opened for the night.\n\n\tAt her call, a pink-scaled dragon sidled up onto a seat at the bar. He was dressed scantly as well. Aquamarine hot pants squeezed him like a second skin, and his heeled shoes were open toe to show off his painted claws. His cropped top made sure the rainbow heart charm dangling off his navel was in plain view, and he’d done his nails up all rainbow coloured and shiny to be noticeable. He dressed like a prostitute... as did several other of the employees there. “Is my shift over yet?” He asked, his voice high-pitched and sassy.\n\n\t“Your shift’s never over,” She dismissed him, “Rather, I’ve got a bet going with Jon and I need to make his dick explode by getting crazy horny. Suggestions?”\n\n\tBikew - who she referred to as “Fagon” - narrowed his eyes at her. “How should I know?” He asked, “Just... do whatever it is those cishet pigs would want you to do. Be slutty.”\n\n\t“Hrm... almost seems too easy...” Milkette said.\n\n\t“Oh? Jon... he’s that naive, innocent little lamb of yours, isn’t he? That poor dope...” Bikew sighed, “... Then, why not be villainous? Torment him until he breaks.”\n\n\t“Now that sounds more like what he deserves!” Milkette beamed, “See? I knew I hired you for something.”\n\n\tBikew leaned across the counter somewhat, staring her in the eyes. “You barely pay me,” He said bitterly as he rose from his seat and returned to the side of a young man who had been playing at one of the pinball tables. Bikew caressed the boy’s shoulders and encouraged him as he played. That’s what most of Milkette’s employees did.\n\n\t“Torment, eh...?” Milkette ignored her bitter servant’s jabbing and instead focused on her... revenge, of a sort. “... Heheheh~ Yeah. Who said playing fair was any fun? And besides... he’s totally not playing fair. Alright, Jon. You wanna play rough? We’ll play rough.”\n\n-=-\n\n\tJon sighed as he grabbed a glass from the cupboard. It was another long, hard day at work. He had been considering quitting his job at the garage and heading to another smaller operation being run up by a friend of his, but he’d been hesitating for a while. Stuck in a rut, it seemed his only real refuge was being at home with his hot roommate...\n\n\tAgain, he thought himself lucky. How did he ever manage to shack up with someone like Milkette? She was built like some perfect combination of girl-next-door and goddess pornstar, and he... was admittedly more average. Average height, slender body... decently hung, if he said so himself, but not in the range of the “hyper endowed” that he surrounded himself with. His roommate, all his friends... everyone he knew, it seemed, was somewhere on the verge of big and extremely attractive. He almost felt out of place.\n\n\tAlmost.\n\n\tHe had his own tricks. Decently hung was just his default, as was being slender. Those things could change.\n\n\tHe entertained a thought for a moment, one where he’d get his Nanotech remote and give himself a real horse-shaming dick. Just up the length and the girth a bit, make his nuts real fat... Milkette salivated over a good bulge, and he did like to indulge her. However, there was the matter of the bet. If he went out of his way to push her buttons, it wouldn’t be long before he got into it.\n\n\tUltimately, he decided against it. The idea excited him, but it was better to put it in the back of his mind and see where he was after the week was over. Of course, it was only day two and it seemed like Milkette was going to lose her mind... but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Who didn’t like a girl going nuts over them?\n\n\tThe sound of Milkette coming in the door broke Jon out of his thoughts. He wandered to the kitchen entrance to look toward the front door of their apartment to see her coming home.\n\n\tHe didn’t expect to see her so... [b]big[/b].\n\n\tNormally, Milkette was barely five feet tall. She was stocky, in that she was wide in the curves and a little chubby. he’d always loved how her cute, otherwise rather unassuming good looks were perched atop the body of a short-stacked goddess, with breasts a head and a half in size, a fat, round butt, and wide, rolling hips. To say she was impressive was an understatement.\n\n\tJust then, she was nearly touching the ceiling of their apartment with the topsides of her big, round, mouse ears. She’d grown taller, and proportionately bigger all around to compensate for the increase in size. Seven feet tall, she had to be, easily. It was made all the worse by how she was still wearing her... uniform? The shiny blue latex top she wore seemed pasted on. It wrapped around her biceps and shoulder blades and wrapped around her torso to cup her gigantic tits like supporting hands. The top, inside, and bottom of those creamed-coffee globes was on bold display.\n\n\tLong black leggings lead into her high-heeled, knee-length boots. It all cut off at the upper thigh those, exposing her wide hips in little more than a black thong. Blue latex gloves sheathed her hands to the forearm but left her fingers open. The tight cling of it made her meaty curves bubble out from the edges but seemed to make every movement she made more elegant and sensual. It was massively juxtaposed by the thin lenses of her big, round, nerdy glasses. She must have taken off her contacts after her shift.\n\n\tIt didn’t take her long to see Jon staring at her. A smile wickedly spread out from her lips. “Hey there, little man,” She said, sauntering right up to him with a practised, hip-grinding stride. She wrapped the little fox up in a hug, mashing his face against her tits and between them, hugging him tight with her arms purposefully squeezing her boobs around his cheeks, squishing them up so tight he couldn’t even talk. He tried to say something, but it was muffled nonsense. She grinned and ran her fingers through his dark hair, messing it all up playfully.\n\n\tJon liked big girls... and not the hefty sort. He liked ones that could tower over him. Milkette knew it... and she’d made a little magical enhancement to her body to make that happen. Just one of the perks of being an immortal sorceress.\n\n\tHe was just blown away by how massive she seemed in comparison to her regular self. Her breasts were like massive, novelty beach balls in size. They stuck out from her chest like a shelf, unnaturally perky and soft. They were heavy, they were hot... they sloshed audibly as she compressed them around his head repeatedly. Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze~\n\n\tHe was stiff as a board. In more ways than one.\n\n\t“Thirsty?” She asked, her voice a sensuous coo. She didn’t wait for an answer, and instead plucked the glass he held out of his dumbfounded hands. She released him and took the glass into the kitchen, where she nonchalantly placed it on the counter... and then began to peel away the blue latex that barely covered one of her fat, bulging nipples. Jon stared in open-mouthed awe as she casually exposed one of her big, pink nipples, and then shoved it into the glass.\n\n\tHe watched her knead her massive tit, rubbing and squeezing its heavy fat to milk herself into the glass. it barely took any time at all for the rich mouse milk to flow, and in such amazing quantities that it only took a few moments to not just fill the glass but overfill it. Creamy tit milk stuck to her plump bosom as she withdrew it and trickled down over the sides of the glass. Then, without so much as covering herself back up, she sauntered over to him again and pressed a kiss to his cheek. She had to bend down low to do it.\n\n\t“There you go, you little dork~” She teased, “Now... don’t mind me as I go and get changed. it was such a long... hard... day.”\n\n\tJon was practically shaking. “O-Okay...!” He said, letting her depart for her room. Jon stared at the glass of breast milk left for him on the counter, and his throat felt immediately rather dry. He swallowed nervously. It was best that he did not drink that... the reaction he’d have would have ruined the bet. Though at that point it was obvious that Milkette wanted to ruin the bet. At the rate she was going, though, she was going to also ruin his pants. She was going to ruin his clothes. She was going to ruin the [i]furniture[/i], if she kept teasing him like that.\n\n\tHe stepped into the kitchen and took the glass of milk from the counter. Holding it in both hands, he stared into the creamy, milky depths of it. It splashed around in the glass a lot like regular whole milk when he swished it around.\n\n\tThen, suddenly, he felt a tremendous pressure between his legs. It was as if in a split second, he’d become fully and painfully erect. It was a flash of arousal, not natural, to be sure. It was intense enough to make his knees buckle inward, and he nearly dropped the glass. The milk spilled a little onto the floor. Rather than cry over that, though, he bolted upright. He knew exactly what had happened. He winced as the growing pressure only mounted, and his jeans creaked under the strain of his swelling endowments. Sure enough, they were expanding, swelling out bigger, and bigger, creating a distinct bulge that ran down his leg nearly to his knee... and steadily approaching it in small growth spurts.\n\n\tMoving quickly with a massive hard-on running down one’s leg is downright impossible. Still, Jon had left the glass of milk and hurried through the apartment to his bedroom, where his suspicions were immediately confirmed. Milkette had changed into a t-shirt and some underwear, and nothing else. They looked almost comically small on her enlarged form, but he supposed that she couldn’t just change her clothing size at will... either that, or she just didn’t bother. There she stood by his dresser, looking right at the door for when he was going to come rushing in. She brandished his remote in her hand confidently.\n\n\t“Got your remote!” She said, sticking out her tongue.\n\n\t“N-Nuh... No!” Jon protested, moving in to grab his remote away from her. Milkette just held it high above her head so when he slammed into her well-cushioned front, he had no chance of reaching it. While he fussed, she pushed the plus button on it a couple more times, making Jon’s legs tremble and causing him to let out a pained moan as his dick grew even bigger. It was beginning to contend with his leg for space in his pants. A small fraying of the threads along his leg had begun to split open and tear, showing off a teasing glimpse of cock-flesh.\n\n\t“G-Give it back!” He whined.\n\n\t“No, I don’t think I will,” Milkette said, “This is mine now and I’m going to play around with your big fat dick all I want.”\n\n\tShe hefted one of her breasts up and dropped it on his face. PLOP, it smacked into him and silenced his whining awful fast. She then tucked the remote into her cleavage and stepped back to admire her work.\n\n\tJon’s shaft was very nearly a third leg. It was encroaching on his shin and looked like he’d just shoved one of those foam noodle pool toys down the leg of his pants. His balls had also significantly swelled... not nearly so big as to be on-par with Milkette’s brother, but perhaps about half that. The seams along the inside of his jeans had clearly torn open along his crotch. She could hear the threads popping even then! It was music to her ears.\n\n\tNow, Jon did whine. Milkette just grinned at him.\n\n\t“I think we’re on a level playing field now, don’t you?” She asked, “I spent most of the day wanting to eat Fagon’s ass, it didn’t seem fair that you were just... being normal, or whatever the hell you do.”\n\n\tJon went to reach for his remote, but Milkette just thrust her chest out at him and made it heavily bounce. Jon pulled his hand back quickly so as not to just touch her boobs, distressed on how he was expected to reach in there and get it. He could have, but his new, shameful erection was making him consider doing a lot more than that.\n\n\t“Now you can spend the rest of the week like that!” She said.\n\n\tJon’s eyes got big. “But that’s five more days!” He said, “I... I don’t have pants that fit this...!”\n\n\t“Psh!” Milkette shrugged carelessly, “Don’t tempt me. I’ll make that thing bigger than YOU are... Of course, you can solve this problem fairly easily.” She crossed her arms beneath her bosom, specifically to heft them outward at him as she bent down to be closer to eye-level with him. The depth of her immense cleavage alone was almost enough to give him vertigo. “Just whip it out and bust a nut,” She said, “You’ll lose the bet and I’ll turn you back to normal. I’ll go back to normal too!”\n\n\t“Normal?” Jon asked. He then got quiet and couldn’t meet her gaze as he considered this. His attention was focus squarely on her massive chest.\n\n\tShe smirked. “You don’t want me too!”\n\n\tHe blushed.\n\n\t“In that case, little man,” She said, leaning forward to use the top of his head like an arm rest, impressing herself heavily upon him and crowding for space. “Hold out for a little while more. I’ll stay nice and big for your deviant self.”\n\n\tJon swallowed again. This was beginning to look like a difficult situation. he breathed deep and sighed, trying to calm himself down. he wasn’t sure what to do next. He had options, of course, but was frozen with indecision. Ultimately, it seemed that he elected to leave his room and distract himself elsewhere. Milkette giggled to herself, delighted that she could push his buttons so. It made “bets” like that one much more interesting.\n\n\tShe had to duck under the door frame as she left the room, but she saw that more as a cheeky delight than an inconvenience. She loved being big sometimes, and all it took was a little magic. She could do it easily, she just avoided doing it too often because growing several feet taller overnight tends to get people asking questions. Fortunately, Jon had been made aware of Milkette’s powers and was okay with them. Or, at least, he had to become okay with them. He seemed to get along just fine those days.\n\n\tMilkette followed him out toward the living room but didn’t see him there. She peeked into the kitchen just in time to see him downing the glass of milk she’d left him with. She blinked in surprise, but only because she knew what would happen when he did that. It was uncharacteristically forward of him, but it meant that she was in for a good show.\n\n\tThe effects of the boob milk - be it from a curse or a blessing, the jury was still out - set in swiftly. Jon’s body was racked with pleasing tingles and immediate strain from head to toe. He gripped the countertop just to keep himself upright as his entire body mass shifted and changed. Milkette leaned against the door and crossed her arms, watching as his frame bulked up and grew. All his clothes became tighter. His pants began to shred up.\n\n\tJon’s slender body bulked up. His muscles grew dense as his over-all height increased. In a fluid, surging motion, his shirt tore around his shoulders as his mass became too much for his clothes to contain. His chest and lungs felt tight as what remained of his top clung too tightly to his newly broadened torso. An abdomen fit with a generous six-pack was exposed by the now too-short t-shirt. Likewise, his hips and glutes had broadened to the point where the button on his jeans broke off and the zipper became woefully inadequate.\n\n\tWhen the growth spurt stopped, Jon let out a laboured breath. His clothes were constricting him too tightly. he’d changed from a five-foot-seven, slender fox into something over six feet tall and toned like a regular gym-goer. His entire body had swollen up with some beautifully distributed size. His hair had even grown out a little, giving him more of a mane of raven black hair to offset his peachy orange fox fur.\n\n\t“Okay,” Jon grunted, “This hurts.”\n\n\t“Yeah your pants are probably cutting off your circulation,” Milkette concurred, “You didn’t think this through very much, did you?”\n\n\tJon did a little dance, turning awkwardly toward Milkette, tugging at his jeans to try and get them off. He couldn’t, though. “Uh,” he flustered, “Um, help?”\n\n\tMilkette clicked her tongue in disappointment, shaking her head. She smirked, though, and strode forward. She carefully got down on her knees on the kitchen floor, deliberating for a moment as if she were setting herself up for something else. Jon stared down at her as she gripped the waist of his pants and got uncomfortably close to his crotch. He throbbed in excitement despite himself and wriggled his hips desperately. Milkette flashed him a grin and brandished her index finger. Her fingertip shifted into a deep, black, sharpened claw. With one careful swipe, she dug it into his jeans to get a hold on them, then she almost effortlessly cut them open. It was like a knife through butter.\n\n\tThe loss of his pants was regrettable, but it was impressive that she didn’t get his underwear. His boxers were beyond tight, however, and his massive hard-on was jutting from the leg of them gratuitously. Milkette eyed his cock for a while, admiring the sheer monstrous size of it, before she peeled him out of his jeans like a banana. He was definitely more comfortable without them, and he sighed in relief.\n\n\tNext, Milkette tugged his shirt up and off over his head. She was still bigger than he was, even with his new and improved size. The way she stripped him out of his clothes and ensured that he stayed still during the manoeuvre, it was like she was mothering him. Even though he was six feet tall and jacked, she was still manhandling him with ease. It made him fluster with embarrassment.\n\n\tFinally, he was down to just his underwear. They were tight, but not painfully uncomfortable. It made them almost even, at any rate.\n\n\t“There you go, you big baby,” Milkette giggled, “Was it worth it? Did you show me up?”\n\n\tJon grumbled; his cheeks reddened.\n\n\tHe was no longer eye-level with her chest, so when she impressed upon him, her massive mounds squished up against his sternum and shoulders instead. They smothered him as she draped her arms around his shoulders loosely. She teased the back of his neck with her claw, until it felt as if her finger had returned to normal. The gentle scraping made Jon shiver.\n\n\t“Are you ready to lose the bet?” She asked, pushing her hips forward to press herself against his bulging crotch and bared shaft. He was practically panting. “I mean, you’re alone, in your apartment, in your underwear, with a massive boner, with a girl who’s also in her underwear...” She continued, “What ever will you do?”\n\n\tShe pulled him a little tighter against her body. Her stiff, fat nipples rubbed against his chest as her tits crowded his chin. She offered him a lidded, flirty look. “What are you gonna do, Jon?”\n\n\tHis answer came in the form of a kiss. He very suddenly pressed his lips to hers. His sharp inhale of breath through his nose was like an angry kiss. Milkette was surprised, though this wasn’t unwelcome. She teased his hair on the back of his head as she smiled against his lips, then gave herself to the kiss in kind. They locked into a smouldering embrace, calm and collected on the outside, but passionate on the inside. It didn’t take long for their tongues to flick about together during it.\n\n\tThat was as much charge as Jon dared to take. Milkette was the one to lead him to the living room, collapsing onto the couch with him. her legs hung over the side, her body cradled him against her, and they carried on kissing. Together, the two of them enjoyed making it a point to kiss for a long time. When their lips met, they challenged one another to keep on kissing until one of them absolutely had to withdraw to get their breath. Given that Milkette needn’t breathe, it was Jon every time.\n\n\tIt was minutes before they parted again, a strand of saliva briefly bridging their lips. “Well!” Milkette said, “This is more what I had in mind... none of that ‘actually doing the bet’ crap. This is way more fun!”\n\n\t“Heh, you shouldn’t have said it was a bet if you didn’t want to do it.” Jon smiled.\n\n\tMilkette huffed, and gently flicked the tip of one of Jon’s ears. He winced sharply. “Shaddup, you,” She groused, “I think it’s about time we move on to the main course, don’t you?”\n\n\tThat caught Jon’s attention, and he pushed himself up to look down at her. She was amused by the sudden, excited look on his face and the way his bushy tail began flapping around. Still, she rolled her eyes as she grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt. “Jeez,” She said, “Jons only want one thing, and it’s disgusting.”\n\n\tShe pulled her shirt up, her heavy, enormous breasts rolling into the open. His remote fell from her cleavage, and she snatched it quickly. “Oh no,” She said, “I think we’re done with that for now.” She rolled over to set the remote aside on their coffee table, safe from any more button pressing.\n\n\tRolling back, she winked at him and stuck out her tongue, though she would be surprised if he even saw it or heard what she had said. His eyes went right to her bared tits, and he didn’t waste any time grabbing them and squeezing them in his hands. Milkette chuckled, ever amused by his blatant boob-lust. To his credit, he knew just how to rub and massage them the way she liked. He set to doing so immediately.\n\n\tMilkette laid back, resting her arms up above her head over the arm of the couch lazily. Jon kneaded her fat tits like an artisan, using his soft hands to rub them warmly and play with them. He made them bounce, he made them wobble around, he mashed them together and squeezed them tight. He manhandled them like stress balls, and the sheer size of them meant he could be plenty rough and not bother her in the least. She’d always been a sturdy girl in that regard.\n\n\tAs he fondled her, she sighed and softly moaned, expressing her delight in a sensual, soft manner. Jon loved it. Her soft sounds of pleasure made the act even more exciting. It spurred him on to be more thorough with it, though the more he squeezed her boobs, the more she risked leaking milk. Eventually, it became too much, and those fat nipples of hers began to let out little spurts of cream over the globular mounds.\n\n\t“And now I’m leaking,” She said, “Good job.”\n\n\t“Yay~” Jon quietly whispered.\n\n\tMilkette chuckled. “You dork...” She said, shaking her head. Soon, she spread her arms out like she was waiting for a big hug. “Let’s do this, you little tit-monster.”\n\n\tJon needed no further invitation. He launched himself into her tits, using them as airbags for when he smacked into her chest. It was a little sloppy, but he eventually fit one of her thick, plump nipples into his mouth and sucked in hard as if to try and inhale her entire boob. He latched on and began to suck, and Milkette sighed pleasantly as that cream began to flow. It squirt all over Jon’s tongue. It had such a creamy, pleasant texture. It was warm, a little sweet in a way... not like regular breast milk, that much he knew. It was a drink made for people to enjoy, not just for nutrition.\n\n\tJon’s tail continued to wag around rapidly, and as he nuzzled his face against the mouse’s massive boob, he made little happy fox noises; soft little grunts and muffled growls that made his breath tease her erect nipple. It made her shiver in delight and shift beneath him, wriggling and squirming as he worked. He gulped down her milk with every spurt of it across his tongue. He didn’t play around or waste time. Drinking boob milk was serious business!\n\n\tBecause much like when he’d drank it out of the glass, it had the same muscle-building, growing effect on his body. Even the slightest little dollop added to his size, inching out his frame bigger and broader. What had grown into the build of a regular gym-goer and weightlifter began to swell up into what could only be described as a “hunk.” Biceps swelled, thighs bulked, glutes fattened up, and his shoulders broadened. His long raven black hair grew longer and longer, bit by bit. Milkette could feel his body growing to match her own height, and steadily surpass it.\n\n\tJon was awkwardly trying to keep his legs in a comfortable position. Eventually, he had to straddle her with one leg buried in between her and the back of the sofa, and his other foot planted on the ground. His boxers tore apart around his increased bulk. His hips had grown to handle the distribution of his admittedly top-heavier frame. When his underwear gave way, Milkette felt his absolutely gigantic dick drag up against the side of her body. It was throbbing, hard, as big around as one of her legs almost, and definitely longer. It was so massive that it couldn’t “stand” erect... it sagged under its own massive weight, just jutting outward as an utterly ridiculous, over-sexualized example of raw male virility and power.\n\n\tMost of the time, Milkette didn’t care for big, strong guys like Jon was then. Over seven feet tall, biceps that could crush her head, a dick stealing all the blood that should have been reserved for his brain... those types tended to be big, jocky dopes. Jon, on the other hand, was different. Big as he was - and make no mistake, a level of confidence surged along with his size - he was still the same scrawny little fox deep down. He was a little dork, no matter how close his head came to be touching the ceiling.\n\n\tIt wasn’t long before Jon’s body was just dominating hers. He was bigger than her, taller than her, and in many places wider than her. Two of her arms together barely met one of his. His thighs and quads were big and toned. His body had become incredibly heavy. Together, their weight was straining the frame of the sofa. Things were beginning to bend and buckle. There was a “pop!” somewhere in the sofa and no way of knowing what they had just broken. It didn’t really matter though. Pushing the limits of common household furniture was what being massive was all about. They loved it.\n\n\t“I’m telling you,” She said, toying with his long, luxuriant, Fabio-esque head of hair. “You really should stay like this all the time! I don’t know why you don’t just do it already... You know I can make that happen.”\n\n\tJon pulled roughly off her breast, her nipple popping out from the hard suction between his lips. He sat up slightly, looming over her, brazing his hands one on the back of the sofa and one on the arm rest by her head. By then, he practically had to stand over the sofa. He was at risk of just sliding off it at any moment. He was just too huge. The way he looked down at her face was a mixture of desperation and animal urge. Milkette had to sit back and take a moment to appreciate it.\n\n\t“Ooh...” She said, taking a moment to gently tease her fingers along his bulky biceps. There was a sort of... softness to his strength. His muscles weren’t chiselled from stone, but they had size. He wasn’t some vascular, hulking brute. He kind of looked like a really big, but soft puppy. There was a curve to it, too. A little something of Milkette’s own making. Whatever enchantment, curse, or otherwise that made Jon’s consumption of breast milk grant him an ever-larger, stronger body, could be manipulated. And if Milkette was going to have a big puppy, well... she preferred one with a fat butt.\n\n\tJon’s glutes were strong, and firm to an extent. But she’d given him a wobble. She could kind of see the curve of it when she tried to peek around him.\n\n\tPlayfully, she removed her glasses and put them on him instead. He made a confused “burf” sound, his pointy ears twitching up and his head tilting somewhat. Her glasses looked small on him, and she couldn’t help but laugh. She giggled so charmingly, and Jon smiled. She was so cute when she was messing around so harmlessly. Jon loved that. And Jon wanted that. So, Jon soon rose from the couch and hooked his arms under her to pick her up.\n\n\tMilkette was no thin girl. She was considerably heavy-set. She was even heavier then compared to her normal self, having approximately two feet on her normal height. It didn’t matter. Jon picked her up with ease.\n\n\tHe then promptly hit his head off the ceiling fan.\n\n\t“Urf!” He whimpered, his big, powerful self turning into a goofy puppy at a moment’s notice when he held her in his arms. He hunched down and whined. Milkette carefully moved into a position where she could wrap her legs around his body and put her arms on his shoulders. her breasts mashed against his large chest, and she was able to dip forward and kiss him on the forehead.\n\n\t“Awww! You bonked your head...” She giggled, “My poor pupper. Someone needs to be more careful, but he can’t think because of his big dumb boner...” She taunted him, lips puckered, chiding him playfully. He smiled sheepishly, but then squeezed her ass in his big, powerful hands and hefted her up suddenly enough to make her squeak in surprise. He began carrying her - carefully - out of their living room and toward the bedroom.\n\n\tIt was difficult to navigate, because by the time Jon reached the bedroom, they were kissing again. He stumbled awkwardly through the door, having to really squeeze through to do it, and soon threw Milkette onto the bed. She landed heavily, and Jon came in on top of her, landing hard on the bed and bending the frame a little under their combined weights. Milkette couldn’t wipe the smile off her face.\n\n\t“Jon, so forceful!” She said, “How unlike y-- Eep!”\n\n\tJon had latched on to her breasts again. This time, he squeezed both in his large, strong hands, able to get a better grip on them than before. Mashing them together as close as he could felt tight, Milkette winced at the rough, greedy grabbing. More than that, Jon sucked both her fat teats into his mouth and began to suck on them to draw out more milk. Milkette moaned at this voracious display, squirming about beneath him as Jon sucked down her milk.\n\n\tAgain, he grew. His strong muscle tensed and flexed as his body swelled up. Milkette could hear his body shifting - the way his muscles and bones seemed to creak, and rumble sounded almost painful. However, it should have felt, though, was overridden. Jon snuffled and whined, but his tail flitted about in ecstatic joy. Adding to the orchestra of indulgence, the mattress on her bed sunk lower and lower, flattened under the rising bulk of an eight-foot-tall behemoth of a fox... one that was closing in on nine. The bed was seeming dwarfed by him, and it was a double. The shape of it was conforming to Jon’s immense size.\n\n\tWhen he pulled back, he was absolutely enormous. Pinning her to her bed, Jon still seemed to be in danger of knocking things off her vanity or nightstand. He was able to easily straddle the whole bed, if he felt keen to, but he seemed to avoid doing so. Probably because if he did, the box frame would have surely been cracked in twain. It was as if Milkette herself hadn’t grown at all. She felt small in his presence. It made her curl up a little in an excited little ball by bringing her knees to her chest. her hands, though, were pinned to her mattress under Jon’s strong grip.\n\n\tMilkette’s heavy breathing made her leaking breasts rise and fall. She stared up at the massive fox and couldn’t find the words to hit things off. She wouldn’t have been able to speak them anyway, as Jon was kissing her again. his tongue felt so big in her mouth! It was a greedy kiss, one where he took what he wanted. Milkette trembled in excitement of being so overwhelmed... and Jon wasn’t going to stop there.\n\n\tHe released her wrists only to grab hold of her legs. She squeezed her legs together out of reflex, but it was nothing against Jon’s raw strength. When he withdrew, he dragged her to the end of the bed, dragging her sheets with her with one good yank. She squealed as she was manhandled, made to lift and spread her legs as Jon pinned them back against her body. He folded her into an upward press position. Her plump pussy was risen and waiting for him and drooling in her excitement.\n\n\tThat is, of course, when Milkette saw Jon’s dick. She’d forgotten that with his remote, she’d made it rather... considerably large. Then, with his growth spurts brought on from her milk, it had only gotten more massive. The giant log of fox dick would have been level with his collar, but he had instead slapped it down over her body, laying it on top of her. It reached from her upturned ass to the top of her forehead easily, and that wasn’t even the full length of it.\n\n\tHer first thought to contain the beast was to wrap her tits around it. She mashed it between her breasts and made a valiant effort in smothering it. Big as it was, her chest was plenty capable of taking it. She jostled her breasts up and down either side of the massive fox meat, and then hugged her arms around them as best she could to really press it tight.\n\n\t“A-Ah, heh... that’s uh... pretty big dick ya got there, sport!” Milkette said, “Y’know maybe in hindsight I... ah!” Milkette felt Jon press down on her and rise, squishing her into her mattress almost comically with one hand as he gripped his then massive dick with his other. The bed creaked and cracked as he rose to angle himself down. The tip of his massive dick pressed against her pussy, looking like he was set to piston-slam a too-large peg into a too-small hole. “Whoa! Okay there cowboy!” Milkette squeaked, “I know I’m basically immortal, but let’s not get too crazy!”\n\n\t“Oh my god,” She thought, “He’s going to get crazy.”\n\n\tShe had the goofiest, more uncertain smile on her face. A little juice squirt from her nethers as she anticipated what was to come. Was she insane for getting excited over the idea of being ravished by a cock almost as big as she was?\n\n\tYes. She absolutely was.\n\n\tShe gritted her teeth and stared in awe over her breasts, which were squished against her chest by her legs. She could see most of Jon’s massive shaft. Where the head of his cock met her pussy, she couldn’t see, but she could feel it. She could feel as he began to push down. he did so powerfully, strong enough to really feel like he was trying to crush her pelvis with his cock. It pushed a groan out of her as Jon desperately grunted and huffed with the effort. he shoved, and he shoved, mashing her up good.\n\n\tFinally, with one good thrust, resistance gave way, and he split her open like a prize. His cock plunged into her body, massive and strong enough to make her shrilly squeak. She grabbed hold of the bed; her eyes bugged as she watched her stomach distend around the ships of his massive dick. He shoved it inside with a gratuitous, wet, slick sound. She was stretched so tight it almost hurt. Her legs locked up and her toes suffered a white-knuckle curl. She seized up and couldn’t find a way to push her voice out of her throat.\n\n\t“Ngh!” Jon grunted as he pumped his hips, slamming them down to shove his cock deeper inside her. Her body bulged up front nearly to her tits, and she gasped sharply. She twisted and writhed on the bed, her stretched nethers gushing nectar around Jon’s invading shaft. She came, and when he wrenched his hips back to slam his cock into her again, she came again. Desperately, Jon battered down into her to sink his cock deeper, but there was only so much room in her body!\n\n\tShe was like a seven-foot-tall dick sleeve! The look on her face was sheer disbelief splashed with lusty insanity for having even considered it in the first place.\n\n\t“Aaagh, god, it’s churning up my guts...!” Milkette hoarsely groaned, “That’s big. That’s really big!”\n\n\t“I’ll make it even better,” Jon insisted, before bearing down on her. He mounted her, straddling her on the bed with a strong squat that made the entire bed frame sink under him. Milkette breathlessly squeaked as he took a position over her where he’d easily be able to hammer down into her cunt. The excitement she felt was palpable.\n\n\t“Okay! Yes, yes, yes!” Milkette squeaked, balling the sheets up in her hands, “Do it! Fuckin’ wreck me!”\n\n\tJon began to pound his hips relentlessly right away. Suddenly, his massive form was pounding down on her, crashing in against her body, making the entire bed bounce around. The heated friction of his cock boring into her and dragging through her was hot! She felt that heat building in the pit of her like an inferno, and the waves of pleasure that washed over her were mind-numbingly ecstatic. “Ohhhhgh!” She cried out loud, secretly hoping the neighbours would hear it. Again.\n\n\tIt sounded like a monster was rampaging around the room. The thumping and crashing of the bed against the floor and walls were downright alarming. Milkette’s end-tables shook around, things fell off them, things fell off her dresser feet from where she was getting railed. The pictures and posters on her walls started coming off, loosened by the shaking of the walls. Jon so powerfully, so deeply fucked her that it felt like the Earth was moving under her back. Her head was spinning. Every plunge of his cock made her cum. Her thighs kept sharply twitching, tensing up so much she felt herself get a cramp.\n\n\t“Annngh!” She cried, “Oh fu-u-u-ck!” She tried not to drool on herself. She failed. She looked as if she’d been fucked silly in only mere moments. She couldn’t focus on anything. She felt her grip on reality slipping away. If that went on too long, she was going to pass out! She needed him to be gentler, let her have a break, but she couldn’t speak. Every time his heavy balls spanked her ass and his cock bulged up between her tits, all she could do is scream out in bliss.\n\n\tShe was tight, beyond tight even, and not just because his dick was so enormous. Her writhing, twisting body clenched and clamped down on his cock like she was trying to wring it out, like an old rag! Jon panted from the exertion of jackhammer-fucking her so passionately, but he wasn’t going to stop. He kept a firm grip on her ankles and redoubled his efforts, speeding up, screwing her even more rapidly than before. That seemed to break her, or something approximate to that. Milkette’s eyes rolled back, and she moaned out like an animal.\n\n\t“UnnnnGHH!!”\n\n\tJon swelled with pride. She was completely overwhelmed! That’s what she got for being so adamant about losing the bet. She was getting exactly what she had been looking for. He was all too compelled to give her the reward she craved. He didn’t even try to hold back.\n\n\t“M-Mmngh! Ungh! Aaaaah~!” Jon grunted and growled, until finally he sunk his cock deep into her and just let loose.\n\n\t“A... Aaaaahhh~!!!” She screamed, feeling the white-hot eruption of cum stuff her womb to the fullest in one spurt. Past that, she was overfilled. Jon’s hot load began to gush out of her, around his cock, splattering over his balls, her ass, and the bed, and the floor, as he kept letting it all fly. The sloppy, gurgling sounds of his hot cum deposits filling her stomach into an inflated, sloshing balloon were all too loud amid their moaning song of ecstasy.\n\n\tOver the course of a handful of minutes, Jon had been milked of a tremendous load. Litres of the stuff were hosed down over the bottom of the bed, and more pasted their thighs and legs, making them hot and sticky together. Milkette had been churned up with so much cum that she felt dizzy. When she finally was able to catch her breath, she did so desperately. She struggled to collect herself.\n\n\tShe didn’t even notice that the legs of her bed frame had broken. The bed slanted down from the top. The foot of it was crushed into the floor. The odds and ends in her room had been knocked all over the place. The place was a mess. She was a mess. She felt so sloppy and goopy, like cum was just pouring out of her and she couldn’t stop it. her legs trembled and felt like rubber.\n\n\t“Ahhhh...!” She sighed, utterly content. “Now that’s a good fuck!” She grinned, all smug and proud of herself. Sure, she felt like a beached whale, but something about it was so decadently gluttonous in its excess that she felt tingly from head to toe.\n\n\t“Heh... yeah...” Jon concurred, his massive, muscled body hunched over hers, resting after his intense fucking.\n\n\t“Well, now that’s over,” Milkette said, “No more bets like that. They’re dumb.”\n\n\tJon smiled. “Yeah.”\n\n\tMilkette nodded. “If we wanna fuck, we should just fu--” She was cut off as Jon kissed her again, and passionately so. Her eyes went wide a moment, and she giggled against his lips. “Omnf! Ph’ok...! We’re doin’ this... ffn... now, I guess!”\n\n\tJon climbed atop her, and the squeaking sounds of a mouse and battered bed springs began anew and would go on well into the night.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
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\t“What do you mean you haven’t?!”

\tMilkette pounded her fist on the counter, leaning into the phone she held to her ear. “You, of all people, haven’t gotten horny at all?!”

\t“Well, I mean,” Jon’s voice came through on the other side, “It’s a bet, right? You’re supposed to try to win.”

\tMilkette pinched the bridge of her nose, clenching her eyes shut. The “bet” she made with Jon was supposed to be just for fun. It wasn’t actually supposed to be serious. The bet? To not have any sex for a week. That was ridiculous to Milkette. She was an attractive girl who liked having sex. A little playful abstinence was good for some flavour to the whole ordeal, but she never intended to do it! She’d been going out of her way to indulge herself, and meanwhile Jon had been playing for real.

\tIn a way, she wasn’t surprised. If what she really wanted was to just get so horny, she could pop, she should have made that clearer. Jon had a knack for missing the point.

\t“Well as you well know, I’ve recently upped the ante here at work,” Milkette said, “We’ve got video games, alcohol, and hot guys and girls. Plus, even some of the customers that come in are kinda cute.”

\tShe glanced down at herself, at the costume she was wearing. Somehow amid the gamer memorabilia and the dark-ish bar lighting with the florescent blue light lamp back-lighting her selection of booze, she didn’t look terribly out of place... despite being dressed up like a shiny latex-clad hooker. Dubbed “Princess Jezebel,” the outfit covered scant amounts of her body. Most of her enormous boobs were on display with cleavage all up the middle, while her lower body was covered up by little more than a black, shiny thong. The tall, knee-padded boots had high heels that gave her a sexy strut, and a little crown atop her head alongside a pair of goggles made her feel like Queen of the Nerds.

\t“Not to mention my outfit makes me feel totally fucking hot! I feel like we’re playing by different sets of rules here!” Milkette complained, “How are you avoiding it? Not even an errant thought? Come on, you’re thinking about me in this get-up right now. The corset’s super tight on me right now, you know. My cleavage is going to inhale my chin.”

\tShe could practically feel him blushing on the other end. “Well,” He said, voice cracking just a little, “I mean, I’m just working. I have to focus on work. I can always just think about that stuff later.”

\t“Well!” Milkette said, “This is bullshit.”

\t“You’re just mad because I’m winning, obviously.” Jon took a jab at her. He couldn’t resist. He could picture her grumpy face, and even he couldn’t resist getting her worked up. She was cute when she was mad.

\t“Oh, you wanna go, do you?” Milkette shot back, “You wanna make this serious? Because I will destroy you, little man.”

\tJon couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh nooooo...” He teased, “That sounds awful.”

\tMilkette furrowed her brow. Was he... playing her? That was advanced. For Jon, anyway.

\t“Oh, you keep laughin’ it up,” She said, “You’re gonna be whimpering like a puppy when I’m through with you.”

\t“Okay,” Jon said, “So... see you after work?”

\t“... I am so gonna fuck you up,” Milkette said, “Yeah, see you after work.”

\tShe hung up her phone and put it under the bar for safekeeping. “Fagon!” She shouted, even though it was only the early afternoon and her workplace was mostly empty. There were only a few younger people in playing some of the pinball and arcade cabinets. She hadn’t even properly opened for the night.

\tAt her call, a pink-scaled dragon sidled up onto a seat at the bar. He was dressed scantly as well. Aquamarine hot pants squeezed him like a second skin, and his heeled shoes were open toe to show off his painted claws. His cropped top made sure the rainbow heart charm dangling off his navel was in plain view, and he’d done his nails up all rainbow coloured and shiny to be noticeable. He dressed like a prostitute... as did several other of the employees there. “Is my shift over yet?” He asked, his voice high-pitched and sassy.

\t“Your shift’s never over,” She dismissed him, “Rather, I’ve got a bet going with Jon and I need to make his dick explode by getting crazy horny. Suggestions?”

\tBikew - who she referred to as “Fagon” - narrowed his eyes at her. “How should I know?” He asked, “Just... do whatever it is those cishet pigs would want you to do. Be slutty.”

\t“Hrm... almost seems too easy...” Milkette said.

\t“Oh? Jon... he’s that naive, innocent little lamb of yours, isn’t he? That poor dope...” Bikew sighed, “... Then, why not be villainous? Torment him until he breaks.”

\t“Now that sounds more like what he deserves!” Milkette beamed, “See? I knew I hired you for something.”

\tBikew leaned across the counter somewhat, staring her in the eyes. “You barely pay me,” He said bitterly as he rose from his seat and returned to the side of a young man who had been playing at one of the pinball tables. Bikew caressed the boy’s shoulders and encouraged him as he played. That’s what most of Milkette’s employees did.

\t“Torment, eh...?” Milkette ignored her bitter servant’s jabbing and instead focused on her... revenge, of a sort. “... Heheheh~ Yeah. Who said playing fair was any fun? And besides... he’s totally not playing fair. Alright, Jon. You wanna play rough? We’ll play rough.”

-=-

\tJon sighed as he grabbed a glass from the cupboard. It was another long, hard day at work. He had been considering quitting his job at the garage and heading to another smaller operation being run up by a friend of his, but he’d been hesitating for a while. Stuck in a rut, it seemed his only real refuge was being at home with his hot roommate...

\tAgain, he thought himself lucky. How did he ever manage to shack up with someone like Milkette? She was built like some perfect combination of girl-next-door and goddess pornstar, and he... was admittedly more average. Average height, slender body... decently hung, if he said so himself, but not in the range of the “hyper endowed” that he surrounded himself with. His roommate, all his friends... everyone he knew, it seemed, was somewhere on the verge of big and extremely attractive. He almost felt out of place.

\tAlmost.

\tHe had his own tricks. Decently hung was just his default, as was being slender. Those things could change.

\tHe entertained a thought for a moment, one where he’d get his Nanotech remote and give himself a real horse-shaming dick. Just up the length and the girth a bit, make his nuts real fat... Milkette salivated over a good bulge, and he did like to indulge her. However, there was the matter of the bet. If he went out of his way to push her buttons, it wouldn’t be long before he got into it.

\tUltimately, he decided against it. The idea excited him, but it was better to put it in the back of his mind and see where he was after the week was over. Of course, it was only day two and it seemed like Milkette was going to lose her mind... but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Who didn’t like a girl going nuts over them?

\tThe sound of Milkette coming in the door broke Jon out of his thoughts. He wandered to the kitchen entrance to look toward the front door of their apartment to see her coming home.

\tHe didn’t expect to see her so... big.

\tNormally, Milkette was barely five feet tall. She was stocky, in that she was wide in the curves and a little chubby. he’d always loved how her cute, otherwise rather unassuming good looks were perched atop the body of a short-stacked goddess, with breasts a head and a half in size, a fat, round butt, and wide, rolling hips. To say she was impressive was an understatement.

\tJust then, she was nearly touching the ceiling of their apartment with the topsides of her big, round, mouse ears. She’d grown taller, and proportionately bigger all around to compensate for the increase in size. Seven feet tall, she had to be, easily. It was made all the worse by how she was still wearing her... uniform? The shiny blue latex top she wore seemed pasted on. It wrapped around her biceps and shoulder blades and wrapped around her torso to cup her gigantic tits like supporting hands. The top, inside, and bottom of those creamed-coffee globes was on bold display.

\tLong black leggings lead into her high-heeled, knee-length boots. It all cut off at the upper thigh those, exposing her wide hips in little more than a black thong. Blue latex gloves sheathed her hands to the forearm but left her fingers open. The tight cling of it made her meaty curves bubble out from the edges but seemed to make every movement she made more elegant and sensual. It was massively juxtaposed by the thin lenses of her big, round, nerdy glasses. She must have taken off her contacts after her shift.

\tIt didn’t take her long to see Jon staring at her. A smile wickedly spread out from her lips. “Hey there, little man,” She said, sauntering right up to him with a practised, hip-grinding stride. She wrapped the little fox up in a hug, mashing his face against her tits and between them, hugging him tight with her arms purposefully squeezing her boobs around his cheeks, squishing them up so tight he couldn’t even talk. He tried to say something, but it was muffled nonsense. She grinned and ran her fingers through his dark hair, messing it all up playfully.

\tJon liked big girls... and not the hefty sort. He liked ones that could tower over him. Milkette knew it... and she’d made a little magical enhancement to her body to make that happen. Just one of the perks of being an immortal sorceress.

\tHe was just blown away by how massive she seemed in comparison to her regular self. Her breasts were like massive, novelty beach balls in size. They stuck out from her chest like a shelf, unnaturally perky and soft. They were heavy, they were hot... they sloshed audibly as she compressed them around his head repeatedly. Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze~

\tHe was stiff as a board. In more ways than one.

\t“Thirsty?” She asked, her voice a sensuous coo. She didn’t wait for an answer, and instead plucked the glass he held out of his dumbfounded hands. She released him and took the glass into the kitchen, where she nonchalantly placed it on the counter... and then began to peel away the blue latex that barely covered one of her fat, bulging nipples. Jon stared in open-mouthed awe as she casually exposed one of her big, pink nipples, and then shoved it into the glass.

\tHe watched her knead her massive tit, rubbing and squeezing its heavy fat to milk herself into the glass. it barely took any time at all for the rich mouse milk to flow, and in such amazing quantities that it only took a few moments to not just fill the glass but overfill it. Creamy tit milk stuck to her plump bosom as she withdrew it and trickled down over the sides of the glass. Then, without so much as covering herself back up, she sauntered over to him again and pressed a kiss to his cheek. She had to bend down low to do it.

\t“There you go, you little dork~” She teased, “Now... don’t mind me as I go and get changed. it was such a long... hard... day.”

\tJon was practically shaking. “O-Okay...!” He said, letting her depart for her room. Jon stared at the glass of breast milk left for him on the counter, and his throat felt immediately rather dry. He swallowed nervously. It was best that he did not drink that... the reaction he’d have would have ruined the bet. Though at that point it was obvious that Milkette wanted to ruin the bet. At the rate she was going, though, she was going to also ruin his pants. She was going to ruin his clothes. She was going to ruin the furniture, if she kept teasing him like that.

\tHe stepped into the kitchen and took the glass of milk from the counter. Holding it in both hands, he stared into the creamy, milky depths of it. It splashed around in the glass a lot like regular whole milk when he swished it around.

\tThen, suddenly, he felt a tremendous pressure between his legs. It was as if in a split second, he’d become fully and painfully erect. It was a flash of arousal, not natural, to be sure. It was intense enough to make his knees buckle inward, and he nearly dropped the glass. The milk spilled a little onto the floor. Rather than cry over that, though, he bolted upright. He knew exactly what had happened. He winced as the growing pressure only mounted, and his jeans creaked under the strain of his swelling endowments. Sure enough, they were expanding, swelling out bigger, and bigger, creating a distinct bulge that ran down his leg nearly to his knee... and steadily approaching it in small growth spurts.

\tMoving quickly with a massive hard-on running down one’s leg is downright impossible. Still, Jon had left the glass of milk and hurried through the apartment to his bedroom, where his suspicions were immediately confirmed. Milkette had changed into a t-shirt and some underwear, and nothing else. They looked almost comically small on her enlarged form, but he supposed that she couldn’t just change her clothing size at will... either that, or she just didn’t bother. There she stood by his dresser, looking right at the door for when he was going to come rushing in. She brandished his remote in her hand confidently.

\t“Got your remote!” She said, sticking out her tongue.

\t“N-Nuh... No!” Jon protested, moving in to grab his remote away from her. Milkette just held it high above her head so when he slammed into her well-cushioned front, he had no chance of reaching it. While he fussed, she pushed the plus button on it a couple more times, making Jon’s legs tremble and causing him to let out a pained moan as his dick grew even bigger. It was beginning to contend with his leg for space in his pants. A small fraying of the threads along his leg had begun to split open and tear, showing off a teasing glimpse of cock-flesh.

\t“G-Give it back!” He whined.

\t“No, I don’t think I will,” Milkette said, “This is mine now and I’m going to play around with your big fat dick all I want.”

\tShe hefted one of her breasts up and dropped it on his face. PLOP, it smacked into him and silenced his whining awful fast. She then tucked the remote into her cleavage and stepped back to admire her work.

\tJon’s shaft was very nearly a third leg. It was encroaching on his shin and looked like he’d just shoved one of those foam noodle pool toys down the leg of his pants. His balls had also significantly swelled... not nearly so big as to be on-par with Milkette’s brother, but perhaps about half that. The seams along the inside of his jeans had clearly torn open along his crotch. She could hear the threads popping even then! It was music to her ears.

\tNow, Jon did whine. Milkette just grinned at him.

\t“I think we’re on a level playing field now, don’t you?” She asked, “I spent most of the day wanting to eat Fagon’s ass, it didn’t seem fair that you were just... being normal, or whatever the hell you do.”

\tJon went to reach for his remote, but Milkette just thrust her chest out at him and made it heavily bounce. Jon pulled his hand back quickly so as not to just touch her boobs, distressed on how he was expected to reach in there and get it. He could have, but his new, shameful erection was making him consider doing a lot more than that.

\t“Now you can spend the rest of the week like that!” She said.

\tJon’s eyes got big. “But that’s five more days!” He said, “I... I don’t have pants that fit this...!”

\t“Psh!” Milkette shrugged carelessly, “Don’t tempt me. I’ll make that thing bigger than YOU are... Of course, you can solve this problem fairly easily.” She crossed her arms beneath her bosom, specifically to heft them outward at him as she bent down to be closer to eye-level with him. The depth of her immense cleavage alone was almost enough to give him vertigo. “Just whip it out and bust a nut,” She said, “You’ll lose the bet and I’ll turn you back to normal. I’ll go back to normal too!”

\t“Normal?” Jon asked. He then got quiet and couldn’t meet her gaze as he considered this. His attention was focus squarely on her massive chest.

\tShe smirked. “You don’t want me too!”

\tHe blushed.

\t“In that case, little man,” She said, leaning forward to use the top of his head like an arm rest, impressing herself heavily upon him and crowding for space. “Hold out for a little while more. I’ll stay nice and big for your deviant self.”

\tJon swallowed again. This was beginning to look like a difficult situation. he breathed deep and sighed, trying to calm himself down. he wasn’t sure what to do next. He had options, of course, but was frozen with indecision. Ultimately, it seemed that he elected to leave his room and distract himself elsewhere. Milkette giggled to herself, delighted that she could push his buttons so. It made “bets” like that one much more interesting.

\tShe had to duck under the door frame as she left the room, but she saw that more as a cheeky delight than an inconvenience. She loved being big sometimes, and all it took was a little magic. She could do it easily, she just avoided doing it too often because growing several feet taller overnight tends to get people asking questions. Fortunately, Jon had been made aware of Milkette’s powers and was okay with them. Or, at least, he had to become okay with them. He seemed to get along just fine those days.

\tMilkette followed him out toward the living room but didn’t see him there. She peeked into the kitchen just in time to see him downing the glass of milk she’d left him with. She blinked in surprise, but only because she knew what would happen when he did that. It was uncharacteristically forward of him, but it meant that she was in for a good show.

\tThe effects of the boob milk - be it from a curse or a blessing, the jury was still out - set in swiftly. Jon’s body was racked with pleasing tingles and immediate strain from head to toe. He gripped the countertop just to keep himself upright as his entire body mass shifted and changed. Milkette leaned against the door and crossed her arms, watching as his frame bulked up and grew. All his clothes became tighter. His pants began to shred up.

\tJon’s slender body bulked up. His muscles grew dense as his over-all height increased. In a fluid, surging motion, his shirt tore around his shoulders as his mass became too much for his clothes to contain. His chest and lungs felt tight as what remained of his top clung too tightly to his newly broadened torso. An abdomen fit with a generous six-pack was exposed by the now too-short t-shirt. Likewise, his hips and glutes had broadened to the point where the button on his jeans broke off and the zipper became woefully inadequate.

\tWhen the growth spurt stopped, Jon let out a laboured breath. His clothes were constricting him too tightly. he’d changed from a five-foot-seven, slender fox into something over six feet tall and toned like a regular gym-goer. His entire body had swollen up with some beautifully distributed size. His hair had even grown out a little, giving him more of a mane of raven black hair to offset his peachy orange fox fur.

\t“Okay,” Jon grunted, “This hurts.”

\t“Yeah your pants are probably cutting off your circulation,” Milkette concurred, “You didn’t think this through very much, did you?”

\tJon did a little dance, turning awkwardly toward Milkette, tugging at his jeans to try and get them off. He couldn’t, though. “Uh,” he flustered, “Um, help?”

\tMilkette clicked her tongue in disappointment, shaking her head. She smirked, though, and strode forward. She carefully got down on her knees on the kitchen floor, deliberating for a moment as if she were setting herself up for something else. Jon stared down at her as she gripped the waist of his pants and got uncomfortably close to his crotch. He throbbed in excitement despite himself and wriggled his hips desperately. Milkette flashed him a grin and brandished her index finger. Her fingertip shifted into a deep, black, sharpened claw. With one careful swipe, she dug it into his jeans to get a hold on them, then she almost effortlessly cut them open. It was like a knife through butter.

\tThe loss of his pants was regrettable, but it was impressive that she didn’t get his underwear. His boxers were beyond tight, however, and his massive hard-on was jutting from the leg of them gratuitously. Milkette eyed his cock for a while, admiring the sheer monstrous size of it, before she peeled him out of his jeans like a banana. He was definitely more comfortable without them, and he sighed in relief.

\tNext, Milkette tugged his shirt up and off over his head. She was still bigger than he was, even with his new and improved size. The way she stripped him out of his clothes and ensured that he stayed still during the manoeuvre, it was like she was mothering him. Even though he was six feet tall and jacked, she was still manhandling him with ease. It made him fluster with embarrassment.

\tFinally, he was down to just his underwear. They were tight, but not painfully uncomfortable. It made them almost even, at any rate.

\t“There you go, you big baby,” Milkette giggled, “Was it worth it? Did you show me up?”

\tJon grumbled; his cheeks reddened.

\tHe was no longer eye-level with her chest, so when she impressed upon him, her massive mounds squished up against his sternum and shoulders instead. They smothered him as she draped her arms around his shoulders loosely. She teased the back of his neck with her claw, until it felt as if her finger had returned to normal. The gentle scraping made Jon shiver.

\t“Are you ready to lose the bet?” She asked, pushing her hips forward to press herself against his bulging crotch and bared shaft. He was practically panting. “I mean, you’re alone, in your apartment, in your underwear, with a massive boner, with a girl who’s also in her underwear...” She continued, “What ever will you do?”

\tShe pulled him a little tighter against her body. Her stiff, fat nipples rubbed against his chest as her tits crowded his chin. She offered him a lidded, flirty look. “What are you gonna do, Jon?”

\tHis answer came in the form of a kiss. He very suddenly pressed his lips to hers. His sharp inhale of breath through his nose was like an angry kiss. Milkette was surprised, though this wasn’t unwelcome. She teased his hair on the back of his head as she smiled against his lips, then gave herself to the kiss in kind. They locked into a smouldering embrace, calm and collected on the outside, but passionate on the inside. It didn’t take long for their tongues to flick about together during it.

\tThat was as much charge as Jon dared to take. Milkette was the one to lead him to the living room, collapsing onto the couch with him. her legs hung over the side, her body cradled him against her, and they carried on kissing. Together, the two of them enjoyed making it a point to kiss for a long time. When their lips met, they challenged one another to keep on kissing until one of them absolutely had to withdraw to get their breath. Given that Milkette needn’t breathe, it was Jon every time.

\tIt was minutes before they parted again, a strand of saliva briefly bridging their lips. “Well!” Milkette said, “This is more what I had in mind... none of that ‘actually doing the bet’ crap. This is way more fun!”

\t“Heh, you shouldn’t have said it was a bet if you didn’t want to do it.” Jon smiled.

\tMilkette huffed, and gently flicked the tip of one of Jon’s ears. He winced sharply. “Shaddup, you,” She groused, “I think it’s about time we move on to the main course, don’t you?”

\tThat caught Jon’s attention, and he pushed himself up to look down at her. She was amused by the sudden, excited look on his face and the way his bushy tail began flapping around. Still, she rolled her eyes as she grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt. “Jeez,” She said, “Jons only want one thing, and it’s disgusting.”

\tShe pulled her shirt up, her heavy, enormous breasts rolling into the open. His remote fell from her cleavage, and she snatched it quickly. “Oh no,” She said, “I think we’re done with that for now.” She rolled over to set the remote aside on their coffee table, safe from any more button pressing.

\tRolling back, she winked at him and stuck out her tongue, though she would be surprised if he even saw it or heard what she had said. His eyes went right to her bared tits, and he didn’t waste any time grabbing them and squeezing them in his hands. Milkette chuckled, ever amused by his blatant boob-lust. To his credit, he knew just how to rub and massage them the way she liked. He set to doing so immediately.

\tMilkette laid back, resting her arms up above her head over the arm of the couch lazily. Jon kneaded her fat tits like an artisan, using his soft hands to rub them warmly and play with them. He made them bounce, he made them wobble around, he mashed them together and squeezed them tight. He manhandled them like stress balls, and the sheer size of them meant he could be plenty rough and not bother her in the least. She’d always been a sturdy girl in that regard.

\tAs he fondled her, she sighed and softly moaned, expressing her delight in a sensual, soft manner. Jon loved it. Her soft sounds of pleasure made the act even more exciting. It spurred him on to be more thorough with it, though the more he squeezed her boobs, the more she risked leaking milk. Eventually, it became too much, and those fat nipples of hers began to let out little spurts of cream over the globular mounds.

\t“And now I’m leaking,” She said, “Good job.”

\t“Yay~” Jon quietly whispered.

\tMilkette chuckled. “You dork...” She said, shaking her head. Soon, she spread her arms out like she was waiting for a big hug. “Let’s do this, you little tit-monster.”

\tJon needed no further invitation. He launched himself into her tits, using them as airbags for when he smacked into her chest. It was a little sloppy, but he eventually fit one of her thick, plump nipples into his mouth and sucked in hard as if to try and inhale her entire boob. He latched on and began to suck, and Milkette sighed pleasantly as that cream began to flow. It squirt all over Jon’s tongue. It had such a creamy, pleasant texture. It was warm, a little sweet in a way... not like regular breast milk, that much he knew. It was a drink made for people to enjoy, not just for nutrition.

\tJon’s tail continued to wag around rapidly, and as he nuzzled his face against the mouse’s massive boob, he made little happy fox noises; soft little grunts and muffled growls that made his breath tease her erect nipple. It made her shiver in delight and shift beneath him, wriggling and squirming as he worked. He gulped down her milk with every spurt of it across his tongue. He didn’t play around or waste time. Drinking boob milk was serious business!

\tBecause much like when he’d drank it out of the glass, it had the same muscle-building, growing effect on his body. Even the slightest little dollop added to his size, inching out his frame bigger and broader. What had grown into the build of a regular gym-goer and weightlifter began to swell up into what could only be described as a “hunk.” Biceps swelled, thighs bulked, glutes fattened up, and his shoulders broadened. His long raven black hair grew longer and longer, bit by bit. Milkette could feel his body growing to match her own height, and steadily surpass it.

\tJon was awkwardly trying to keep his legs in a comfortable position. Eventually, he had to straddle her with one leg buried in between her and the back of the sofa, and his other foot planted on the ground. His boxers tore apart around his increased bulk. His hips had grown to handle the distribution of his admittedly top-heavier frame. When his underwear gave way, Milkette felt his absolutely gigantic dick drag up against the side of her body. It was throbbing, hard, as big around as one of her legs almost, and definitely longer. It was so massive that it couldn’t “stand” erect... it sagged under its own massive weight, just jutting outward as an utterly ridiculous, over-sexualized example of raw male virility and power.

\tMost of the time, Milkette didn’t care for big, strong guys like Jon was then. Over seven feet tall, biceps that could crush her head, a dick stealing all the blood that should have been reserved for his brain... those types tended to be big, jocky dopes. Jon, on the other hand, was different. Big as he was - and make no mistake, a level of confidence surged along with his size - he was still the same scrawny little fox deep down. He was a little dork, no matter how close his head came to be touching the ceiling.

\tIt wasn’t long before Jon’s body was just dominating hers. He was bigger than her, taller than her, and in many places wider than her. Two of her arms together barely met one of his. His thighs and quads were big and toned. His body had become incredibly heavy. Together, their weight was straining the frame of the sofa. Things were beginning to bend and buckle. There was a “pop!” somewhere in the sofa and no way of knowing what they had just broken. It didn’t really matter though. Pushing the limits of common household furniture was what being massive was all about. They loved it.

\t“I’m telling you,” She said, toying with his long, luxuriant, Fabio-esque head of hair. “You really should stay like this all the time! I don’t know why you don’t just do it already... You know I can make that happen.”

\tJon pulled roughly off her breast, her nipple popping out from the hard suction between his lips. He sat up slightly, looming over her, brazing his hands one on the back of the sofa and one on the arm rest by her head. By then, he practically had to stand over the sofa. He was at risk of just sliding off it at any moment. He was just too huge. The way he looked down at her face was a mixture of desperation and animal urge. Milkette had to sit back and take a moment to appreciate it.

\t“Ooh...” She said, taking a moment to gently tease her fingers along his bulky biceps. There was a sort of... softness to his strength. His muscles weren’t chiselled from stone, but they had size. He wasn’t some vascular, hulking brute. He kind of looked like a really big, but soft puppy. There was a curve to it, too. A little something of Milkette’s own making. Whatever enchantment, curse, or otherwise that made Jon’s consumption of breast milk grant him an ever-larger, stronger body, could be manipulated. And if Milkette was going to have a big puppy, well... she preferred one with a fat butt.

\tJon’s glutes were strong, and firm to an extent. But she’d given him a wobble. She could kind of see the curve of it when she tried to peek around him.

\tPlayfully, she removed her glasses and put them on him instead. He made a confused “burf” sound, his pointy ears twitching up and his head tilting somewhat. Her glasses looked small on him, and she couldn’t help but laugh. She giggled so charmingly, and Jon smiled. She was so cute when she was messing around so harmlessly. Jon loved that. And Jon wanted that. So, Jon soon rose from the couch and hooked his arms under her to pick her up.

\tMilkette was no thin girl. She was considerably heavy-set. She was even heavier then compared to her normal self, having approximately two feet on her normal height. It didn’t matter. Jon picked her up with ease.

\tHe then promptly hit his head off the ceiling fan.

\t“Urf!” He whimpered, his big, powerful self turning into a goofy puppy at a moment’s notice when he held her in his arms. He hunched down and whined. Milkette carefully moved into a position where she could wrap her legs around his body and put her arms on his shoulders. her breasts mashed against his large chest, and she was able to dip forward and kiss him on the forehead.

\t“Awww! You bonked your head...” She giggled, “My poor pupper. Someone needs to be more careful, but he can’t think because of his big dumb boner...” She taunted him, lips puckered, chiding him playfully. He smiled sheepishly, but then squeezed her ass in his big, powerful hands and hefted her up suddenly enough to make her squeak in surprise. He began carrying her - carefully - out of their living room and toward the bedroom.

\tIt was difficult to navigate, because by the time Jon reached the bedroom, they were kissing again. He stumbled awkwardly through the door, having to really squeeze through to do it, and soon threw Milkette onto the bed. She landed heavily, and Jon came in on top of her, landing hard on the bed and bending the frame a little under their combined weights. Milkette couldn’t wipe the smile off her face.

\t“Jon, so forceful!” She said, “How unlike y-- Eep!”

\tJon had latched on to her breasts again. This time, he squeezed both in his large, strong hands, able to get a better grip on them than before. Mashing them together as close as he could felt tight, Milkette winced at the rough, greedy grabbing. More than that, Jon sucked both her fat teats into his mouth and began to suck on them to draw out more milk. Milkette moaned at this voracious display, squirming about beneath him as Jon sucked down her milk.

\tAgain, he grew. His strong muscle tensed and flexed as his body swelled up. Milkette could hear his body shifting - the way his muscles and bones seemed to creak, and rumble sounded almost painful. However, it should have felt, though, was overridden. Jon snuffled and whined, but his tail flitted about in ecstatic joy. Adding to the orchestra of indulgence, the mattress on her bed sunk lower and lower, flattened under the rising bulk of an eight-foot-tall behemoth of a fox... one that was closing in on nine. The bed was seeming dwarfed by him, and it was a double. The shape of it was conforming to Jon’s immense size.

\tWhen he pulled back, he was absolutely enormous. Pinning her to her bed, Jon still seemed to be in danger of knocking things off her vanity or nightstand. He was able to easily straddle the whole bed, if he felt keen to, but he seemed to avoid doing so. Probably because if he did, the box frame would have surely been cracked in twain. It was as if Milkette herself hadn’t grown at all. She felt small in his presence. It made her curl up a little in an excited little ball by bringing her knees to her chest. her hands, though, were pinned to her mattress under Jon’s strong grip.

\tMilkette’s heavy breathing made her leaking breasts rise and fall. She stared up at the massive fox and couldn’t find the words to hit things off. She wouldn’t have been able to speak them anyway, as Jon was kissing her again. his tongue felt so big in her mouth! It was a greedy kiss, one where he took what he wanted. Milkette trembled in excitement of being so overwhelmed... and Jon wasn’t going to stop there.

\tHe released her wrists only to grab hold of her legs. She squeezed her legs together out of reflex, but it was nothing against Jon’s raw strength. When he withdrew, he dragged her to the end of the bed, dragging her sheets with her with one good yank. She squealed as she was manhandled, made to lift and spread her legs as Jon pinned them back against her body. He folded her into an upward press position. Her plump pussy was risen and waiting for him and drooling in her excitement.

\tThat is, of course, when Milkette saw Jon’s dick. She’d forgotten that with his remote, she’d made it rather... considerably large. Then, with his growth spurts brought on from her milk, it had only gotten more massive. The giant log of fox dick would have been level with his collar, but he had instead slapped it down over her body, laying it on top of her. It reached from her upturned ass to the top of her forehead easily, and that wasn’t even the full length of it.

\tHer first thought to contain the beast was to wrap her tits around it. She mashed it between her breasts and made a valiant effort in smothering it. Big as it was, her chest was plenty capable of taking it. She jostled her breasts up and down either side of the massive fox meat, and then hugged her arms around them as best she could to really press it tight.

\t“A-Ah, heh... that’s uh... pretty big dick ya got there, sport!” Milkette said, “Y’know maybe in hindsight I... ah!” Milkette felt Jon press down on her and rise, squishing her into her mattress almost comically with one hand as he gripped his then massive dick with his other. The bed creaked and cracked as he rose to angle himself down. The tip of his massive dick pressed against her pussy, looking like he was set to piston-slam a too-large peg into a too-small hole. “Whoa! Okay there cowboy!” Milkette squeaked, “I know I’m basically immortal, but let’s not get too crazy!”

\t“Oh my god,” She thought, “He’s going to get crazy.”

\tShe had the goofiest, more uncertain smile on her face. A little juice squirt from her nethers as she anticipated what was to come. Was she insane for getting excited over the idea of being ravished by a cock almost as big as she was?

\tYes. She absolutely was.

\tShe gritted her teeth and stared in awe over her breasts, which were squished against her chest by her legs. She could see most of Jon’s massive shaft. Where the head of his cock met her pussy, she couldn’t see, but she could feel it. She could feel as he began to push down. he did so powerfully, strong enough to really feel like he was trying to crush her pelvis with his cock. It pushed a groan out of her as Jon desperately grunted and huffed with the effort. he shoved, and he shoved, mashing her up good.

\tFinally, with one good thrust, resistance gave way, and he split her open like a prize. His cock plunged into her body, massive and strong enough to make her shrilly squeak. She grabbed hold of the bed; her eyes bugged as she watched her stomach distend around the ships of his massive dick. He shoved it inside with a gratuitous, wet, slick sound. She was stretched so tight it almost hurt. Her legs locked up and her toes suffered a white-knuckle curl. She seized up and couldn’t find a way to push her voice out of her throat.

\t“Ngh!” Jon grunted as he pumped his hips, slamming them down to shove his cock deeper inside her. Her body bulged up front nearly to her tits, and she gasped sharply. She twisted and writhed on the bed, her stretched nethers gushing nectar around Jon’s invading shaft. She came, and when he wrenched his hips back to slam his cock into her again, she came again. Desperately, Jon battered down into her to sink his cock deeper, but there was only so much room in her body!

\tShe was like a seven-foot-tall dick sleeve! The look on her face was sheer disbelief splashed with lusty insanity for having even considered it in the first place.

\t“Aaagh, god, it’s churning up my guts...!” Milkette hoarsely groaned, “That’s big. That’s really big!”

\t“I’ll make it even better,” Jon insisted, before bearing down on her. He mounted her, straddling her on the bed with a strong squat that made the entire bed frame sink under him. Milkette breathlessly squeaked as he took a position over her where he’d easily be able to hammer down into her cunt. The excitement she felt was palpable.

\t“Okay! Yes, yes, yes!” Milkette squeaked, balling the sheets up in her hands, “Do it! Fuckin’ wreck me!”

\tJon began to pound his hips relentlessly right away. Suddenly, his massive form was pounding down on her, crashing in against her body, making the entire bed bounce around. The heated friction of his cock boring into her and dragging through her was hot! She felt that heat building in the pit of her like an inferno, and the waves of pleasure that washed over her were mind-numbingly ecstatic. “Ohhhhgh!” She cried out loud, secretly hoping the neighbours would hear it. Again.

\tIt sounded like a monster was rampaging around the room. The thumping and crashing of the bed against the floor and walls were downright alarming. Milkette’s end-tables shook around, things fell off them, things fell off her dresser feet from where she was getting railed. The pictures and posters on her walls started coming off, loosened by the shaking of the walls. Jon so powerfully, so deeply fucked her that it felt like the Earth was moving under her back. Her head was spinning. Every plunge of his cock made her cum. Her thighs kept sharply twitching, tensing up so much she felt herself get a cramp.

\t“Annngh!” She cried, “Oh fu-u-u-ck!” She tried not to drool on herself. She failed. She looked as if she’d been fucked silly in only mere moments. She couldn’t focus on anything. She felt her grip on reality slipping away. If that went on too long, she was going to pass out! She needed him to be gentler, let her have a break, but she couldn’t speak. Every time his heavy balls spanked her ass and his cock bulged up between her tits, all she could do is scream out in bliss.

\tShe was tight, beyond tight even, and not just because his dick was so enormous. Her writhing, twisting body clenched and clamped down on his cock like she was trying to wring it out, like an old rag! Jon panted from the exertion of jackhammer-fucking her so passionately, but he wasn’t going to stop. He kept a firm grip on her ankles and redoubled his efforts, speeding up, screwing her even more rapidly than before. That seemed to break her, or something approximate to that. Milkette’s eyes rolled back, and she moaned out like an animal.

\t“UnnnnGHH!!”

\tJon swelled with pride. She was completely overwhelmed! That’s what she got for being so adamant about losing the bet. She was getting exactly what she had been looking for. He was all too compelled to give her the reward she craved. He didn’t even try to hold back.

\t“M-Mmngh! Ungh! Aaaaah~!” Jon grunted and growled, until finally he sunk his cock deep into her and just let loose.

\t“A... Aaaaahhh~!!!” She screamed, feeling the white-hot eruption of cum stuff her womb to the fullest in one spurt. Past that, she was overfilled. Jon’s hot load began to gush out of her, around his cock, splattering over his balls, her ass, and the bed, and the floor, as he kept letting it all fly. The sloppy, gurgling sounds of his hot cum deposits filling her stomach into an inflated, sloshing balloon were all too loud amid their moaning song of ecstasy.

\tOver the course of a handful of minutes, Jon had been milked of a tremendous load. Litres of the stuff were hosed down over the bottom of the bed, and more pasted their thighs and legs, making them hot and sticky together. Milkette had been churned up with so much cum that she felt dizzy. When she finally was able to catch her breath, she did so desperately. She struggled to collect herself.

\tShe didn’t even notice that the legs of her bed frame had broken. The bed slanted down from the top. The foot of it was crushed into the floor. The odds and ends in her room had been knocked all over the place. The place was a mess. She was a mess. She felt so sloppy and goopy, like cum was just pouring out of her and she couldn’t stop it. her legs trembled and felt like rubber.

\t“Ahhhh...!” She sighed, utterly content. “Now that’s a good fuck!” She grinned, all smug and proud of herself. Sure, she felt like a beached whale, but something about it was so decadently gluttonous in its excess that she felt tingly from head to toe.

\t“Heh... yeah...” Jon concurred, his massive, muscled body hunched over hers, resting after his intense fucking.

\t“Well, now that’s over,” Milkette said, “No more bets like that. They’re dumb.”

\tJon smiled. “Yeah.”

\tMilkette nodded. “If we wanna fuck, we should just fu--” She was cut off as Jon kissed her again, and passionately so. Her eyes went wide a moment, and she giggled against his lips. “Omnf! Ph’ok...! We’re doin’ this... ffn... now, I guess!”

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