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Dreams V
🕑 Added 2022-12-01 00:39:05 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for Kush Destroyer.
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Chris couldn’t believe how much everything was changing. But every time he considered it, it was like he was buried in a fugue stage. This was a dream. This was bliss. This was insanity. He was…he had to…
Consume.
Mike’s body was only getting thicker and fatter at a slow progression. The more he drank Chris’s milk, the more he blew up, as though he was consuming pure fat. Rolls of pudgy flesh were overtaking his heaving body. He drank nonstop for hours on end yet he couldn’t get enough. Chris was in ecstasy, completely submerged in the overwhelming pleasure of it all. And just when he thought it might never end, Mike fell asleep. They both did.
Even in his dreams, Chris did nothing but eat. He ate food, drank milk, then grew and grew. When he awoke, he immediately ordered himself several extra-large pizzas with triple meat and cheese. Conveniently, the restaurant was fast, and the doorbell was ringing in only a half hour. Hungry and eager, Chris heaved himself off the bed and waddled over to get the food. As he opened the door, he immediately found himself salivating at the sight of the eight pizza boxes stacked in the arms of the straining young delivery guy.
The pizza delivery guy nearly dropped them in clear shock. His nametag read ‘Nick’ and he had completely frozen to stare at Chris’s outrageous dimensions, his jaw hanging slack. Chris couldn’t blame him. Chris doubted there were a lot of hugely pregnant morbidly obese guys with gigantic throbbing udders and basketball-sized tits ordering pizzas in this area. All six of Chris’s wobbling teats were dripping milk, creating a large puddle beneath him. His whole stomach trembled, causing him to groan, as the aroma of the oily pizza drove him desperately ravenous.
Nick hadn’t moved an inch. He was still gawking, his eyes bulging. His lips moved, but no words emerged. Frankly, he looked aghast.
Chris took the initiative, reaching out to grab the pizzas. In the process, Chris’s arms smooshed into his massive breasts, causing his nipples to spray a forceful spurt of milk directly into Nick’s face.
Unthinkingly, Nick licked some of the milk off his bottom lip.
The effect was instant. He immediately lunged for Chris, pizza boxes toppling out of his arms and scattering all over the floor in the entry to the apartment. Nick took a teat into his mouth so quickly he nearly gagged on it, then he was just sucking desperately and greedily, his hands squeezing into Chris’s udder to force more milk down his throat. Nick moaned in adulterated pleasure, wanting to drown in the creamy white fluid.
Chris groaned as he was suckled, his arms managing to reach out for one of the fallen pizza boxes. He began to shovel greasy slices into his mouth, arching and squirming as Nick sucked and drank.
Nick was growing rapidly, shoulders softening, thighs thickening, chest puffing out. He seemed nearly delirious from the pleasure of his own growth and the milk.
It was cyclical. Chris gorged on pizza, Nick sucked, and soon a groggy Mike was waddling over, his gelatinous body quaking. He joined them on the ground and closed in on a free teat-nipple protruding from Chris’s swollen breast.
Chris yelped slightly, but quickly resumed his pizza binge, using his free hand to cradle Mike’s head as he hummed in approval.
The puddle of milk on the floor was only growing.
Mike pulled off the teat-nipple with a wet pop and a contented sigh. He shifted his attention to where Nick was still consuming. Mike grabbed another of Chris’s udder-teats and shoved it into Nick’s mouth. Nick started to grow all the more rapidly, body rising like dough, positively ballooning. In only moments, Nick was larger than both of the other boys, and was still swelling. He now had an udder of his own and a massive pair of breasts to accompany his swollen, chunky body, and the gargantuan ass quavering behind him, having torn right through the back of his pants. The three young men became of mass of hot, throbbing, swelling flesh, as they fed on each other in a relentless cycle of addiction and expansion.
Milk was gushing now from all three. Puddling on the wood, sinking into the floor boards, and trickling down to the lower apartments…
