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"Thirty-six? I just turned eighteen..." said a thinner, younger Honey, her bikini now fitting looser as her smaller assets failed to fill them to the point of overflowing.
"Did you see what happened bro?" Roots asked Junior.
"What do you mean? She's hot, I mean what happened?"
'R said that what he held in his hand was the collective experience and growth of eighteen years of her life. When I didn't understand, he explained further.'
"This 'hand-thing', as you call it, as I said earlier only works on women, but there's more to it than that," said Roots
"More?" Junior asked.
"Yes, when I do this to a woman there's a memetic effect that occurs with everyone here in town. Everyone will automatically have memories and experiences with her in this way. It's as if no other version of her at any other age ever existed," Roots explained.
"Woah, really?" Junior said, baffled.
"Also, when a woman has been affected by me, they become very susceptible to my suggestions," Roots laughed, running his hand through Honey's blonde hair.
"So, like, what are you going to do with that dough stuff?" Junior asked.
"Well, I can massage it back into her and she'll be restored, but before that, I think you should take this tighter version of her for a spin..."
Junior then snapped back to reality to engage in the current events
Mills was distracted by Muutan's visage in the span of walking towards her.
'So that's the cow woman? Wow, so those big ass tits pump enough milk to supply everyone in town...so strange but interesting. I've never seen her dress so formally, if you can call that being formal.' Thought Mills.
"Hey, hey Muutan!" Giggled Denna, her red-coated lips forming a smile.
"Oh hi, Denna! How are you!" Muutan giggled, elated before coming out of her seat to give the chubby amazon a hug.
"Oh, oh wow, you smell great!" Said Denna, entranced by the fragrance wafting off of her friend's form.
Looking at the spiky-haired man before him, Junior grumbled. "You're the builder's son, right?"
"Oh yeah, right, we don't meet like this very often. You're one of the firefighters, right?" Mills asked, extending his hand.
"Ur, yeah," Junior grumbled, receiving the other man's gesture of goodwill.
"I was just having dinner with my parents, actually. I hope my girl Denna and I haven't interrupted your night," Mills said with an apologetic expression.
"No, but I believe your food has arrived. Best not let it get cold," Junior expressed in an attempt to get the two of them away from Muutan and himself.
"Wow, you're right! Well, we must get going. Come on Denna," said Mills, taking his woman by the hand.
"Oh, the food's ready! See you, Muutan!" Denna waved.
"Bye-bye, Denna!" Muutan giggled, waving at her friends from across the aisle.
"Man, where's that waitress?" Junior groaned, slumping down into the booth.
Amongst the ambiance of people conversing, one voice addressed the couple out of nowhere.
"Hello folks! Sorry, full house tonight. How can I help you?"
Before Junior and Muutan was a busty woman, so much so that her blouse was unbuttoned in order to let her massive cleavage to spill out.
"Oh, you're Nickle, right?" Muutan asked.
"Yeah, that's what my name tag says! Now, what can I get you two?" Said Nickle, hiding her sarcasm under a thin layer of hospitality.
"Oh, well!" Muutan giggled, holding up a menu. "I'll take the seasonal fish steak, the seasonal fish roast, the smoked King Taddy with all sides, and whatever Mumis is?" Muutan said.
"Mumis is a Booz named after you, it's milk wine," Nickle said with a blunt, matter-of-fact tone.
'Fuck, her fat ass ordered a lot! Glad I got a ton of tokens on me, but jeez!' Junior thought before saying, "Oh yeah, I'll have a naked Mr. Peers with baked potatoes, and then I too will have Mumis," Junior said, looking at an unimpressed Nickle.
"Alright, should be ready in about twenty minutes," said Nickle, writing up the ticket before disappearing into the kitchen.
"Well, I guess we're not getting water," Muutan sighed.
"No worries, I can get you some. That dumb bitch should have offered us some," Junior laughed.
"No, wait, she's coming back... and don't be mean!" Muutan chastised.
"Yeah, sorry about that folks," Nickle said with a tray of glasses and a pitcher of water.
Nickle then poured up the glasses, her heaving bust threating to topple out of her blouse.
'Yeah, she's Honey's daughter alright... look at those things' Junior thought as the bulbous sacks of butterscotch-flesh edged ever closer to spilling out of the woman's thin blouse.
As she poured on, a thought pulsed through Nickle's head... it wasn't the gaze of the perverted man before her, or the hidden disgust that she had for Muutan. No, she thought of this:
'Fuck, my tits hurts. Mom said I would build up if I didn't relieve myself, but the weight... the damn weight hurts my lower back! Fuck all!' Thought Nickle, grinding her teeth through the pain.
Coming back to her senses, Nickle stood up with a studious demeanor.
"Okay folks, your meal should be ready shortly!" Nickle said with an astute, professional tone, though her voice cracked as a spike of pain ran through her left breast at the end of her sentence.
"Alright, thanks!" Junior grumbled.
Nickle nodded as she walked back to the kitchen.
"Yeah, thanks, Nicky! Oh boy, I can't wait to eat!" Muutan moaned, patting her belly.
"Don't pout, I'm sure it's coming soon," Junior laughed.
Meanwhile, Nickle made her way to the kitchen, panting with each step as her face grew flush and her breasts continued to ache, as they had been expanding little by little since her arrival earlier that afternoon.
"Uh, hey boss?" Nickle eeked through another wave of ache-inducing growth.
"Wha? Nickle, don't you see we're busy?" Fran barked.
"Yes, but c-can Flow take over for me for a second? I-I, ah, need a break," Nickle whined through back to back waves of pulsating pain.
Fran looked at the distressed woman with impatience and disgust, before Flow stepped up and said in a stern voice: "It's okay, we're overworking her. I'll wait the tables, you take your break, Nicky," Flow said to Nickle.
"Thank you!" Said an exasperated Nickle as she hurried out the back door of the kitchen holding her chest.
***
In the back alley, behind 'Franny's, Nickle was subject to heavy panting as she began to remove her blouse.
"I- I need to milk!" Nickle murmured, ripping the blouse from her shoulders before throwing it to the ground. Releasing her two huge, reddened bags of pale flesh, which had inflated over the course of the evening, now resembling the size of two pairs of beachballs. She felt herself being pulled towards the ground as her ample chest expanded, much to her dismay.
"Oh, oh fuck, I can't reach it!" Nickle moaned, struggling to reach her dribbling nipple with one hand while propping herself up against the wall with the other.
The weight on top of the insane pressure became too much and Nickle's knees buckled, causing the zipper of her skirt to pop and her pantyhose to rip.
"Ah, I'm getting too heavy! I'm just too heavy!" Nickle pouted, her ever-expanding bust shifting from off white to a heavy red.
As Nickle was in an immobilized state of panic, drowned in ecstasy, a young man was passing by the alley and spotted her.
"Hey, what's that?" Said the young man, his eyes squinted as all he could see was a blobby shape at first.
Approaching, he saw that the blob was indeed a woman, immobilized by her own assets as she looked in his direction, moaning for help.
Woah lady, you okay?" Said the rather large young man as he looked upon Nickle with concern.
"Goo, pah!" Nickle mumbled, her lips now so swollen from the effects of her expansion that she couldn't speak.
"Well, it seems something has fallen you ill! Well, Miss, I guess I can take you back to my place. I'm a doctor, you know. Even though my sister is the leading expert around here on medical mumbo jumbo. Well, here... we... go!" Said the young man as he hoisted Nickel's heavy mass atop his broad shoulder.
"Muh, ah," Nickle mumbled as she was being carried off into the depth of the night, her huge pendulous breasts slapping at the man's back like two doughy sacks of flour.
"It's okay ma'am, I've got you. If I were to guess, your lactate and your build-up is causing some, well, 'bloating' through the rest of your body," said the young man, giving Nickle a reassuring pat on her expanding rear.
"Moo, R, ooo?" Nickle asked, trying to cut through her mind-numbing ecstasy and physical impairments.
"Oh, right, we haven't been formerly introduced. My name is Tekker!" Said Tekker with a smile as the two continued up the road.
***
Alright, that's one seasonal fish steak with a side of coleslaw, the seasonal fish roast with a side of sweet potato fries, and the smoked King Taddy with sides of roasted sweet potato rice, apragas, fried corn, carrots, and the additional side of Taddy caviar rice," said Flow, calling out each item as she presented the plates from her serving cart to the couple's table.
"Everything looks wonderful, Flow! Wow!" Muutan said, hands clasped, elated by the spread of food before her.
"Thank you, and for you sir, a naked Mr. Peers with baked potatoes. Also, I will grab a bottle of Mumis for you both," said Flow, placing the descaled, baked fish before Junior.
"Thanks, tiny," Junior smiled, seizing his silverware.
"Ah yes, Mumis will be on the way," said Flow as she departed with the cart.
"Psst, she should have had our bottle when she brought the food..." Junior scoffed, cutting into his fish before his glance drifted to Muutan.
"Oh my god, everything is so... um, up, good!" Muutan mumbled through scarfing down a handful of fries.
'She's such a slob... but her pussy is good, and after she eats, she'll be horny and primed for fucking. Also, this could be considered a public duty, as whatever's in her gut will be fat and milk in her tits before long.' Junior thought, smiling as he watched the plump, sloppy beauty stuff her face.
***
Taking their departure from Franny's, Pom and Beef were taking a stroll to Beef's home to finish off their night together.
"I know we've talked about this before babe, but are you sure Roasty is okay with us being in a serious relationship?" Asked Pom, looking down at her diminutive lover with unease.
"Ah, it's fine. I know you two are pretty close in age, but we're all adults here. She's fine with it, but more importantly... whew, man, my feet hurt, heels were a bad choice," Beef sighed, wincing in pain as she hiked off her pearl, white-heeled sandals. She felt relief as her tiny brown feet curled against the soft dirt of the road.
Pom looked down at her companion, biting her lip as she gazed at her feet.
"Hey, babe?" Pom mumbled, her voice dripping in sex. "Wanna f-fuck? Little ways down there's a part where the jungle spills into the town, no one will see us..."
"Oh, you're a naughty little girl tonight... alright, let's go,"Beef giggled, slapping Pom on her bulbous ass.
***
Now, in an unoccupied part of town, there was a passageway, where nature still had its hold on the land, as the resemblance of man's presence was the dirt road struck through the green scape of thick foliage and a sparse sprinkling of palm trees.
A white dress shirt, blazer, and jeans were dropped over a bush, while a silk dress lay in the grass nearby, leading to an inconspicuous bush where a pair of pearl sandals were thrown about. Not far from them were black sneakers, worn by Pom, as her head was buried in Beef's crotch.
Fat little legs with hidden strength wrapped around Pom's neck as she dined on her tiny lover's fat lips. Slurping up her sweet juices was very pleasurable, as her feminine nectars tasted of honey and raspberries.
"Ah, babe..." Beef squeaked as Pom's tongue-stud rubbed against her shy clit.
"Haha, look, these are getting bigger all the time..." Pom giggled, raising from her lover's crotch, wiping her mouth.
"Ah, ah!" Beef cooed as Pom's black-lacquered fingers dug into the soft chocolate flesh of her plump, drooping left breast.
"Hehe, baby, you could work out forever but I guess all your fat just moves into these, huh?" Pom giggled, flicking Beef's fat coco nipple with her thumb.
"Mmm, you're so naughty," Beef peeped.
"Heh, you're the naughty one, showing these big ass things off all the time," Pom snickered before wrapping her black, glossy lips around Beef's right nipple while massaging the left one.
As Pom was deep into pleasuring her lover, Beef's body responded to the favorable stimulus, her large breasts beginning to swell with warm chocolate milk.
"Mmm!" Pom sounded, her eyes going aflutter as the warm aphrodisiac flowed into her mouth, filling her belly.
"Ah, keep sucking baby..." Beef moaned, biting her lower lip as her big amber eyes glazed over in lust.
Pom continued to drink, giving gentle bites to her lover's nipple in between sucks while stimulating the left breast by squeezing out the fresh milk with her dexterous fingers.
After what seemed like an eternity of nursing, Pom released her lover's nipple from her mouth with a wet pop of her lips.
"Urp, ah, aw shit baby, look at this gut. Ya know, if I keep doing this I won't be able to fit into any of my pants," Pom sighed, rubbing her bloated gut.
"Well baby, is your ass getting bigger such a bad thing? I mean, I think it's fantastic!" Beef, still on her back in the grass, cooed in a smut-filled haze, giving a congratulatory thumbs up.
"Hehe, thanks babe. Speaking of my ass..." Pom said, giving her an alluring look as she walked over to the bush to clean her thick-framed glasses with her discarded dress shirt.
"Oh, that... well, um babe, are you sure?" Beef asked during the laborious task of cleaning up, struggling against the weight of her anchoring breasts.
"No worries baby, I'll let you out earlier this time..." Pom giggled, biting her glossy lower lip.
"Hmm, okay, you promise?" Beef asked, circling her finger around the glossy ring left on her breast by her lover's lips.
"Promise!" Pom giggled, her fingers crossed behind her.
***
Moments later, Pom was on all fours while Beef stood behind her, her tiny hands pressing into the thick flesh of Pom's meaty caramel rear.
"Slowly now!" Pom cautioned.
"I know, but I feel that we've done this enough to the point where going in should be a breeze," said Beef as she massaged Pom's ass.
"Okay, whew, I'm dilated. Do it!" Pom moaned.
Beef nodded before sticking her hand inside of Pom's anus. Then, with the soft motion of consideration, Beef inserted her other hand.
"Ah, yes babe..." Pom moaned, juices running from her pussy.
Beef then, with one slow and very gentle motion, parted Pom's anus. Hearing the delighted moans of her lover, Beef continued. Approaching the next step with a bit more swiftness, Beef inserted her arms deeper into Pom, all the way up to her armpits.
"Ah!" Pom moaned, now entering a state of rectal euphoria.
Due to the height difference, the mass of Beef's breasts were brushing up against Pom's pussy, stimulating her a great deal. So much so that she couldn't take the anticipation anymore. Beef, on the other hand, took a leap in her journey and stuck her head into her lover. This, however, was taken as a signal of trust from Pom, and she responded by using her talented sphincter muscles to slurp up her lover as if she were the raw innards of an oyster.
"Whew, wow! Thank you, mom, for these rubbery insides and a false belly," Pom giggled, patting her gravid belly.
Beef wiggled around within the false stomach for a few moments before settling down into a fetal position.
"Wow babe, careful! My belly piercing almost popped out. No worries, you'll be okay. Just like last time. You're in an empty pouch within me, it's like having a second tummy that acts as a womb but I can store stuff in it," Pom giggled, caressing her belly.
Pom examined the girth of her belly before adjusting to stretch. Looking around, Pom waddled over to the bush where she had thrown her outfit, only for her eyes to fall on her lover's silk dress that lay in the grass. Picking it up, she slipped the tiny garment over herself, donning it. Unlike her short stack lover, the dress only managed to cover her rather modest chest.
"Oh wow, it's sticking out so far... well, I guess we're going with sneakers and silk, haha. I'm not wearing undies, it's too much of a hassle. Well babe, with you inside of me I'm feeling pretty fucking sexy. Let's keep you in there for a while. Our dinner from tonight is in there with you, so you shouldn't go hungry," Pom giggled, patting her belly.
"Ew, but its all mushy, c' mon!" Beef pouted to no avail as her voice was muffled.
A now pregnant-looking Pom walked down the dirt road, discarded clothing wrapped under her arm. Her belly, fit to bursting with her lover, sloshed to the beat of her steps.
***
Back at the restaurant.
"BURP!" Muutan burbled, patting her overfilled gut that now spilled over the belt of her skirt and became a very suitable platform for her tits that were already growing in response to the large meal.
'Sheesh, she ate and drank fucking everything? Greedy bitch...' Thought Junior in disbelief.
"O-oh. h-h-hey...?" Muutan mumbled. slurring her speech.
"Yeah?" Asked Junior.
"W-w... wanna fuck?" Muutan mumbled, slurring through her sentence.
"Yes, finally!" Junior laughed, taking Muutan by the hand and helping her up to her woozy feet.
"Hic, hmmm, hehe, nice!" Muutan mumbled, leaning into the large man.
"Well, up you go!" Junior heaved, picking up Muutan, holding her up in his massive arms with little trouble.
"Oh, you all are leaving?" Asked Flow.
"Yeah, she's gotten a little drunk, haha. Thanks for the meal, payment's on the table," Junior grunted, carrying his date towards the door.
"Thanks for coming, hope to see you all again real soon!" Said Flow, waving the two away before going back to attend to her duties.
***
After taking a short cart ride, Junior stopped his cart on the side of the dirt road that overlooked the beach near the lighthouse. Muutan was in a daze, drunk and full from the banquet she had just consumed.
"Hic, ah, I'm so fucking horny... thank goodness we're here already!" Muutan huffed, cupping her breast and licking her lips.
"Hope you're ready, cow-slut!" Junior laughed, cranking Muutan's seat backward, causing her to topple into the cushioned-back bed of the golf cart.
"Ah, mmm!" Muutan panted, her moist snatch on full display, her purple fringe skirt useless to cover her razor stubbles that shone in the pale moonlight.
Junior gazed upon the overstuffed cow-woman in all of her sultry-laced glory. The exposed pale blubber of her body reflected the light of the night with such brilliance that even in the disheveled mess of a state she was in, one could regard her as beautiful in her rawness. Her ears flapped in anticipation before Junior assaulted her womanhood. Making no attempt at foreplay, he plunged into her with the force of a wild animal. Twenty-four inches impaled Muutan, much to her delight.
"Mooo!" Muutan moaned, her ears flapping with great satisfaction.
"You like that, cow-slut?" Junior roared, as his thick member tested the limits of Muutan's womb.
Muutan moaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she was pounded with merciless man power.
***
After twenty minutes of animalistic pounding, Junior came, and when he did, he came buckets.
