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Literature
Virus (Part 2)
Kylie stretched as she woke up, her dark hair a mess as she ran her hand through it. She looked around her bedroom, her eyes falling upon the curvaceous form of her girlfriend, Regan, fast asleep in the bed next to her. Kylie had no almost no curves, but Regan more than made up for it. D-Cup breasts sat on a toned torso, her thin waist gave way to hips that would make a pornstar jealous, and her ass caught the attention of every guy she passed. Kylie looked down at her own B-Cup boobs, cupping them in her hands. Thinking about Regan’s curves turned her on a bit, and she rolled over to face her. “Morning, babe.” Kylie said quietly, her finger slowly circling her topless girlfriends nipple. A slight giggle escaped Regan as she bit her lip. “Morning, getting an early start, huh?” She asked, turning to face Kylie. Kylie smirked when she saw Regan’s nipples harden. “You don’t seem to mind.” She replied, gently squeezing Regan’s nipple, eliciting a small moan. “Not at all.” She said, rolling over and grabbing Kylie. They spent the morning exploring each others bodies, Kylie paying special attention to her girlfriends sensitive nipples, and Regan returned the favor, eating her out in a way that Kylie had never felt before. It was a wonderful start to their day. “Hey, be careful out there today.” Regan said, planting a kiss on Kylie’s lips as she prepared to leave. “Don’t worry,” Kylie replied. “There haven’t been any infected in or around the building, I’ll be fine.” There had been reports of a strange outbreak in the city. Infected people experienced a swelling of the breasts, but, thighs, hips, it basically turned you into your ideal sexual self. Initial symptoms included just the swelling, but if you indulged in any sexual desire within 24 hours of the initial symptoms happening, further more extreme and… personal changes would occur. Regan was extra careful to not get infected, only going outside if she absolutely had to, even taking time off work. Kylie, on the other hand, secretly hoped she would get infected. She was sick of being small, both in height and curves. As much as she loved Regan’s body, she was also extremely jealous of it. “I love you.” Kylie said, kissing Regan on the cheek as she adjusted her blue Walmart vest. “I love you too, Kylie.” Regan said, waving as Kylie left. Kylie’s work day was boring, it always was. Stocking shelves, cashing out customers, she was tired of it. That day, however, while she was stocking the clearance aisle, a woman came stumbling around the corner. She was moaning softly and clutching her chest as she approached Kylie, who slowly backed up. As she backed up, her shoe squeaked on the floor, and the woman looked up slowly. “P-please… I’m so… horny.” She said, raising a hand towards Kylie. To her shock, when the woman moved her hand, Kylie could see the woman’s shirt getting tighter at a steady pace. Distracted by this, Kylie was too slow to move before the woman stepped forward quickly and planted a kiss on Kylie’s mouth, her tongue finding its way inside. After a moment, Kylie was able to get her off, security coming and taking the woman away. As she was pulled, she made desperate reaches for the men’s dicks, which were bulging obviously in their pants. Kylie breathed heavily as she stood there, shocked by what just happened. After a moment, it clicked. “Oh fuck, that woman was infected.” She said quietly to herself, running her hands through her hair. “I-I’m probably infected now! What am I gonna do?!” Though afraid, she was almost equally excited at finally growing some curves. Finding her team lead, Kylie explained that she wasn’t feeling well, and needed to go home. She was good at faking sickness, but this time the urgency in her voice proved helpful in convincing the team lead. As she left, she felt herself getting slightly aroused. She sped home, only slowing down when there were cops around. Even at her increased speed, she new she wasn’t gonna make it home fast enough. As she drove, she felt herself getting more and more aroused. She tried to block out those thoughts, but images of Regan with her face between Kylie’s legs started to flash in her mind. She kept thinking about the woman’s swelling breasts, and how passionately she had been kissed. She felt herself getting wet, and her breathing picked up. Underneath her vest and shirt, she was wearing a plain white sports bra that hugged her small breasts well. Her nerves and excitement grew worse when she felt her nipples harden, which was quickly followed by her bra getting tighter. “N-no! P-please, at least let me make it home!” She said out loud to no one as her breasts slowly swelled. Pulling into the driveway, she stopped for a moment, looking down at her chest. Her boobs had grown about a cup size, starting to push out her formerly perfectly fitting work shirt and vest. Out of curiosity, she gave one a squeeze, and pleasure washed over her. The sensation of her breasts swelling was pleasant, and served only to turn her on further. After the wave of pleasure had subsided, she noticed something. They were growing a bit faster. As she noticed this, that same sensation spread to her ass, which had also begun to swell in her seat. She rushed out of the car and all but ran to the front door, and as she burst in, she couldn’t help herself anymore, her hands found their way to her swelling breasts and began squeezing and fondling them, which caused wave after wave of pleasure to wash over her as she fell to the floor. Regan was brushing her hair when she heard the front door open, followed by loud moaning and a crash. Rushing out to the living space, her jaw dropped at what she saw. There, on the floor, was Kylie, writhing in pleasure. Her breasts had since stopped swelling, now at least an E-Cup, and her pants had several holes where the seams had started to rip. “K-Kylie?” Regan said quietly, slowly stepping toward her girlfriend. Kylie, still writhing, looked up at her. “B-babyyy… please… I need you…” she said, all but crawling towards Regan. “Y-you’re infected.” Regan said, stepping back. Kylie stood. “Please… I’m so fucking horny!” Regan couldn’t help but stare at Kylie. As much as she hated to admit it, Kylie looked good with those curves. It seemed like she had even grown a couple inches in height. “Baby, listen. It’s just 24 hours, okay? 24 hours then you shouldn’t be able to infect me, and we can have all the sex you want.” Regan said, placing a hand on Kylie’s shoulder. “N-no… I need it… now…” Kylie responded, her eyes never leaving Regan’s chest. “C-come on, Kylie. We need to isolate you.” Regan said, guiding her girlfriend to their guest bedroom. Kylie played with Regan’a breasts the whole way. “There, just 24 hours.” She said, closing the door as she got Kylie inside. About an hour later, Regan heard strange noises coming from the guest room. As she approached the door, the sounds were clearer. Moaning. “Oh, fuck.” Regan said, opening the door as fast as she could. On the bed laid Kylie, though she was barely recognizable. Her tits were near a G-Cup, and her pants had long since torn away. “Kylie! Stop!” Regan yelled, rushing over to the bed and grabbing Kylie’s arm. Her fingers were deep in her pussy, and she was barely registering Regan’s voice. As her arm was pulled away, she smiled when she saw Regan. “Oh, it’s just you…” She said through heavy breaths. “Perfect.” She adds, grabbing Regan’s head before she’s able to react and planting a kiss on her lips, pulling Regan’s hand to her breasts. “I’m so big…” She says, Regan kissing back for a moment. “W-wait!” Regan said, pulling back. She stared at Kylie as the realization hit. She would be infected now. As she stood there, worrying, an arousal started to build. “K-Kylie… I-… I’m infected…” She trailed off, her worry growing at the same rate as her arousal. She looked down in time to see her nipples harden in her pink t-shirt, a sign that symptoms were already starting. “It’s not so bad…” Kylie said, standing up. She was now the same height as Regan, 5’11”. “I-I need to get away from you. 24 hours!” She said, turning away. As she turned, images of her swollen girlfriend growing bigger and bigger flashed through her mind, the thought of putting one of Kylie’s huge tits in her mouth made her mouth go dry, and her pussy do the opposite. As she felt her shirt start to get tighter, she turned back to Kylie. “A-alright, we’ll be fine. This’ll be fun.” Kylie smiled, biting her lip. “I knew you’d come around.” Kylie wasted no time planting another kiss on Regan’s mouth, and Regan returned it in kind. As their tongues danced, Regan reached for the bottom of her shirt, but was met by Kylie’s hand. “Wait, outgrow it.” Kylie said, pulling Regan’s hand up to her own breasts. Regan said nothing, nodding as she played with her girlfriends boobs. Their tongues danced once more, Regan’s shirt growing tighter and tighter. It rose, revealing her black and pink panties that had begun tightening as well. Eventually, Regan’s swelling stopped. She hadn’t grown as much as Kylie, but she chocked that up to having a much larger original size. Her tits had grown to match Kylie’s, and her ass left her panties hanging on for dear life. The whole process left her shivering in pleasure, her juices dripping down her legs. When the growth stopped, she looked disappointed. “Is that really all?” She asked, pouting. “Oh, we aren’t done yet.” Kylie replies, grabbing Regan’s shirt and pulling her onto the bed. Pleasure ran through both of them as their breasts were pressed together. Kylie’s hands immediately found Regan’s ass, squeezing and playing with it as Regan started to grind. As Regan’s pussy rubbed against Kylie’s thigh, the tingling Regan felt before returned across her entire body. She arched her back, moaning into Kylie’s mouth as she felt herself begin to grow. Her breasts began to swell again, pressing harder into Kylie’s. Her shirt was at its limit, beginning to press into her boobs rather than stretch to accommodate. Her panties groaned as seams gave way, her ass flesh bulging out of the small holes that formed. She could feel her entire body growing, slowly getting taller and taller, already 6’3” and showing no signs of stopping. Her muscles tensed, and slowly started swelling. She already went to the gym almost every day, and had the looks to prove it. Her hands eventually found Kylie’s wrists, holding them down as her hips started moving faster and faster. Her shirt couldn’t handle anymore, her tits and muscles were starting to be too big. A loud tearing sound was heard as the front of her shirt gave way, revealing a deep valley of cleavage as her breasts reached a K-Cup. Her panties were long gone, her bare wet pussy rubbing against Kylie’s thigh, leaving a trail of juices. She grew in pulses, every wave of pleasure that washed over her added to her growth. Nearing 6’10”, she shook, letting out a loud moan as a final wave of pleasure went through her to her core. She was a goddess. 6’11”, L-Cup breasts, muscles like a pro body builder, and an ass that could never be matched naturally. She stood, looking over herself. Looking back at the mirror above the guest room dresser, she noticed her eyes had a pink hue to them, as did the roots of her hair which had lightened a bit. Her lips were also a bit more plump and pouty. “I-I’m amazing! I look incredible!” Regan said, flexing in the mirror and checking out her new curves. “Forgetting someone?” Kylie asked from the bed, spreading her legs. Regan bit her lip, pulling Kylie off the bed and laying in her place, pointing at her own face. Kylie understood immediately, crawling over her girlfriend and placing her pussy over Regan’s face. Regan opened her mouth, letting Kylie’s juices drip into it as it lowered. As soon as her tongue made contact, Regan started licking as fast as she could, her hands immediately going to her girlfriends ass encouraging faster hip movement. Kylie moaned, running her hands through her hair as she felt herself begin to grow. Her thighs thickened, her ass swelling to keep up. She felt a tightness as her waist thinned, her hips widening. She was in a world of pleasure as she rode Regan’s face, feeling her breasts begin to swell further as well. To Regan, her juices were the most delicious thing on the planet, and all she wanted was to keep tasting them. Kylie found herself having to lean onto the wall to keep balance, as she wasn’t growing any muscle. Instead, all her growth went to her curves an height, as she was approaching 6’4”, her entire body lengthening on top of Regan. Shuddering as she prepared to cum, she felt her breasts surge forward one last time, bigger than even Regan’s. Juices dripped rapidly into Regan’s mouth, much to her delight as her girlfriends thighs squeezed her head tighter. “F-FUCKKK!” Kylie yelled, shaking as she finally came. Climbing down, she almost fell over from the weight of her tits. “Holy fuck!” She yelled, looking down at herself. “I know, right?” Regan replied, sitting up and looking at Kylie. Kylie‘s juices dripped down Regan’s face, and she licked her lips as it reached them. “God, I just wanna suck on those titties.” Regan added, staring at her girlfriends massive tits. Suddenly, Regan, even in her hyper sexual, unbelievably horny state, remembered something. The virus came in stages. The first was the growth, the second went far more personal, changing a person into their surface thoughts of their ideal sexual self. The third and final stage, triggered shortly after the second. It brought out your deepest desires of your ideal sexual self, to a certain extent. You couldn’t become a monster or anything like that, but more extreme changes would occur… “Kylie? I-I don’t think we’re done…” The tingling returned in Regan once more, this time focused on her clit. It was intense, more intense than anything she felt before. She laid on the bed, writhing in pleasure, moans escaping her lips as growth began. Kylie stared at Regan, at first it just seemed like her clit was getting bigger, but it eventually began to take shape. “F-fuck! W-what’s happening to me?!” Regan yelled through loud moans as a small penis grew between her legs. Kylie was awe struck. “I-is that…” Regan looked down, eyes wide as she realized what was happening. “A-a dick! I have a-“ She cut herself off with a loud moan as her dick grew a 3 inches in a matter of seconds, already around 7” long. Pre cum dropped from the tip, running down her dick as Kylie watched. “I-I don’t know what’s happening, but I need that thing inside me. Right now.” Kylie said, drooling a bit as she moved onto the bed. She got on her hands and knees, and Regan moved into position. It was made difficult, as every little bit of growth was like an explosion of pleasure going off in her new dick. Tall enough to stand at the end of the bed and fuck Kylie, she slowly pushed into Kylie’s waiting pussy. Kylie let out a loud moan as Regan entered her, still slowly growing. She began to thrust, going faster and faster. Kylie moaned louder and louder as she was fucked, feeling Regan grow inside her felt unbelievably good. At first it was just getting longer, but as Regan fucked Kylie, she could feel her dick growing girthier. The way Kylie’s pussy squeezed Regan’s cock was almost too much for her to handle, and she shuddered as she approached climax. While Kylie got railed, she felt that tingling return in her chest again. Her tits started to swell again, but along with the feeling of growth came the feeling of almost… filling up. Regan had stopped growing, her new cock around 16” with the girth of a water bottle, it was a wonder that Kylie could take the whole thing. “R-Regan? I’m growing again!” Kylie said through loud moans. Regan looked around her, seeing Kylie’s tits that previously brushed the bed now pressing into it. They were getting huge, nearing the equivalent of an O-Cup. A loud gurgle could be heard, and Kylie looked down to see the blankets beneath her breasts starting to soak. “M-Milk?!” As if on cue, her breasts surged out, the wetness on the blankets spreading quickly. Suddenly, she was flipped over by Regan, who stared at Kylie’s engorged breasts. “S-stage three is your deepest ideal sexual self…” Regan said, watching milk drip rapidly from Kylie’s breasts. Before Kylie could react, Regan grabbed a massive breast and brought a soda can sized nipple to her mouth. The stimulation sent Kylie’s milk production into overdrive, and her breasts rapidly grew, quickly approaching a size past any letter. “I-I’m so bi- ah!” She was cut off by a loud moan as Regan entered her again, still sucking her nipple. Regan was not so gentle this time, fucking Kylie as hard and fast as she could to encourage more milk production. Every time she swallowed, Regan felt more pleasure pulse through her. Every mouthful of milk was another inch to her height, half of a cup size, and larger muscles as she chugged it down. Her cock began to grow again, still inside Kylie. Kylie watched as her girlfriends hair turned entirely pink, her eyes almost glowing the same color. Regan was lost in her own world of fucking and growing, now 7’9” and showing no signs of stopping. Kylie’s breasts each approached the size of her body, Regan having to stop fucking Kylie to drink her milk. Even without Regan’s cock inside her, Kylie could feel it pressing against her more and more as it grew. “R-Regan! I’m cumming! I-I’m-!” She nearly screamed in pleasure as milk sprayed out of her boobs with enough pressure to knock Regan back, Kylie rolling over to lay on her boobs that now fully supported her. Regan landed on her ass, still growing. Her cock pulsed bigger as she sat, now around 21”. She grew taller in pulses, reaching 8’1”. Her tits swelled, approaching the equivalent of a P-Cup. Her ass was huge, too big for any chairs in their house. With a final pulse, her cock grew another inch, and her head fell back as thick, sticky cum all but shot out of her cock. It covered Kylie’s back and ass, who had just finally stopped growing, now on her knees and resting on her tits. “S-so…” Kylie said with shaky breath, knees trembling. “Glad we got infected?” Regan laughed, her cock already hardening for another round. “Absolutely, ready to go again?”
Literature
Needs and Wants (BE/AE)
THIS STORY CONTAINS VARIOUS TYPES OF EXPANSION, MAINLY BREAST EXPANSION AND ASS EXPANSION. If you don't know it, don't show it. To yourself or to anyone. Or at the very least don't view it with an air of negativity towards the subject that you have now been warned about. - NEEDS AND WANTS - I have been afflicted with a condition, since turning twenty. It started one day on a whim, at the college. I found myself wishing that my partner on-project would see me, would want me. And it began. My shirt became tense atop my suddenly-growing breasts, the buttons strained. My partner did not look. My jeans lost their slack and filled out with a bubble of ass-flesh and even some thigh. It caused me to gasp as I felt my clothes shifting, my nipples taut as arousal struck and my butt pulsing more, pushing over the brim of my seat. They did not look, but the tension was palpable. They knew and their breathing reflected that knowledge. The want to look was surging through them, the need to see rising fast. I am a tease. I abandoned them to gape at myself, to marvel at what I'd become. To wonder if I was in danger or... what? A magical being, perhaps. Sudden changes have a way of removing you from the moments and changing what you want. What I saw in the mirror was a slightly rumpled shirt and a vaguely shapely ass, but to no extreme. Normal again. I sought out my partner, having steeled and arranged myself. I did not grow again for at least a few weeks. - The next incident occurred one day at the gym. I was spinning and wheeling, and admiring the view of the room behind me, a mirrored surface before me which spanned the whole wall. And the view was a room, and the room was active. And in the activity of the room I could see tight clothes and bulging flesh, muscles and skin on all types of body. One in particular intrigued me the most, and I found myself lost in the routine of my spin, concentrating on nothing but drinking in the sight of that whole, rounded ass. Watching it rise and fall and sway and gyrate, wishing that mine was one to match. And then it was. My shorts became tighter, the thin material stretched and pulled itself inwards, even as my backside thrust itself out and beyond, the cheeks slowly consuming the garment as they pumped out bigger, bounding rhythmically as I pushed the pedals, grinding myself into the seat as it swelled. I barely noticed until it was almost too late, then the bite of the fabric convinced me to hop down, to sit in a pose and recover my thoughts. To ignore the stares of the few who had noticed but dared not say anything. I still wanted to show off. The view had not changed, and the original ass had not turned to see. They could not see that on which I had sat, and so my thoughts turned to breast mass again. What I wanted, I got. In total concentration I sat there, fully focused, trying not to moan as my sports bra squeezed my bust. As my breasts filled it up and pushed it out, only to then overflow it. Above and below, two hills up and a gravity-pulled swell underneath that inched larger with every breath I took. The bra now a band of increasingly overstretched opacity, holding my boobs in and forcing them to rise up and surge out around it, swallowing it with muffin-flesh. Too public. Too public! I fled again, begrudging my own embarrassment, and my requested audience never even saw me. But I will try again...
Literature
TIT
"Say aaaah~" You are never helping anyone out ever again. Because that's how you wind up in a situation like this, flat on your back with a scary attractive woman attempting to force-feed you her 'medicine'.You close your mouth as tight as you can and pull your face to the side, lest she push that round, pink pill into your mouth. With your eyes closed, you miss her extending two of the finger rings she wears. With a jab she pokes into your chest and your mouth and eyes open in shock. "Num!" The pill falls in your mouth, and you can't stop yourself from swallowing. It instantly dissolves as soon as it goes down your throat. There's nothing to be done about it, you can't even spit it up, your mouth is far too dry. As she laughs maniacally, you stand up, and clutch your mouth. The pill tastes awful. You gag and stumble, but don't feel anything at the moment. "Some hormone pills can turn entire dormitories into big-breasted whores with that amount~" Your eyes widen as you double over
Aria uses the magical powers of harps that control body and mind to try and convince her friend they are safe, but just because you don't make mistakes doesn't mean things will go as planned. There is no use crying over spilled milk though...especially when the supply is seemingly endless.
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Okay, the theme naming is starting to damage verisimilitude. Is literally everyone in this town named after a musical term or instrument? And if so, why?