His Dream Girl 3

He turned a corner and nearly crashed into someone coming from the opposite direction.

“Watch where you’re going, dumba-pfft!”

It was Hannah. Of course. He was starting to think this day couldn’t get any worse.

He glared at her. “What?”

She stifled her annoying laughter. “You happy to see me or something?” she asked, looking down at his groin.

He felt heat rising to his face. He was still hard, and the bulge in his pants was clearly visible.

“And what’s going on with your shirt?”

He shoved past her. “Fuck off. I’m not in the mood to deal with your bullshit.”

“Oh, I bet this is good,” she said as he walked away.

Ignoring her, he turned into the nearest bathroom. Seeing that it was empty, he entered a stall and freed his dick. He began pumping it, hoping he would calm down after a quick orgasm, but as he did he noticed something crazy.

He was bigger. It looked like his penis had gained over an inch in length, and it felt quite a bit thicker in his grip. He grabbed his balls, and they felt much larger, each one about the size of a ping pong ball. He was hung like a porn star, which only served to increase his arousal.

He continued pumping, getting used to using longer strokes than he was used to. With his gaze focused downward, he could see the large twin stains on his shirt from where he had pressed himself to Emily’s breasts. Feeling a mix of shame and undeniable lust, he pulled up his shirt, bringing one of the wet splotches to his face. He could tell that the smell was different from Emily’s…other fluids. It seemed thicker, creamier. He stuffed some of the fabric into his mouth and sucked on it, wringing out as much milk as he could. His cock pulsed as a tiny bit of milk went down his throat. It tasted amazing, even with the acrid taste of his shirt threatening to overpower it.

He could only imagine what it would taste like directly from the source.

With that thought, he felt his body tense, building to climax. Realizing he forgot to get some toilet paper and that he wasn’t in a good position to aim at the toilet, he cupped his hand in front of his penis before convulsing in pleasure. Wave after wave of cum erupted from his cock, each load blasting into his hand and dripping heavily into the toilet.

His orgasm lasted twice a long as it usually did, and as it died down into small aftershocks, he marveled at the amount of cum he had produced. His hand was covered in the stuff, and that wasn’t even the bulk of it! He glanced down at his improved equipment in awe, before groaning in realization.

He was still hard as diamonds.

* * *

Emily had her arms wrapped tight around her breasts as she made her way through the halls to the student parking lot. The tingling sensation that had accompanied her sudden growth was — though dulled — still present, and she had a feeling that she knew what that meant. Breast-milk continued to leak from her nipples, soaking down her shirt in two wide streaks.

She had hoped she could get to her car before anyone saw her, but her luck today was continuing to be terrible.

“Ha! I knew I’d find you,” Hannah said from behind her.

Emily hunched over, holding herself tighter. “Go away.”

“Saw your boyfriend a second ago. He was pissed.”

Emily tried walking faster, but Hannah would not let up.

“Holy shit, are your boobs even bigger? Fucking gross. At least I can tell Sydney that her hormone theory was-” Hannah had caught up to her and fell silent when she saw the front of Emily’s breasts.

“Oh my god!” She stopped for a moment, shocked, but just as Emily passed her Hannah’s lips twitched upward into a predatory grin.

Emily ran. Whatever Hannah had to say, she didn’t want to hear it. Luckily, the bully wasn’t trying to follow her, apparently having gotten what she wanted out of her.

She made it to her car and went home, leaking breast-milk the entire way. When she finally pulled into her driveway, she rushed out of the car and went to her parents’ bathroom.

She took off her shirt, shuddering as she peeled the wet fabric off of her skin. Her nipples were extremely sensitive, with even the slightest brush of her fingertips sending pleasurable shocks through her tits.

They were so big; two basketball-sized orbs hanging down heavily to her belly-button. Despite their size, they looked perfect. They were round and perky, sagging just enough to form into two immaculate teardrops. Her nipples were huge; each one around two inches in both length and thickness with areolas that were over five inches wide.

She squeezed her breasts and quickly discovered how good it felt to be milked. Curious, she lifted her right breast to her mouth and suckled on her own nipple, nibbling on it as milk flooded into her mouth. It was thick, creamy, and delicious, and she couldn’t help but want more. Only a few seconds of this was enough to send her into orgasm, and she felt her legs give out. She collapsed to her knees, letting her breast fall from her mouth with a long, pleasured moan. Her milk flow surged, with two large streams arcing from her nipples while dozens of tiny streamers sprayed from her areolas in every direction.

As her orgasm faded, her flow reduced back to a slow, continuous leak. Her breathing was ragged as she returned to awareness.

If she could just forget about everything else, then she would just want to keep getting bigger and bigger, but she couldn’t get what Hannah said out of her head. “Gross”. No one but a nympho like Emily could think that boobs this big were sexy. That look on Jacob’s face…she didn’t know what caused it, but it couldn’t have been anything good. Did he think her boobs were gross, too?

She lifted herself up, careful not to slip in her milk. Her breasts were so heavy that they were starting to mess up her balance. She pulled a towel out of the bathroom closet and draped it over them so that more of her milk wouldn’t drip onto the floor.

She took some dildos out of her parents’ room and brought them back into the bathroom, dropping them into their large whirlpool tub. She delicately stepped into it and laid down, pulling the towel from her breasts and letting her milk flow freely. She grabbed a dildo and brought it to her pussy, gasping in pleasure as it entered her. She squeezed a hand around her nipple, pretending it was Jacob suckling at her teat.

As much as she hated herself for it, there was only one thing that could distract her from her depressed thoughts, and she could really use a distraction right now.

* * *

After the third orgasm, Jacob had figured that he wouldn’t be able to calm down any time soon, so he left school early. After spending two hours locked in his bathroom, cumming who knows how many times, he was finally soft.

He opened a window after wiping himself off. The smell of cum permeated the room, and he desperately hoped it would air out before his parents got home.

Now that he wasn’t consumed with lust, he could recognize how strange everything had been from the moment that Emily had walked into the classroom. His mind had been so addled that he never even questioned how she’d grown so much. Now, though, he realized how utterly bizarre it all was.

He had a few theories about what was going on, but that could wait. Right now he needed to apologize to Emily for being such a sleaze.

He picked up his phone and tried to call her, sighing as he only got her voicemail. Hanging up, he instead tried sending her a text.

Hey Emily. I’m really, really sorry about how I acted today. Are you alright?

It was a shitty apology, he knew, but he just couldn’t bring himself to go into detail over how much of a jerk he had been. He hit send, hoping she would get back to him.

He entered his room and locked the door before falling onto his bed. Looking down, he admired his new size. It looked big even while flaccid. He had measured himself the moment he got home, and at full erection he was sporting a hefty seven and a half inches, with two inch wide balls that apparently supplied an ungodly amount of sperm.

It seemed whatever was affecting Emily was affecting him as well, though only in one aspect. He couldn’t find anything different about himself other than his junk.

Did Emily know why this was happening? Either way, they would have to talk about it. It was definitely going to be awkward as hell, but he couldn’t just ignore this. Hopefully he would be prepared for when he saw her tomorrow. He couldn’t afford to go crazy like he did today.

* * *

Jacob gazed at the empty chair next to him. Emily had never replied to his text, and now she had skipped school. He was starting to get worried. He’d like to think that her parents had taken her to a doctor or something, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that that wasn’t the case.

The bell rang, and Jacob absentmindedly left the classroom. As he made his way to his next class, he saw Hannah and her friends standing in the hallway, laughing about something.

“It was hilarious. The dumb bimbo literally had to carry her boobs just to walk.”

Her friends laughed as Hannah hunched over and pretended to carry a heavy load against her chest.

Jacob approached them and gave Hannah a glare.

“Seriously, what is your problem?” he asked.

“Oh, hey, it’s the boyfriend.” Hannah smirked and glanced at his crotch. “Aw, am I not doing it for you? Guess you only get off to cows.”

“Fuck you.” He walked away. These idiots weren’t worth his time.

“How eloquent. Could you tell me something?” Hannah said, voice raised so everyone in the hall could hear her.

Jacob took in a calming breath and just kept walking.

“Were you mad because you knocked her up, or because someone else did?”

He stopped, fist clenching as he turned around. The volume of the conversations around them noticeably dimmed. “What are you talking about?”

“That’s what you were pissed about yesterday, right? I mean, she’s obviously pregnant.”

“I’m pretty sure she isn’t,” he replied, already regretting rising to her bait.

“So how do you explain the milk leaking out of those ugly udders of hers?”

“Even if she was pregnant, how is that any of your business?”

He could tell that that was the wrong response, going by the way Hannah grinned in triumph.

“So she is pregnant!” She turned to her friends. “Think the kid’ll be fucked up from whatever drug she’s using to blow herself up?”

“Are you a fucking psychopath?” Jacob asked, seething. Several onlookers stared at Hannah as if they were wondering the same thing.

Hannah simply sneered and walked away with her lackeys following behind her.

Jacob left in the opposite direction, ignoring the murmur of quiet conversations that began to spread through the hall. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to know if Emily was alright.

He exited the school and went to his car while trying one more time to call Emily. She didn’t answer, so he started looking up addresses for any nearby Tenner residences. She had told him that she lived in White Springs, one of the ritzier neighborhoods in the area, so he didn’t have to look very hard to find an address that fit the bill. “Michael and Jessica Tenner” were most likely her parents.

After a half hour drive, he made his way into the suburb, admiring how big all the houses were. When his GPS had indicated that he had arrived at his destination, he turned into the driveway of one of the mini-mansions.

He looked in his rear-view mirror and saw that the red SUV that had been driving behind him for a while turned into the driveway as well. There was a man driving and a woman in the passenger seat. Emily’s parents, probably. Well, this was awkward.

They both parked, and when he exited his car, he was met with two stunning individuals, though one was much more stunning than the other. No wonder Emily was so hot. God, her mom was built.

Luckily he was able to keep his ogling to a minimum. Hopefully they didn’t notice, as they already didn’t seem to be in a forgiving mood.

The woman gave him a suspicious look. “Can we help you?”

Jacob suddenly found his shoes to be utterly fascinating. “Uh, are you Emily Tenner’s parents?”

“We are,” Mr. Tenner said.

“I’m Jacob Housley; one of her friends from school. Is…Is she doing alright? She didn’t come to school today and she won’t answer her phone.”

Some of the tension in their stances eased, though not completely.

“I’ll go look for her,” Mrs. Tenner said before swiftly making her way to the front door.

Mr. Tenner watched her go and turned back toward Jacob with a halfhearted smile. “Sorry about that. We’ve been away from home and Emily hasn’t been answering our calls since Sunday, so we’re a bit worried.”

Jacob furrowed his brow. “How long have you been gone?”

The worry on Mr. Tenner’s face deepened. “We left Friday evening. Why, did something happen?”

“Uh, well…”

* * *

Emily stood in the bathtub, leaning over at a ninety degree angle, letting her watermelon-sized breasts hang freely under her. She kept one hand on the side of the tub while the other milked her breasts, alternating with every squeeze. She wanted to do both at the same time, but at this point her boobs were so heavy that she wouldn’t have been able to keep her balance in this position.

She couldn’t believe she didn’t think to try this sooner. She had spent hours last night masturbating in the tub, just letting her milk pour down the drain, wasted. After that she had slept in her room, which turned out to have been a horrible idea. Even the heavy towels she had slept on couldn’t prevent her milk from soaking into her bed. Since then she had holed herself up in the bathroom, sitting in the large, open shower or lying in the bathtub. It was only half an hour ago that she thought to plug the tub’s drain and fill it with her milk. The tub was really big, so it was slow going, but it had already gotten up to her ankles. At this rate, she should be able to bathe in her own breast-milk by the end of the day, which by her estimation was the sexiest thing ever.

Oh, she knew reality would come crashing down on her eventually. She could never live a normal life with giant, constantly leaking tits. She couldn’t even understand how it was possible. Even when she milked herself as hard as she could, the flow would just never cease. Where was it all coming from? Anyway, she knew that once her parents got home, she’d have to deal with the harsh realities of her situation, but until then she was going to enjoy herself as much as she could.

She stood up and stretched, deciding to take a break. Even if she’d never run low on supply, her breasts still got a bit sore after such a long milking session. She carefully got out of the tub, being careful about her balance due to the unfamiliarity of her new center of gravity. After successfully extracting herself, she turned around toward the bathroom door and yelped.


Her mother was standing there in the doorway, grinning from ear to ear.

“Mama! This is, um.” She tried to cover herself up, but she was so big now that it was an impossibility. After a few seconds fumbling with her tits, she instead turned around, her breasts swinging heavily at the sudden movement.

“This isn’t…I just…”

She felt her mother’s body press against her back as two strong arms wrapped around her.

“Oh baby, you’re so beautiful!” Jessica rested her head on Emily’s shoulder and chuckled. “Figures you’d fall for someone the one time we’re gone for a week.”

“Huh?”

“One second, baby. I need to tell your dad that you’re okay.” Jessica broke her embrace and exited the bathroom, leaving behind a thoroughly confused Emily.

* * *

Jacob entered the house behind Mr. Tenner. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he was overwhelmed by Emily’s scent. He quickly held his nose. When Mr. Tenner turned to look at him, he put on the same strange smile that he had when Jacob had explained Emily’s sudden growth spurt.

Mr. Tenner brought them both to the living room and sat in a recliner, inviting Jacob to sit on the couch next to it.

“So what’s your relationship with Emily?” the man asked.

“Just friends,” Jacob replied, perhaps a bit too quickly. “We’re lab partners in biology, and we meet up in the library to do homework and stuff.”

Mr. Tenner smiled. “That’s all?”

Jacob shifted uncomfortably. There was no way he could tell the man that he was in love with his daughter. Talk about awkward. Then again, he didn’t seem very upset by the idea. He almost seemed…wistful?

Luckily Mrs. Tenner entered the room, saving Jacob from having to think up an answer.

“Emily’s fine, honey,” she said to Mr. Tenner. “Looks like our little late bloomer finally took an interest in someone.”

She looked at Jacob, and when their eyes met, she broke into a wide grin.

“And it seems we’ve got just the person she needs right now.”

The beautiful woman strode up to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him toward the staircase.

“You’re going to tell him, too?” Mr. Tenner said. “Shouldn’t that be Emily’s decision?”

Mrs. Tenner stopped and turned toward her husband, hugging Jacob’s arm in a way that didn’t seem completely appropriate.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” she replied.

The man chuckled, rolling his eyes. “If you say so.”

Mrs. Tenner continued to guide Jacob up the stairs.

“Um, is it alright if I ask what the heck’s going on?” he asked as they entered an astonishingly large bedroom.

The strong, beautiful woman hanging off his arm smiled and shushed him. “You’ll find out. I’m going to explain things to Emily, while you stand next to the door.” Her grin took on a hint of mischievousness. “Come in when I tell you to.”

“Uh, okay.”

“By the way,” she whispered in his ear, making him shiver. “This,” she pulled his hand away from his nose, “isn’t going to help much.”

“Wha-“

“Shh.” She smiled and pointed at the open door up ahead.

She pressed a finger to her lips and winked before entering the room, leaving behind a thoroughly confused Jacob.

* * *

Emily tied the belt of the bathrobe around her waist. She was so big now that she couldn’t fully wrap it around her chest or hips, but it at least covered up her nipples. She had put on the thong she had taken from her parents’ closet yesterday to cover her lower body, but the thing was so minuscule that she wasn’t sure if it was more or less embarrassing than just going without.

She was quite a sight. The robe wrapped completely around her midsection while the top and bottom of her body was bursting out of it. A deep chasm of cleavage ran all the way down to her waist, while two dark stains marked where her nipples were hidden. A tiny piece of triangular fabric just barely covered her slit, the thin material clinging tightly to the contours of her lower lips, with a small bump indicating the location of her swollen clit.

“I think you’re going to find it hard to preserve your modesty with curves like that, baby.”

Emily turned to her mother, who was smiling warmly at her.

Emily frowned in confusion. “You’re not…bothered by this?” she asked, gesturing at her massively expanded body.

Jessica shrugged. “What’s there to be bothered about?”

“I don’t know! How about the fact that I grew over a dozen cup sizes in a matter of days?” she said, voice rising. “Or how about the fact that my butt’s so big that I can’t fit into normal chairs? Not to mention all of this!” She pointed at the shallow pool of milk still sitting in the tub.

She tried to look down at her feet, but was unable to see past the globes jutting from her chest.