Dreams III (Patreon)

Note: This is a story-prompt for Kush Destroyer.

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Chris’s nipples were squirting nonstop. He kept eating regardless, allowing his milk to spray onto his food, completely drenching it. But he didn’t mind it. The flavor was creamy, rich, buttery, and sweet. It was sort of addictive. He was even a little awed that he was able to produce something so delicious without even trying.

After he demolished the donuts, Chris caved and ordered some pizzas on his credit card. He also put in an order for more donuts, some cake, and additional pastries. His food arrived within the hour and it was all so delicious. He spent hours stuffing his face through sitcom reruns, moaning in pleasure as he consumed more food and more of his milk.

By the time he was finished, Chris felt absolutely stuffed. His belly was a packed, rounded mass. The outer layer was soft and allowed for inches of his fingers to push in when he touched it. But his stomach itself was almost painfully bloated from his food binge, his belly so rounded he looked as though he could have been at term with child!

Chris heaved himself up from the couch with a groan, and as he did, he could tell that he was definitely heavier. He waddled his way to his bedroom, confronting his full-length mirror, and was amazed to see that not only had his belly expanded, but is breasts well. They had easily doubled in size, just round and huge, and packed with the milk that continued to squirt relentlessly from his nipples, even splashing against the mirror at times.

Breathing heavily, Chris slid his hands to his hips, which were fatter, softer, and wider now. He turned to his side, finding that his backside was absolutely massive as it protruded out behind him, bobbing or jiggling with his every movement.

A thick layer of fat coated his whole body, from his shoulders, to his arms, to his waist and his thighs. He had been transformed.

Chris continued to explore himself, sliding his hands down, and beneath what remained of his torn basketball shorts. He was surprised to find a new mass there that was easily the size of a watermelon! He had failed to notice it with his midsection blocking his field of vision. Chris shoved the shorts down, his hand sliding over the swell, causing him to gasp and shudder. He turned back to the mirror, twisting his body just enough to see what lay directly beneath his belly. It looked like…it was a cow udder!

It was a stunning revelation and Chris didn’t know quite how to process it. All he knew was that he felt incredibly fatigued by then. Deciding to deal with this later, he eased himself against his bed, lay down, and immediately fell asleep. He quickly found himself immersed in more of those weird dreams.

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Chris awoke with a groan.

He felt tight and sore. He gazed down at himself, hands carefully ghosting over his curves. His mouth fell open.

His breasts were huge. Hot, sweaty, flushed, and swollen. They were oversaturated with milk, so much that they ached a little, sitting round on his chest, having clearly gone up a few cup sizes.

It took some struggle for Chris to heave himself up, but he soon found himself in a sitting position with his hands leaned back on the mattress behind him. He found that his udder was just as packed and tight as his breasts were, having also increased significantly in size. Chris moaned in discomfort, shifting slightly. Further examination of his breasts revealed the transformation of his nipples, and he couldn’t believe he had missed it on first glance. Somehow his nipples had not only swollen, but lengthened. They had become outrageously distended, protruding out like teats!

Unable to help himself, Chris reached up, taking a teat in his fist, tugging and squeezing. A low hum came up his throat as warm milk splashed free. “Mmmm…”

It felt amazing. Chris’s other hand moved down to his udder, doing the same, tugging and squeezing, milking himself as he groaned and hummed. “Moooo…”

As distended as his nipples were, it was easy to navigate one into his mouth. He took a long pull, shuddering with pleasure as his mouth was filled with the creamy milk he was producing. It was so good he thought he could drink it forever. “Mooo…” Chris hummed in pleasure as he drank and sprayed from his six teats. In the meantime, his body pulsed and grew.