Benefits of the Nutrex System (Part 3) (Patreon)

Greetings my Dear Patron,

That flood coming from a broken dam I was hoping for is less of a deluge than I was hoping. Nevertheless I have been making progress on a brand new story that I want to start sharing with you as soon as I have a nice chunk ready. It is a bit different than what I have been writing up until now and I am not sure if there will be explicit inflation for a while, but there will be plenty of sexiness, big sizes, unique scenarios, and lots of everyday life stuff. Taking almost an objective a look as possible on a situation through a hopeful, yet somewhat realistic lens.  You will see.

I hope you are staying cool out there. Summer is just kicking into full swing on the Northern Hemisphere of our precious planet and it is forgiving. Seeing news articles about the limits of the human body in the face of ever-increasing heat and humidity makes me nervous sometimes. Trying to focus on the important things in life and enjoy my writing and free time when I can. That is all you can do really, isn't it?

Here is the final part of the Nutrex System story. I saved the best for last I think and sincerely hope that you enjoy it.  It is early in the week so depending on how much progress I make on the new story I might give a sneak peek of that as well, but no promises.  

Hoping for as comfortable a week as possible for you!

Tata!

~Michelle

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He told her about his personal situation as well and despite the fact that they wanted to think it over and figure out what was happening, they had more important things to do like have sex on their wedding night. The moment he plunged his cock inside of her for the first time as a married couple, milk began to spray up from her as she lay on her back.

 “Oh fuck, it’s so big Tris. Damn.” She was reaching down to slow his entry since she needed to get acclimated to it slowly.  He just moved his hips, precum and all, in and out of her vagina without a care. This was his wife, after all. It was like pumping a well, the harder he thrust inside of her the more and faster milk sprayed from her breasts coating them both in a drizzle of milk. She finally was used to him as the milk and her own womanly essence made things smooth enough for him to get in and out, tight as it may be, without any trouble. She was in paradise and he started to hit back as his pace got more aggressive.  She felt the slippery wet head of his cock knocking against her g spot and her orgasm came fairly quickly. He started grunting harder, squinting in the face of the milk being sprayed at him from the two little geysers on the tips of her breasts, and could feel the orgasm coming on.  She grabbed his ass and held on as tightly as she could forcing him to come inside.

 “Please. Please. Inside of me, all of it.” And she wasn’t joking either.  They were married after all. The house thing needed to be dealt with, but that would come in time. He nodded and leaned in for a deep kiss and as their tongues swirled in a dance of passion he hit back with one last forceful jab and nutted deep.  She felt each hot thick spurt of cum splash around her insides, filling her even more than she felt from his cock already and she let out a moan as her orgasm came back for another round of pleasure. He was curled over, both hands on the bed supporting himself as more semen gushed from his balls and it started to overflow out around his thick meaty pole and ooze down onto the sheets. Milk from her breasts kept spraying, but the intensity died down to a trickle and then eventually stopped as the orgasm faded.  He fell off of her and was laying beside her, the two of them holding hands, his cock still pulsing a few farewell shocks of good feeling through his penis every 3 or 4 seconds before it went soft.  They lay there the rest of the night holding hands and sleeping off a fantastic evening. The best night of their lives perhaps.

A couple of months later things had progressed more.  She wasn’t pregnant yet, despite them trying - a lot, but the milk situation had grown more and more severe. They had to buy a breast pump because although he did his best the first couple of weeks, he could not subsist on Tiffany’s breast milk alone although he would have liked to. The 34DDD bra from the wedding was a joke compared to what she would need now, and she could only really fit into large sports bras and line them with absorbent pads. That usually bought her enough time to get to a private place where she could pump before they got soggy with milk and soaked whatever blouse or jacket she was wearing at the time. But in the bedroom, it proved to be a very fun addition to their normal routine which was starting to get more and more exotic involving milky titty fucks, and since they were trying for a child, lots of creampies and cum-play. She had been taking a break from the Nutrex System after one particularly intense round of Nutrex Slam where a foam barrier bumped her in the breasts, which most things did these days since they were as big as melons now even after a full hour being pumped, and the milk ended up causing another member to slip and they injured themselves.  It was an interesting thing to explain, but thankfully Tristen was there that time and was able to be moral support helping to explain while she just held a towel to her breasts soaking up milk through the stretchy top she wore.

 Tristen would still go from time to time, but he was also having troubles of his own. What they thought was a fluke ended up growing into a more serious issue, when his dick kept getting longer and thicker and his balls as well ballooned up to the size of small oranges.  Running was becoming a problem and he started to get nervous around the girls who slowly gravitated towards him and were asking what nights he went to.  Tiffany was cool with it all in all, but he knew in his heart that she was the one for him.  He would still head in once a week or so in the evenings to enjoy himself and get some stress out. They both ended up quite toned, and he even built quite a bit of muscle on his legs, core, and arms.

 It was break time at Tiffany’s job at the optometrist and she and Melanie were chatting about things. Melanie finally got back to her about the lactation side effects that one of the Nutrex brand experimental soymilks had.  Apparently, there were a few other supplements and agents designed to help with the system routines that had the unintended side effect of growth and, apparently, lactation. They were going over options and agreed that they could have a sit down with some representatives of the lab researching for Nutrex about what to do going forward.  Tiffany shut off the pump, replaced the two full bottles with new empty ones, and turned it back on pausing for a moment letting that feeling wash over her before focusing back in on her friend.

 Overall it looked like there were a couple of options, one involved a healthy payoff and cutting them off completely from the experiment since some of these side effects arguably beyond what was stipulated in the contract they signed up for hastily. Tiff was surprisingly amicable about the thing and had found a couple of online groups for new mothers unable to produce breast milk and was donating and selling her excess milk through those channels to people in need until she had a need herself when she and Tristen got their new place and had kids.  Melanie was flipping back and forth between being the supportive and concerned friend to the semi-professional doing damage control. She didn’t know things would go this far, gesturing to Tiff’s large untucked work shirt showing the outlines of the pumps pulsing and sucking milk out of her large swollen breasts, already a dozen or so milliliters full.

 Or they could continue the trials after a payoff, a ‘hiring bonus’ they termed it, and enter into a new contract which had a lot more stipulations, but it would be lucrative enough to remove the need for her to work full time, and they could back out at any time they wanted.  She’d have to talk to Tristen about it, but loved the idea of being about to go to classes during the day.  She could probably knock out her schooling in half the time and get her doctorate in a year’s time if she went full-on. That prospect was alluring, and she couldn’t deny how good it felt to be full of milk, seeing her breasts growing, the smiles of thanks on the mothers who needed her milk, and the sex. Oh, the sex was becoming out of this world for her and Tristen.  She lifted her shirt and saw the flow from the pumps was finally waning enough that she would be able to last until the evening without any sudden letdowns, nodded, pulled the pumps off, dabbed her breasts with some terrycloth, and placed two fresh clean nursing pads over each nipple then re-latched the fronts of the large nursing bra’s cups. She pulled down her shirt and tucked it, put the milk bottles in a small fabric cooler bag she kept with her, got packed up, and the girls were ready to head back to work.  The prospect of not needing to go to work every day, to focus on school, would be a dream come true for her.

 He had found a decent brand of fake jeans that had a more breathable, thinner fabric and bought a few pairs of those since there was no getting around the fact that he needed more room in his pants. Likewise, he started opting for special briefs that could accommodate his size better too and they helped quite a bit, but made his bulge stand out more obviously. The one or two times he got a random erection under his desk, his shaft would fight its way free of the supportive pouch and snake down along his thigh, and begin to make a wet spot of precum on his pants above his knee. He had to miss half a lunch break one day, nervous about standing up while people were milling around, and waiting until there were only a few people to get up and head to the elevator. Remembering that incident, while he continued tapping away at his keyboard and glancing at the clock on the corner of the desktop, often made him a little horny. His embarrassment was uncomfortable and he didn’t want to run around the office with a raging erection. Think of how HR would spin that if anyone took offense. He had to protect himself and keep this job. For his family. His thoughts kept flicking over to sex with Tiffany between his various reveries and mundane concerns. She didn’t have a lesson tonight and they had planned to spend it trying to get pregnant.

 After their wedding night, they kind of waited with anticipation to see if she would miss her period, but it came. A little late, but it still came. They were disappointed, but it wasn’t the worst news.  Their life together as a couple was really nice and the prospect of saving enough cash for a down payment didn’t seem so far away. A solid year or two of saving and they might be able to make it happen. They could raise a kid in the apartment for two or three years, he thought. It would be tight, but they could make it work, they always did. Then they could have the house of their dreams. He was smiling thinking about it and his thoughts were attracted back to the thought of seeing her bounce up and down on top of his flesh spear, seeing those huge breasts of hers bouncing up and down spraying milk all over his face. He felt the contained bulge of his full balls and hardening cock begin to push against the fabric of his briefs as he got hard. ‘Not again’ he mused, but looking at the clock he had an hour or two before he would head home yet. He adjusted his pants as subtly as he could and took a cautious glance in the direction of Claire who was busy typing away with a whiteboard marker in her mouth. He felt the hot flesh of his lengthening member slide across his inner thigh and harden until it was wedged between his leg and the top of his jeans. He felt the first drip of precum drip on his leg near his knee and begin to trickle down languidly tickling him. ‘Oh well.’ He thought and focused back on his work. There was a clicking noise like something fell down and Claire’s chair squeaked. She leaned forward rolling around and swiveling on her chair searching for it, only the little spikes from her messy bun swiveling around behind the horizon of the desk across from him as he glanced between the monitors and files. He scratched his leg and kept working.

Claire saw it, the marker, but it fell into a small nest of dusty wires and was covered in dirt. She slipped off her chair and got onto her knees and scooted under trying to reach for it, but it was in there deep. Tristen reached a hand down to brush at his pants since his throbbing erection was starting to get hot on his leg and he shifted it without thinking. Her eyes were locked onto the bulging thick missile in his pants as it drew a long line of taut fabric pulling it hard like it was a create ensnared by a net trying to break free. Her hands were feeling around in the wires and getting dirty, but her eyes were locked on his rod and as her eyes adjusted to the darkness under the desk, the damp spot near the tip of his cock. She mouthed silently ‘holy..’ before finally finding and marker.

 “You alright down there? Did it come over here or something?” Tristen wheeled back turning a bit, and the light shined on his cock giving her a view as clear as day of it that would be burned into her memory for a long time to come. Her head bumped the desk and she waved the marker a little bit.

 “Oh, no! Thanks! I got it! Sorry about that.” She shuffled and shimmied, thick hips moving back and forth in a knit skirt as she escaped the dungeon and sat back down in a huff. Tristen smiled and she held up a marker while blowing her bangs out of her face and adjusting her glasses. Tristen made a gesture like there was something in his hair and she pulled out a mirror and saw there was a big dusty fuzzball in her hair. “They really need to clean this nest of wires out.” Shaking her head and picked it out of her hair and dropped it into the trash can.  “I am going to go get cleaned up, I got all dusty.”

 “Sounds good, see you in a few.” He said jovially and got back to work. “Only a few more hours…” He whispered under his breath taking one more glance and looking at the clock, thoughts of Tiffany flitting through his mind’s eye as his dick flexed once, hard as a rock.

 She pulled down his pants as he sat down undoing his tie and throwing it across the room. He was lounging back and had his arms stretched out to both sides thankful the time had finally come.  He shifted in his seat and moved his legs helping her take off his pants. He was staring at her breasts, cleavage straining against the buttons of her shirt, little windows spanning the gap of the cloth between buttonholes. Until their growth slowed down, Tiffany decided to only buy and wear large stretchy soft bras instead of investing in nice ones. Whatever was easiest to milk in and felt the most comfortable. She was still in the range where she could buy a nursing bra and her breasts still fit in it to some extent except when they were full to the point they were leaking.

She caught him staring down at her rack and undid another button on the top and two or three on the bottom, her shirt was being held closed barely by two or three buttons and she reached up towards his package, his hardening penis flexing against the fabric trying to get more space so it could unfurl completely. She pulled down the waistband on the briefs that were pretty much a glorified speedo putting all his meat on display. It sprung out and flipped upwards hanging over towards her face and slowly thickening and growing longer and harder right in front of her eyes. She yanked the speedo off and tossed it to the side and his balls seemed to almost swell before her eyes now that they weren’t being compacted between his thighs and thick shaft in that cock pocket all day.

“That feels so good, babe,” Tristen said.  She smiled and began to lick and kiss his dick from the base all the way to the top giving it the last push it needed to reach total hardness. It almost looked painful how taught and straight it was, filled with blood and flexing along with the beat of his heart.  She began to suck the bulbous chestnut-sized head and reached up to the shaft and balls stroking it and playing with them as the taste of precum spread across her pallet. He started letting out a few whispering groans of pleasure as she managed another inch and another inch into her mouth.  Her tongue was swirling around in circles and her lips were pressed tight and just as soon as he felt the rhythm pushing him closer, she pulled off and got her body closer picking up her breasts and plunging into them from the bottom up.  She had more than enough exposed cleavage on the bottom under the bra and button-down shirt that she could bounce her chest easily and it automatically titty fucked his long rod.

“They are so huge, baby. How many times do you milk them each day now? Twice?” He was reaching down and playing with her breasts while she moved them up and down from the bottom.

“Three times if I am being careful.  But I can get away with only two if my morning milk is a good one.” She said while milking him, his cock disappearing between her expansive breasts and poking up from her cleavage like a diver would for air. “I am not the only big one though, am I?” She smiled leaning down and giving his tip a playful lick. “Have you even bothered measuring it? I can tell you that it is almost too much for me to handle, Tris, it’s so big.” She looked back down at her handiwork.

“Not too big for these, though. Not yet, at least.” He gave her breasts a nice firm squishy squeeze and pressed them together around his gently thrusting penis. She let out a light moan and closed her eyes and he felt wetness on his crotch.

“Now you did it.” She said. “It won’t stop until they are empty or I cum. At least that is what it seems like these days.”

“I love it.” He said and he took her breasts and began to bounce them up and down on his dick faster and faster. The spot of wetness on her shirt where hard nipples were poking up from behind her shirt from earlier spread out and darkened until it was dripping wet, conforming to the shape like a vacuum, and then spurting out with a little spritz each time the breasts squished down hard causing him to grunt and her to moan as he took full control.

“Don’t get too carried away…” She began to hold her breasts back slightly and pull them off when his pace started to get too quick.  “It isn’t a sprint, remember?” She smiled and went back to the slow pace and he took a breath laying back somewhat.

“You’re right, Tiff. It just feels so good and I feel something within side me that yearns to unleash when I am around you and…” He takes a deep breath and then begins to unbutton her shirt sliding it off her shoulders.  Her breasts had soaked the bra cups nearly through. He unlatched the two wet doors and the two pads she had tucked in there, soggy with her hot milk, peeled off her breasts landing with a splat on his lower abs. Her nipples were leaking milk profusely and the bra was no more than a harness that was too small for her breasts, large engorged nipples and dark areola harnessed in by the soft angles of the triangular cups causing them to bulge out. The shoulder and side straps also were digging into her breast meat and holding them at bay by the grace of only a few hooks, masked poorly by a little pink bow, linked together right between her two leaky nipples.

 He stood her up and his hard cock fell away from her breasts and dragged across her chest and stomach drawing a glistening line of precum like a child running wildly down a hallway with a crayon. It eventually found its way to resting against her belly button and they began to make out with primal hunger. Her breasts were pressed against his chest and dripping milk down his naked body. He worked to undo the button and pull down the fly of her tight slacks. Her ass had only gotten bigger despite all the exercise and it was as difficult to pull out those big cheeks as it was to shove them in there. Their kissing and attempt to take off her pants led them to the bedroom where she fell back on their bed.  She worked her hips and was pushing down while he grabbed at the ankles and yanked.  They finally got them off and a look of relief crossed her face as he dove into the bed straddling her on all fours and dipping his head down to her breast like a lion going to drink at an oasis. The harder he sucked one, the more the other sprayed in the air. Her hand reached down to her clitoris and she began to work it with light gentle touches and flicks while her other hand sought his penis, finding it easily taking it in her hand and stroking it causing droplets of semen to fall down onto her vulva and the other hand which was busy working her clit. She kept scooping up the droplets of cum with her fingers and using it to lube herself up and, in her mind, increase the chances that they would have a baby.

 “I get the feeling today is going to be a big one, Tris.” She said with a look of expectancy and hope in her eyes down at him. She was biting her bottom lip and smiling at him. He looked up, and smiled back at her after one long suck on her big breasts and let it fall out of his mouth with a pop.

 “Today might be the day baby. I will give you all I got.” He leaned down for the other breasts and began to suck it, drinking the milk like that was all he was going to get for dinner that night. She guided his impatient cock with her hands to where it wanted to go and he gave a few shallow pokes inside of her to gauge how ready she was for it, and she nodded putting one flat palm on his abs and the other on his shoulder.

 “Let me have it Tristen.” And she gritted her teeth with an uneasy look on her face as he began to thrust harder and faster working up to a rhythm that was good for him.  He was a people pleaser by nature, but when he got the go-ahead like this he didn’t want to refuse a gift given freely and he started railing her deeply.  His hands naturally went to both her breasts, teasing her nipples between the middle and ring finger on each hand as he pressed in squeezing hard enough so that milk shot from her breasts and spread into the air, a crystal spray coming down like a misty shower on them both. She was tighter than he remembered, or maybe he was bigger again, it didn’t matter, but each time he hit back she let out a whimper of pleasure and he felt the moist warmth inside of her spread around and coat his penis more and more. She squealed in glee as her orgasm began to ramp up in intensity and she cried out.

 “I’m… good… baby… Just come.  Come. Come as hard as you can. Please!” She reached upwards grabbed the pillow in clutching hands and lifted up her legs to lock him in since she knew he was close. He grunted and thrust as deep as he could inside of her, an inch or two of his long meat still hanging out of her vagina, and felt the building orgasm at the base of his cock teased by her lips, her tongue, her big breasts, and her fingers, approach the brink of orgasm like a balloon at its absolute limit. With one final forward thrust pushing as hard as he could his orgasm exploded and that pressure and waiting on the edge gave way like a flood and flood it did. His penis must have been at a perfect angle and the first few hard thick jets of cum went deep inside of her, clearing the cervix before filling her up and the following gushes of cum began to fill her vagina and mingle with her own natural juices creating a soup of life. His large heavy balls were far from through their work and were pumping hard moving up and down like the piston of an old well spout sending more and more of the hot white gunk deep inside of her. She moaned and her head arched back as she threw her arms out to the sides, then to his arms, then to the sides again unable to find any place to put them that would help her through his ordeal of pleasure. There was too much semen inside of her and it began to overflow and blurt from the sides where his cock was plugging her up and only the sheer pressure and volume of semen made it possible. It was like an ejaculation of its own, spurting from her onto his waist and pelvis and dripping down in hurried globs.

They stayed in that position for a little while taking deep breaths and looking at each other. Her milk was more of a trickle again, but still squirting.  She leaned up on her elbows and proceeded to roll over, him inside her the whole time so that she was on top.

 “One more, just to be sure.” She said with a smile and began to bounce her huge ass up and down on his legs while she denied him the chance to get soft and began to bring him to the edge again. She was leaning forward and her breasts were so big and heavy, still quite full, and spraying like a mister on a hot day soaking his face, hair, and chest. He slowly threw his own weight into her riding him until he matched her rhythm and soon their teamwork had her bouncing up and down on his rod like she was sitting on a trampoline a few times his cock almost came out completely giving her a deep, full, tight stroke right up to the very back on her insides. He came again, hard, and filled her again. He could have sworn he saw a bulge near her abdomen, but she just shook her big ass back and forth using its momentum to wiggle that cock head as deep as it would possibly go while it spewed jet after jet of baby batter deep into her womanly oven. They were going to make a cake and they were pretty sure that they couldn’t get much more thorough than this. She came again as the semen filled her fully and had to roll off to the side.  Her legs spread and a thick droopy burst of cum came out of her when his cock head finally got to see the light of day again, followed by a thick oozy river of cum mixed with her fluid of arousal.

 As his cock slowly softened over the next ten or so minutes, so too did her breast milk flow slow to a stop. They lay there for another fifteen or twenty minutes, just holding hands quietly and listening to the sound of each other's breath while letting that amazing feeling wash over them. There was a pool of cold cum between her legs that looked like someone had spilled a big pot of yogurt on the bed.

 “Well if that didn’t do it…” Tristen said breathlessly.

 “Then we will have to try again. And again. And again.” Tiffany said with a smile.

 “I think even if we do succeed we should still keep trying.” He smiled back.

 “At least until it becomes a health concern. I swore I was going to split in half when you were tossing me up and down on top of you.” She laughed.

 “We barely had a minute or two of breathing and you were right on top of me. I don’t even think my dick came out.” He leaned up laughing and poked her breast playfully. A tiny trickle of milk came out. “Does it feel better? Not so full?”  She nodded.

“I like it actually. It’s pretty arousing, and on one hand, it is a waste since the children can’t drink it, but on the other hand, it isn’t because, well, you drink it. Some of it at least. I am soaked through.” She mused.

“We are going to need to buy waterproof sheets or else we will need to throw this mattress away…” He was thinking logistics now and she nodded in agreement.

“I talked to Melanie. About our situation…” She began. And they had a discussion about their options, how the side effects of her lactation could be litigated, likewise with his own growth and expansion, but since the side effects were all good for the most part aside from the minor annoyance of needing to be milked multiple times a day or the inconvenience of walking around with a big fat cock in their pants, they had options since taking Nutrex to court didn’t seem fair. That company, well, honestly, Melanie, gave them an opportunity that almost saved them from a lot of problems.  And if how Melanie described it to Tiffany was accurate, she could be a full-time student and they would still keep getting supplements, a payoff. Enough for a down payment. They decided that they would keep on the supplements and be hired full-time.  He would keep going to work, but she would quit her job. Besides her milk business and schooling, she had plenty of time to enjoy painting and thinking, and preparing for the future.

They had enough money saved and from the lump sum, they got to cover the down payment on a new house. They found a nice realtor and were able to secure a spot in only a few months’ time. They were standing, posed in front of the house, her hands on her tummy which was just beginning to show signs of inhabitation, and everything was looking good according to the doctor. She was wearing a light fabric and her breasts were large, full, and round, hanging down just above her belly button. Her shining blonde hair was cut short to the shoulder and she was smiling brightly, her other hand behind his back.  He was wearing a red t-shirt of a guy in a light brown bear suit giving a piggyback ride to an actual bear and wearing some baggy jeans. If you were looking for it, you could see the bulge going down his pant leg as he smiled, face framed with his wavy long black hair and a hand on her shoulder.

 The thing they were thinking at that moment was nothing short of ‘We made it.”