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Udders?

“Okay, I get it: instead of staring when your bikini had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction, I should’ve told you,” I said, hoping my wife would accept the apology. “Being busty is harder than it looks, I get that now. So could you change me back?”
“Why on Earth would I want to do that?” she said, sarcasm in her tone. “I thought you liked boobs?”
“I do! But not when they’re on MY chest! They’re so big and heavy…” my voice trailed off as I prodded my breasts. They felt so tender all of a sudden, and almost…sloshy? “And where did all these veins come from? My jugs were smooth less than an hour ago,” I wondered more to myself than to my wife. “They look almost like-“
“Udders? I know.” I looked up from my breasts as my wife spoke. “U-udders?” I stuttered out, backing against the railing and staring at my chest, my face a mix of confusion and fear.
My wife nodded. “Yes, udders. You know, like a cow? You see, that potion I gave you to turn you into a woman doesn’t come from nowhere! I have to make it. Well, I don’t: my cows do.”
“But I-I’m your husband?!”
“Funny, that’s what my last five husbands said when I did the exact same thing to them,” she paused for a moment to grab a bucket, and a stool. “But what does that matter? I make a fortune off this milk: do you know what people will pay to change someone into a busty woman? Of course, after a while their breasts start to fill up with the milk, usually after a few days, and by then it’s too late. It will be permanent.”
Permanent. This is my new body, forever. I reached up, and hefted one of my new breasts. Then a thought occurred to me:
“What happened to your other husbands?” I asked, afraid of the answer.
“They stopped giving me milk. It doesn’t last forever. After a few years your tits will stop producing milk. They’ll get flat and saggy, just like when a cow’s udder is empty. You basically have two of those on your chest now,” she smirked. “Now get over here and get on all fours, tits over the bucket: it’s milking time.”
I did as she said, my udders dangling over the bucket. She reached over with a cold hand, and started squeezing my breasts. It felt so good. Even though my tits were tender, and I felt a bit of pain, it felt amazing to empty them out.
After about half an hour she patted my nude ass, and stood up, taking the bucket with her. “That’s good for now. I’ll tell you when your next milking is, but until then stay in the house.” I nodded, stood up, and looked at my tits. They were much less full, and definitely sagged lower than before. I knew they would fill back up eventually, but what about in a few years, when I stopped making milk completely? My “wife” would abandon me then, and go looking for another victim…

Where I Got Them Part 7

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As I had predicted, the doorbell rang shortly after I had hung up on Alyssa. I opened the door, and she stood there, clearly braless. I managed to restrain myself.
“Ugh, look at these things!” she said after she stepped inside and I closed the door. She pulled her shirt off over her head in one elegant motion, and revealed her busty chest.
“Wow,” I said. “You weren’t kidding about those things!” Her nipples, which had once been small and pale, were now large dark pancakes capping her tits, I reached forward unconsciously to touch one, but I was stopped. “No, don’t,” Alyssa said. “They’re super sensitive.” Okay then.
“You think you got it bad, look at me!” I said, gesturing to my changed body. She clearly hadn’t noticed, since her mouth hung open in surprise as she looked over my body.
“You-you’ve put on some weight, haven’t you?” she said mockingly.
“Yeah, because you spilled the bottle of oil on me!” it was hard acting angry about it. the truth was I loved my new body, and all the curves I now possessed. Alyssa started walking around me, looking at how my too-tight clothes hugged my body, leaving nothing to the imagination. “It’s not fair though,” she said. “I have these big dark things on my boobs, but you still have bigger ones!” I smirked: she was jealous of my tits.
“You can touch them, if you want…” I said subtly. She reached out, and touched one. She rubbed it slightly, but then stopped. “Can-can I…see them?”
“Of course,” I said, pulling off my thin shirt. While she was mesmerized by my chest, I removed my pants as well, exposing my big ass and birthing hips. I pulled her in closer, and put my hand to her breasts. I rubbed her nipples, and she moaned in ecstasy. I squeezed them, and she moaned louder. I looked down, and saw the front of her tight pants getting wet. I could feel the space between my own legs getting the same. She reached up, and grabbed one of my tits, holding tightly to it as she whispered “fuck me…”
I led her over to the couch, tearing off her pants as I did so, exposing her pussy to the open air. She reached down to mine, and slipped one finger inside me. I had felt my own fingers in there, but to feel somebody else’s was a new experience entirely.
We layed down on the couch, her on top of me, her tits swaying in front of my face. I lifted my head slightly, and wrapped my mouth around her nipple. I sucked. She moaned louder still. I reached my hand up to tease her other nipple, and with my free hand I reached down between her legs. Within moments I had her orgasming, and shortly after she made me do the same.
That was when Alyssa went from being my best friend, to being my girlfriend.

Why are Yours Bigger?

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“Okay, I know why we were cursed to be pregnant women…” the blonde said.
“Yeah, guess we shouldn’t have called that pregnant witch ‘fat’…” the brunette replied. They both sat there with their hands on their round bellies, smiling. Eight months ago these two were men, so it was good to see that at least they were getting used to their new bodies.
“Right,” the blonde continued. “But how come your tits are so much bigger than mine?” She eyed up her friends large breasts with a tinge of envy.
The brunette only laughed. “I guess bustiness must run in my family!”