Milly IV

Note: This is a story-prompt for Phat94.

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The pizza boy pumped in and out of her from behind, practically bouncing against her bloated butt-mounds. He continued to grope and squeeze her butt-breasts, the large nipples spurting milk in turn with his thrusts. Milk splattered to the ground between them, Milly’s whole body tingling. Her continually swelling mound seemed to push the pizza boy away from her, but he simply pressed harder into her, squeezing against the mounds more. “Ohhhh…” she grunted, her face flushed. Pizza boy was quite well-endowed, and had no trouble reaching her magic spot. Milly gripped hard onto the living room table as she rocked against pizza-boy’s cock.

Somehow between the sex, the squeezing, the throbbing, and the uncomfortable yet arousing sensation of her butt-breasts continuing to swell with milk, Milly managed to shovel pizza slices into her mouth. She had already worked her way through three boxes. Milly chomped slices down, one after the next, sometimes wrestling with the gooey mozzarella. Her butt-breasts surged with growth as she did. She faltered when the pizza boy gave a particularly powerful thrust. She could tell he was close.

The pizza boy tensed. “I’m gonna—“

“Oohhhhhhhhh…” Milly groaned, her latest pizza slice falling out of her hand and hitting the floor with a squelching splat. Milk sprayed from her ass-nipples in all directions. She slumped forward, but the pizza boy held her around the waist, keeping her up. Both stood there, sweat-soaked, panting.

Pizza-boy turned Milly to face him. He ran his arms up and down her heated body. Milly’s ass felt much heavier than it had before. It continued to bob up and down even after she had stopped moving. She could feel that it was sticking out much farther, wobbling, swollen to proportions that would be sure to sabotage her ability to wear pants. By then, her best hopes might have be to wrap a bedsheet around her hips.

But pizza-boy wasn’t done with her yet. He leaned over to her ear. And to her shock, he was hard again. “Shall we take this to the bedroom?” he said huskily.

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Milly groaned awake. Her phone alarm was humming annoyingly, and from what she could see from beneath her sheets, it was sunny out.

Milly sat up and looked around her. Her room was a disaster. The whole bed was cool and moist. In fact, the carpet was soaked. Milly looked around. The pizza boy was nowhere in sight.

Rubbing her throbbing head, Milly began to climb out of bed, but she found that her ass was firmly planted against the mattress. She again attempted to heave herself up, but she seemed stuck in place. She slowly turned her head and looked down at her mound.

She was massive. What had resembled basketballs prior to her pizza-delivery were near the size of beach balls now. Milly struggled some more, beginning to panic. In response, her large, distended butt-nipples began to spray milk, her mounds tightening as they did. Her mounds quavered as she fumbled and wiggled, her legs flailing, and at times losing contact with the mattress. She breathed thinly in a growing panic as her butt-breasts continued to wobble, jiggle, and seep, yet showing no signs of relinquishing their mission to immobilize her.