Bizzy falls backwards onto the bed, unable to remain on her side as they grow: creamy, feminine flesh plumping outwards into the room, forcing the camera backwards. She heaves for breath, hands clasping them, and you can see the flesh actually running <i>through</i> them, like a hand on a running belt.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, writhing in an erotic reverie. “It’s so much and it’s so sensitive and, they’re - it’s not slowing down!”
No, if anything how fast her tits are expanding is actually increasing. Beachballs, exercise balls, tractor wheels… however big they get, they retain a mesmerising roundness and fullness. The magenta bikini stretches and stretches, creaks in distress as the fabric distorts - and then it flies apart in an explosion of feathers and glitter, Bizzy squealing with delight, the lush pink of her cauliflower-sized nipples bursting into view with a jiggle. What a show-girl! What a show! This is exhilarating in a way that reaches beyond the merely erotic.
“Ohh, I can’t put into words how good this feels, you guys,” she cries, face reddened, white hair thrown back as her bare tits continue to burgeon, her knelt on the bed and them pooling onto the floor, that soft tearing sound continuing to fill the audio. They are now bigger than her, not just in mass but height, two gigantic, peachy udders with a cute cat girl attached. You’re beginning to worry that they’re going to fill the room. “I’m gonna - I’m gonna <i>fucking</i> cum - “
And you’re pretty she does, that tense, quiver and meow you’ve come to know well as her owner. And as she does her nipples - now almost the size of her head - ooze alabaster fluid, drops of rich, creamy fluid dripping down the plump flesh. The camera takes it in lovingly, immediately saves a slow-mo of her orgasming, there in a smoky thumbnail on the edge of the screen. You suppose at the size of the mammaries Bizzy is now packing, some lactation is simply unavoidable. You are so {hard / wet} watching that, back and back again, her trembling orgasm forcing sweet fluid out of her blown out form - the itchy desire to get in there and fuck her silly, spill milk all over the place, is almost unbearable.
“That’s enough now,” she is begging her breasts, sweat streaming down her brow, hands pushed deep into them. “That’s enough now, please! Ohh… ” She subsides into another wordless, slutty groan as they slosh out even further, as if mercilessly teasing her. A back camera shows her pussy stuck wetly to her thong, oozing excitement freely. It’s as if her tits control her now, as if all her desires are now subsidiary to the miles of soft, erogenous flesh that now completely dominates her form. You suppose, taking her in now, that’s exactly what’s happened.