Chapter 9: Midpoint
Over the next few days, Jenny couldn't keep her hands off Gil. Every time she saw him, she would cup his breasts, her fingers teasing his nipples until they were hard and aching. She would laugh and coo over them, her eyes shining with desire and admiration. "Look at these, Gilly," she would say, her voice thick with lust. "They're magnificent.
I want to try something new with them," Jenny said, her voice filled with a hungry curiosity as she gazed at Gil's swollen breasts, her hands cupping and squeezing the soft mounds. Gil blushed, his body trembling slightly as he looked up at Jenny, his eyes filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "What do you mean, Jenny? New?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Jenny's eyes sparkled with mischief as she stepped back, her hands still on Gil's breasts as she guided him to the bedroom. "Trust me, Gilly. You're going to love this."
She pushed him gently onto the bed, his back and plush fanny hitting the soft mattress with a bounce. Gil's heart pounded in his chest as he watched Jenny, her muscles flexing and shifting beneath her skin as she moved with a predatory grace.
She reached into her bedside table, her fingers brushing against various items before she pulled out a sleek, black vibrator. Gil's eyes widened, his breath hitching as he saw the device, his mind racing with possibilities—and fears. Jenny's eyes flicked up to meet his, her gaze softening as she saw the worry in his expression. She crawled onto the bed, her body brushing against his as she leaned in, her voice a low, soothing murmur in his ear. "Don't worry, Gilly. I'm just going to explore these new curves of yours. Show you how beautiful and sexy they are."
Her words sent a shiver down Gil's spine, his body tensing as she ran her fingers lightly over his swollen breasts, her touch gentle yet firm.
He watched, wide-eyed, as she positioned the vibrator between the twin mounds, the cold plastic sending a shock of sensation through him. Jenny smiled, her eyes locked onto his as she switched on the device, the low hum filling the air between them. Gil gasped as the vibrations began to course through his sensitive flesh, his body arching instinctively as the pleasure built within him.
Jenny leaned down, her tongue flicking out to catch a droplet of milk that had begun to seep from one of Gil's nipples. She moaned low in her throat, her eyes darkening with a primal hunger as she watched the milk spray from his breasts, coating the vibrator and her own skin. She leaned in further, her mouth capturing one of his nipples, her tongue swirling and sucking as the milk flowed freely, the vibrations intensifying the sensation.
Gil's body shuddered with pleasure, his hips bucking against the mattress as he let out a low, guttural moan. His eyes were clenched shut, his fingers clawing at the sheets as he rode the wave of sensation that crashed over him. He could feel the heat building in his lower belly, his cock throbbing with every pulse of the vibrator between his breasts. His body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming with desire and need.
Jenny moaned against him, her hips grinding against his leg, her own pleasure evident in her breathy gasps and the way her body writhed against his. She increased the speed of the vibrator, her fingers pinching and rolling his nipples as her mouth alternated between them, leaving no inch of skin untouched by her lips and tongue.
Gil writhed beneath her, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body on the brink of a monumental orgasm. As he lay there, lost in the sensation, he felt Jenny's hand leave his breast, only to return moments later with a familiar cold touch. He opened his eyes, seeing the familiar jar of Bustee Cream in her hand. "Jenny...what are you...?" he managed to gasp out between breaths. Jenny grinned wickedly, her eyes gleaming with a newfound intensity. "I bought more, Gilly. I want to see just how far we can take this." She unscrewed the lid, her fingers dipping into the cream and scooping out a hefty amount. She brought her hand to his chest, her fingers spreading the cream over his breasts, the cool sensation sending a jolt through his body.
Gil's body trembled with anticipation, the combination of the vibrations, Jenny's touch, and the memory of the milk spraying from his nipples creating a heady mix of pleasure and desire. He watched, his breath coming in ragged gasps, as Jenny pressed her fingers into the cream, rubbing it into his skin.
The cold sensation sent a jolt through him, his body arching against the mattress. Jenny looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with a wicked intensity. "Lick it off, Gilly," she commanded, her voice low and husky. Before he could respond, she lifted his breast to his own mouth, her fingers pressing the cream-covered nipple against his lips. Gil hesitated for a moment, his mind racing, before his instincts took over. He opened his mouth, his tongue darting out to lap at the cream, tasting the sweet, slightly tangy flavor. Jenny moaned, her eyes locked onto his as she watched him lick and suck at her fingers. "Good boy, Gilly. You look so sexy like that," she whispered, her voice filled with desire.
Gil's cheeks flushed pink with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure.
He continued to lick and suck at his nipple, while Jenny wandered the vibrator across the sensitive skin of his globes. He could taste the sweet tanginess of the Bustee Cream mixed with his own milk, the combination filling him with a strange, primal hunger. Jenny watched him, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire, her breath coming in quick, ragged gasps. She reached down with her free hand, her fingers brushing against Gil's now rock-hard cock, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. Gil moaned, his hips bucking against the mattress as Jenny's fingers closed around his length, her grip firm and sure. She began to stroke him, her hand moving in sync with his tongue as he licked and sucked at his fat nipple.
"That's right, be a good Gilly and drink your cream," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. Gil moaned in response, his body arching against the mattress as he felt the first wave of his orgasm begin to build deep within him. He sucked harder at his nipple, the vibrations of the toy between his breasts sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body as Jenny continued to stroke his cock. It was too much, the sensations overwhelming his senses, and he came with a cry, his hips bucking against the mattress as he spilled his seed into Jenny's waiting hand. She leaned down, her mouth capturing his in a fierce, passionate kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth as she swallowed his release. "Mmm, you taste amazing, Gilly," she murmured, her voice filled with pride and satisfaction.
As the days went by, Jenny found every opportunity to encourage Gil to drink more Bustee Cream. She'd spoon it into his morning coffee, mix it into his afternoon Milf Shakes, and even add a dollop to his evening desserts. Each time, she'd watch him with a keen eye, her gaze lingering on his breasts as if willing them to grow even larger. And grow they did. Gil's body responded to the cream with astonishing speed, his breasts swelling to the size of cantaloupes, his nipples darkening and hardening until they poked out like ripe berries. Jenny marveled at the transformation, her eyes wide with wonder and awe as she cupped and squeezed his new curves. "Look at you, Gilly," she breathed, her voice filled with admiration.
"You're positively overflowing with milk." She reached out, her fingers gently squeezing one of his swollen breasts, and a stream of milk sprayed forth, coating her hand and wrist. Gil gasped, his body trembling as the sensation sent a shockwave of pleasure through him. Jenny grinned, her eyes gleaming with delight. "You're like a cow, Gilly. A beautiful, sexy, lactating cow." She wiped her hand on a towel, then leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the drops of milk that clung to her skin.
Gilly settled into a pattern of drinking high calorie shakes and cream, milking himself, and growing. As Jenny continued to obsess over his burgeoning curves, he began to spend his days lounging around the house wearing nothing but a pair of overstretched panties, his massive globes swaying freely scenting the air with his bosom's pheromones.
He would sit on the couch, watching TV and listening to her hypno tracks, while Jenny's gaze lingered on his chest, her eyes widening with each passing day as his breasts swelled to new, seemingly impossible sizes.
She loved milking him, her hands cupping and squeezing his soft, yielding flesh, her fingers pinching and rolling his nipples until they were hard and aching. Each time she milked him, she would collect every precious drop in a glass, her eyes shining with a mix of triumph and desire. Gil would blush, his body growing warm and flushed as he felt her hands on him, the pleasure building within him as she worked. "Good boy, Gilly," she would coo, her voice thick with love and admiration. "You're doing so well. Let Mama have your milk."
Jenny loved to experiment with Gil's dairy, using it to create decadent, fatty desserts laced with Bustee Cream to fuel his growth. One day, as she lovingly spoon-fed him a bowl of her latest creation, a creamy, luscious parfait, Gil looked down at his massive breasts, wobbling in the open air and realized just how sexy his transformation made him feel.
He looked up at Jenny and batted his eyelashes with an angelic smile. "Jenny, little Jilly's big BIG titties are feeling full. Sooooo full. What EVER is your busty little husband going to do?"
Jenny beamed, loving Gil playing the role of the coquettish busty bimbo and intrigued by how he'd called himself 'Jilly'.
"Oh, what ever will we do with little Jilly's big BIG titties?" she cooed, her eyes sparkling with wicked delight. She reached out, her hands cupping his massive breasts, her fingers squeezing and kneading the soft, pliant flesh. Gil moaned, his body arching into her touch as she began to milk him.
"That's right, Gilly," she purred, her voice thick with desire. "Let Big Mama have your milk. Be a good girl and give it all to Mama." Gil's eyes fluttered shut, his breath coming in quick, ragged gasps as she worked his nipples with skilled, firm strokes. He could feel the milk building, his body tingling as it responded to her touch, his breasts swelling further under her expert ministrations.
"Mmmmm," Gil moan, "Jilly's SOOOO full. She's so busty now, so curvy from all the cream you've fed her, and now you've got to milk her huge titties. Otherwise, she just might burst!" Jenny darted to the kitchen, grabbing a large bowl.
"Okay, little cow," she grinned "let's give you the thorough milking you deserve." She placed the bowl under his breast, her hands replacing the bowl, fingers pinching and rolling his eager, rock-hard nipples. "Oh, Jenny, look at my big, beautiful, busty self," Gil teased, his voice breathless and eager as the first streams of milk sprayed into the bowl. "Jilly's tits are just overflowing with creamy goodness, all for her mama." He leaned back, his eyes half-closed, a sultry smile playing on his lips as he watched Jenny's expression darken with lust and focus intently on his heaving bosom. His body shuddered, each touch of her hands sending electric jolts of pleasure through him. "That's it, Gilly," she groaned, her voice thick with desire. "Give it all to me. You know Mama loves her milk." Gil's laughter was husky, low, and full of delight.
"You take such good care of me," Gil purred as she steadily milked him. "You're so big, and so strong now and you've turned me into your little dairy goddess. But let me ask, am I big enough for you now? Do you want me even BIGGER?" Gil smiled at her as his milk continued to splash into the bowl.
Jenny's eyes gleamed with an intense hunger as she looked at him, her hands never stopping their rhythmic milking. "I want them to be even bigger, Gilly. I want you to be even more feminine, more sexy, more mine." Her voice was husky with desire, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she watched the milk spraying from his nipples.
"Okay, Mama, let's give you what you want." Gil grabbed a bottle of @Bustee Cream - never far away these days - and poured it into the bowl of milk she'd just expressed from him. He looked her in the eyes as he tipped up the bowl and began to drink the rich mixture.
Jenny smiled wickedly, her eyes never leaving his as she watched him gulp down the cream and milk. She could see the change happening right before her eyes, his body shuddering with each swallow, his breasts swelling and growing even larger as the powerful concoction coursed through his system.
Gil's body started to tingle, a strange, electric sensation that began in his chest and radiated outward, his skin prickling with anticipation. He looked down at his breasts, watching as they grew before his very eyes, the skin stretching and tightening with each passing moment. Jenny's eyes widened in a mix of awe and hunger, her own body responding to the sight of Gil's transformation. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his newly formed cleavage, her touch gentle yet firm. "Look at you, Gilly," she breathed, her voice filled with wonder and desire. "You're growing so fast." Gil moaned in response, his body arching into her touch as the tingling sensation intensified, spreading down to his core and making his cock throb with need. He could feel his hips moving of their own accord, grinding against the mattress as if seeking some unknown release.