Kinktober ’25 - Volume 3
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This is a collection of flash fiction based on daily prompts.
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Kinktober ’25 - Volume 3
22 - Fruit
Fruit Ninja (BE)
23 - Trough
Elsie has a strange dream, a sequel to Day 20: Beef (BE/WG)
24 - Dancing
Noir (BE)
25 - Mask
Super Hero (BE)
27 - Diving
A woman tries diving while wearing a special compression swimsuit (BE)
28 - Wall
Catherine and the gang prepare for Halloween (BE)
29 - Green
Chlorophyll (BE)
30 - A sequel to a previous prompt
Sequel to Day 2: Tall (BE)
31 - Halloween
Claire’s reverse trick-or-treating (BE)
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Kinktober prompt:
Fruit
Contains: Breast Expansion
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Kinktober 22 - Fruit
Auralia’s tabi-clad feet thump against the corridor’s stone floor in hot pursuit. Her arms thrust behind her, the monk’s breasts wobble in her uwagi as she runs. The hallway is surprisingly clean and well-decorated, considering this castle belongs to the Demon Queen. Heavy tapestries woven in deep purple and thread-of-gold hang from the walls in between a series of paintings. Unlike a typical castle hallway, these paintings are not portraits. No series of nobles going back generations. These are still-lifes. Tables of food brought to life in oil on canvas blur as Auralia runs past them, but there is something even more strange about these paintings. The meals have no meat, no bread, no pasta… They’re all fruit. Peaches, apples, melons… all rendered in bright colors, hyperrealistic almost to the point of surrealism.
“Why am I looking at paintings? I have to save Aiduin!”
Auralia shakes herself, the fringes of her blue-black hair flailing. She has to reach the throne room before the Demon Queen turns her beloved into a sex slave. If the queen completes the ritual, Aiduin will be little more than a man-shaped puppet, cursed to spend the rest of his days pleasuring the wicked queen until his body gives out. Auralia puts on another burst of speed.
Rounding a corner, Auralia sees a shiny red projectile flying toward her.
“Hiya!”
Auralia swings her katana in a horizontal arc, slicing through the attack. Flecks of juice fly through the air as she splits a large, ripe apple into two halves. Heat pulses in Auralia’s chest as the binding wrap under her uwagi gets a little snug.
“What—“
Before she can process whatever just happened to her, another attack comes arcing down the hallway.
“Ya!”
Slicing from left to right, Auralia’s blade glints in the light thrown by dozens of candles lining the walls. More juice spatters as halves of a grapefruit tumble to the stone floor.
“What’s with all this fruit?”
Once again, Auralia’s chest grows hot. Her bindings squeeze at her ribs as her breasts grow to match the size of the fruit she’d just slain.
“The fuck?”
Auralia knows her situation is dire—and growing worse with each of the Demon Queen’s attacks. She has to get to the throne room before she grows too busty to fight effectively.
“I’ve definitely fought just fine while way bigger than this.”
Declaring her steely resolve to the empty corridor, Auralia presses forward. She turns another corner just as a third projectile comes flying. Her katana jolts in her hands as the blade severs the rind of a cantaloupe, juice and seeds flying as Auralia’s binding wrap starts to tear against her swelling breasts.
“Ahn!”
Auralia cries out in pleasure, the feel of her bouncing breasts rubbing against her clothes driving her wild. But there is another reason for her to cry out: she can see the throne room door just ahead.
“Finally.”
The monk runs toward her goal, slower now. Her enlarged breasts wobble and shake, throwing off her strides. Before she can reach the door, the largest watermelon she’s ever seen shoots out of the dark opening.
“For fuck’s—Hiya!”
Auralia slices the melon clean, and her bindings disintegrate into scraps of torn fabric. Her breasts swell into her uwagi, stretching the last layer between her nipples and the open air. Auralia nearly stumbles to her knees as an orgasm rips through her.
“Ah-aaaaa!”
Struggling to keep her balance, Auralia is almost hit by a peach that flies from the doorway.
“Ya!”
Even more juices fly as she slices the fruit. A soft hissing sound fills the hallway as Auralia’s breasts deflate to peach-sized—
“Wait, wait, wait. What the fuck, Mandy?” Anna said.
“What?” Mandy pulled a hand from her lap to rest on the table.
“A fruit ninja, are you serious?”
“I thought it’d be funny.”
Sam covered a snort of laughter by taking a sip of his drink. Mandy and Anna glared.
“Okay, fine,” Anna said. “But why am I shrinking? I’m just matching the size of whatever fruit I last cut?”
“Of course.”
“Why would you not make it additive? A peach should just add a peach’s worth of size.”
Mandy’s expression went flat, and she reached for another brownie. “Because that’s not as funny.”
Anna sighed. “I knew we should have let Sam run the one-off.”
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Kinktober prompt:
Trough
Contains: Breast Expansion
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Kinktober 23 - Trough
Elsie smiled in the dark as she lay on her back, Bella’s head nestled into her shoulder. As she listened to Bella’s deep, slow breaths, Elsie wondered why it had taken so long for them to do this. She’d always figured Elsie wasn’t interested in women, or at least wasn’t interested in her.
But she was. Bella was into her. Super into her. Even with the sacks of fat she could feel, even now, weighing heavily on her ribs. Way too big for her frame, they made her back hurt, bras cost a fortune, and she was constantly popping buttons off her tops. But Bella loved them. Elsie never thought “cow” could be used as a pet name, but when Bella played with them, stroking and kissing and nibbling, calling Elsie her “big sexy cow,” she didn’t mind having ginormous boobs. And if they kept growing like they had, maybe that was a good thing…
Elsie woke in a room that wasn’t hers. She couldn’t be sure it was even a bedroom. The walls were shiplap wood painted white, and she saw exposed rafters and beams leading up to a metal roof. Flexing her hands, Elsie found she wasn’t lying on a mattress, but a bed of straw. It should have been itchy and coarse, but it was super soft, like a pile of cotton balls.
Elsie rolled onto her side, her body heavier than normal. Moving onto all fours, she heaved herself upright on wobbly knees. She couldn’t find a mirror, but she twisted and craned her neck, using her hands to examine the parts of her she couldn’t see—mostly her ass and everything below her tassive mits.
She was fat again. A little fatter than she’d been before she stopped eating beef. But her boobs were bigger than ever, at least a few sizes larger than they should’ve been.
Before Elsie could fully process the changes in her body, she heard a door open behind her.
“Good morning, Elsie!” Bella said in a sing-song voice. “Did you sleep well?”
“I guess so?”
Bella wrapped her skinny arms around Elsie, fingers stroking and pawing at her curves. “You must be starving. Let’s go over to your trough, and I’ll get your first breakfast.”
Trough? First breakfast?
Too stunned to reply, Elsie let Bella lead her to a pile of pillows in front of a literal trough. It was stainless steel, clean enough that she saw the ghost of her reflection. There was no chair, but Bella urged her into a kneeling position in front of the gleaming trough.
Bella disappeared behind another door and returned with what looked like a giant flour sack. When she opened it over the trough, however, a mountain of donuts fell out.
While Elsie was confused by this situation, her stomach was not. It roared at her to fill it, so she did. Kneeling over her trough, Elsie used both hands to stuff donut after donut into her mouth. She’d never felt so hungry, and the donuts weren’t making that feeling go away.
Bella was beside her again, stroking her tummy as it filled. “That’s it… eat up, my big hungry cow…”
A tiny voice in the back of Elsie’s mind wondered why she wasn’t getting full. She could barely hear it over the sheer bliss of flavors passing over her tongue and the heavy tightness of her body swelling. She ate as fast as she could. Nothing was wasted, because all the crumbs fell back into the trough where she could scoop them up with the next mouthful.
When Elsie’s trough was almost empty, Bella upended another bag into it. “These have cheese in them, but I don’t think it’s enough.”
Elsie barely heard as she kept gorging. Bits of orange and yellow fell into her food pile as Bella emptied bags of shredded cheese and cheese curds into the mix.
Pausing to catch her breath, Elsie glanced down at herself and understood why she was still hungry—her boobs were almost twice as big as they were when she woke up. She wasn’t getting full, she was growing!
Like an insatiable beast, Elsie’s stomach howled. She dove back into her trough, desperate to fill her stomach faster. As Bella touched her and praised her, Elsie could feel her tits—and everything else, but mostly those—swelling out, and out, and out.
“If you’re a good cow and finish all that,” Bella said. “You can have some ice cream before we start on second breakfast…”
Elsie jolted awake so hard she almost knocked Bella out of the bed.
“Whoa, hey, what’s wrong?”
Elsie panted, running both hands over her body. She wasn’t huge. Well, she wasn’t not huge, but she wasn’t a giant blob of tits, ass, and belly. Sighing, she said, “Just a bad dream.”
Bella cuddled against her, stroking Elsie’s hair. “Shh… I’m here.”
After Elsie calmed and let her head drop back to the pillow, Bella said, “Are you feeling better now? Do you want a midnight snack?”
Elsie wanted to refuse, but her stomach twinged, making the decision for her. “That sounds nice.”
Bella hopped out of bed. “I think I’ve got some ice cream in the freezer…”
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Kinktober prompt:
Dancing
Contains: Breast Expansion
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Kinktober 24 - Dancing
As I stepped inside the Honeydew Club, the doorman looked at me like I was a puddle that had just soaked one of his penny loafers. He kept his mouth in a flat line, but I could see him fighting a scowl that would have curdled milk. I shook off my coat and trilby, adding to the actual puddle forming on the burgundy carpeted floor.
“I hear it’s supposed to rain tonight,” I said, handing over my coat and a few coins for the doorman’s troubles.
He let a bit of that scowl show.
The Honeydew Club was almost as dark as the drenched city outside. Candles flickered along the walls and in glass jars on each table. The club was a veritable who’s who of the city’s B-list elites: restaurateurs, talent agents, and a few of the talent themselves. Places like this weren’t my scene, but I was here for business, not pleasure.
My client was an actor. Or rather, the actor’s boss was my client. Concerned because his last picture had only doubled his investment, he’d hired me to snoop on his actor’s wife, find out if she was giving him the old two-time.
I’d just found an open seat and requisitioned a double bourbon on my client’s dime when the club band teased a melody for the next act. I’d never claim to be a man of culture, but even I recognized the iconic beats of Bizet’s Carmen. I think the tune was named after some kind of pepper.
She stalked out between the curtains leg-first. A sequined red gown sparkling in the candlelight, ankle-length on one side and slit open nearly to her hip on the other. She had a body built for sin—if one were partial to such notions. From the pillars of her legs to the column of her throat, everything in between would have put a master sculptor to shame. A waist so tight you could grab those hips from the top, and a bosom so full it would bounce if she were standing still. The way she stamped those pink stilettos, her gams were a wink and a prayer away from making this a very different kind of show.
The woman was so gorgeous that I almost didn’t see her dance partner. Black shirt, black tie, black tux, he was obviously not on stage to be seen. He was a prop, an appendage, there only to make this walking bad decision look good.
They strutted and spun together with the music, each peak of the melody punctuated by a thrust of the woman’s chest. For a moment, I forgot all about the job. She was pure poetry, pure sex. If this dame was stepping out on her husband, I’d have a hard time blaming her paramour.
But something else was happening. Something so strange it cleared the haze from my head like a shifting wind sweeps fog from the bay. Every time the woman locked in one of her full-breasted poses, those overloaded cans looked a little fuller.
I thought it was a trick of the light, a bit of stage magic to add a redundant flourish to the act. But when the man-prop spun her back to his chest to tango back across the stage, her flesh squeezed between them a little higher.
Again and again, she moved with the melody, thrusting and swelling until she and her partner abandoned the cheek-to-cheek pose—there was simply too much of her between them for their cheeks to touch. He faced her forward across the stage, giving us all a clearer view of her incessant bouncing.
The music built to its crescendo, the woman’s gams swelling larger and larger. In one final spin, her partner lowered her into a dip, his face completely hidden behind a pair of baby elephants. She stretched one pointed toe and both arms wide as she faced not her partner, but out into the crowd. I forced my eyes away from her décolletage to see that those baby blues weren’t looking at the crowd.
They were locked on me.
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Kinktober prompt:
Mask
Contains: Breast Expansion
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Kinktober 25 - Mask
Two young women walked through the breezy courtyard of a college campus dressed in matching uniforms with dark skirts and grey blazers. Mara, rail-thin with thick glasses and flat, dishwater blonde hair, tilted her head to one side. “Did you hear that?”
Leigh stood a head taller than her friend, with subtle curves and a light brown bob. She looked around the quad. “I can’t hear anything in this wind.”
A feminine scream cut through the autumn gusts, eliminating the need for further discussion.
“HELP!”
Leigh turned to chase after the sound, but Mara put a hand to her friend’s chest. “Wait here.”
Mara dashed into an alley between two buildings, digging a wooden eye mask from her book bag. With a frantic glance around to make sure she was unobserved, Mara stripped off her blazer and glasses, slapping the mask to her face.
Seconds later, a stunning, statuesque blonde burst from the alley, hovering a foot off the ground. She wore a blue and gold jumpsuit that clung to her figure like body paint. Every curve and crease of her muscled legs, rounded ass, tapered waist, and bulging bust were on display. Her heart-shaped face held full pink lips, a pert nose, and sparkling green eyes peering out of a golden mask. A mane of luscious gold curls spilled over her shoulders, billowing in defiance of the natural breeze.
Mara shot her friend a grin before flying toward the cry of distress, leaving Leigh to follow on foot.
Three young men loomed over another female student. They wore similar uniforms but with loose ties and wrinkled trousers. Mara caught the glint of a pin on one of their blazers, Greek letters etched into its surface.
“Just leave me alone!” The woman cried.
“Come on,” one of the guys said. “Why all the fuss? We just want to hang out, that’s all.”
“Yeah,” said a second. “Go back to our House, get some pizza, watch some movies on our home theater?”
“Hey.” Mara’s voice was calm but commanding, making all three guys freeze.
Slowly, their heads turned to see her floating at the alleyway’s entrance. Mara said, “Haven’t you losers ever heard of consent?”
The faces of the three young men were slack, like proverbial deer in the headlights. If said headlights were Mara’s enormous breasts, the window in her suit showing off cleavage more perfect than any filter could render.
The tallest of them, clearly the ringleader, recovered himself first. “Hey there, gorgeous. Could we interest you in a little Netflix and chill?”
Two minutes later, all three young men lay in a heap against a brick wall. Uniforms torn, noses bloodied, and blubbering apologies to their would-be victim.
After graciously accepting the young woman’s thanks and suggesting she carry a personal alarm or pepper spray, Mara fetched her things and took off her mask.
When Mara emerged from the alley, mousey as ever, Leigh looked her over, shifting her bookbag higher on her shoulder.
“One thing I don’t get…” Leigh began.
“Hmm?”
“Why the giant tits?”
“Oh!” Mara squeaked. “It’s all part of the transformation, I guess.”
“Yeah, but how?” Leigh stared at the flat plane of Mara’s blazer until the shorter girl blushed.
Mara shrugged. “It’s magic.”
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Kinktober prompt:
Diving
Contains: Breast Expansion
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Kinktober 27 - Diving
April and Summer stood on dry concrete, surveying the empty pool. It was always quieter after Labor Day, but they’d expected to find at least a few people taking advantage of the last weeks before the pool closed for the season.
“We could just lay out,” Summer suggested. “The water’s probably freezing.”
“Yeah… Wait, there’s someone.”
Summer turned to follow April’s gaze.
“Is that… Mae?”
“Oh shit, I think you’re right.”
A tall redhead strode out of the shower house and waved at them.
“Hey, guys!”
Mae had more pronounced curves than either of the other women and wore a one-piece swimsuit instead of a bikini. She also had a pair of breasts nearly as large as her head.
“Whoa,” April said. “What happened to you?”
“Did you get a reduction or something?” Summer held out a curious finger, stopping less than an inch from Mae’s swimsuit-wrapped chest.
Mae took a step back, swinging her breasts from one side to the other and doing a twirl. “Isn’t it great? Juney got it for me.”
“I’m confused,” Summer said.
April scoffed. “What else is new?”
Summer slapped her friend gently on the arm. “Fuck you, bitch.”
“It’s the suit,” Mae explained. “It packs the girls down nice and tight, so I can finally come back to the pool without traumatizing any children.”
April’s mouth fell open. “Bullshit. You expect us to believe that’s still all you in there? You look half the size you were last time I saw you.”
Mae shrugged, creating less bouncing than was normal for her apparent size. Her breasts almost moved like cheap implants.
“It’s some kind of nano tech. June tried to explain how it works, but it’s all Greek to me.”
“Well, we were just going to lay out,” Summer said. “Want to join us?”
“Heck no. Well, maybe in a bit. I want to do a couple dives first. It’s been so long.”
Mae padded to the diving tower while Summer and April settled into their lounge chairs. The redhead climbed the ladder, looking around the deserted pool area before moving to the board.
As Mae stepped onto the diving board, it dipped lower than it should have for her apparent size. She made a few experimental bounces, the spring and board creaking as they dipped and rose.
Finally, Mae raised both hands above her head, bent her knees, and launched herself upward. She sailed in a slow arc, somersaulting with her legs hugged to her chest before flattening into a swan dive.
As Mae broke the water’s surface, a sharp ripping sound synchronized with her splash. A sound like a depth charge crashed across the pool area, and a geyser of water rocketed in Mae’s wake.
A splash the size of a wave fell onto Summer and April, soaking their hair and beading off their lotion-covered skin.
“Aahh!”
“What the fuck!?”
Mae’s head popped up in the pool, accompanied by the top curves of her breasts. The pale, freckled orbs were the size of beanbag chairs, bobbing naked in the chlorinated water. Her cheeks were flushed, and she tried to cover herself with her hands, but couldn’t reach her exposed nipples.
“Sorry, guys…”
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Kinktober prompt:
Wall
Contains: Breast Expansion
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Kinktober 28 - Wall
“Shit!”
Ruby cursed as a loop of yarn slipped off her needle, falling into a loose, crimped line. She slid the rest of the yarn free, stretching it out flat so she could start over. Ruby had learned how to use a sewing machine when she was six. She’d won ribbons at school fairs. She’d made tops that not only fit perfectly over Catherine’s preposterous rack, but could expand through a dozen cup size increases without needing a single stitch. How was it so hard to learn to knit?
The pixie brunette checked the time. Catherine’s afternoon snack wasn’t for another twenty-five minutes, so Ruby had time for another attempt. She looped the yarn around the first needle, counting as she went.
“Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen…”
A key turning in the lock broke Ruby’s concentration, and she looked up as Julie walked in, tugging a roller cart.
Ruby counted the loops on her needle and added another. “Hey, you’re back early. How’d it go?”
“It was a lot of fun, but I’m fuckin beat.”
“I bet. Did you win?”
Julie stepped out of her shoes and rolled her cart into the living room. It held a stack of four large plastic totes. “I came in second place. The winner was a guy from Ohio.”
“Aww, lame.”
Julie shrugged. “It’s fine. I got distracted and used too much butter. I’m lucky I even got second.”
Ruby stabbed her needles into her ball of yarn, setting it on the couch beside her while she stood and knuckled her lower back. She gave her sister a hug, then poked at the stack of totes. “What’s all this?”
“Everyone from my school gave me their leftovers, and a few from other schools.”
“What? Why?”
Julie shrugged again. “Some had to fly in for the bake-off. The local ones are either dieting or know I have a live-in food disposal…”
Ruby cracked open the lid on the topmost tote, flooding the living room with a cozy melange of cinnamon and icing. “Whoa… is this all cinnamon rolls?”
Packed in layers separated by wax paper, Ruby guessed each tote held at least six dozen fat rolls bigger than her ball of yarn.
“Pretty much, yeah.”
Ruby’s eyes closed as she inhaled deeply. “God, they smell amazing…”
Across the apartment, the sisters heard the faint sound of a door slamming open, followed by heavy footfalls and small furniture being knocked over.
“Oh no…” Ruby whispered.
“Oh no…” Her sister agreed.
The living room wall exploded inward in a cloud of drywall dust.
“Oh yeah!”
Catherine burst into the room wearing a massive red top decorated with a smiley face. It was Ruby’s first draft of her Halloween costume that still needed some tweaking. The blonde wrapped Julie in a hug, mashing so much breast flesh into her that Ruby’s sister was briefly smothered from her pelvis to her eyebrows. “Welcome home, Jules!”
Julie was left panting on wobbly knees while Catherine dove for the totes, stuffing cinnamon rolls into her mouth with both hands.
Ruby inspected the gaping hole in their wall while a broken shard of two-by-four clattered to the floor.
“Couldn’t you have used the doorway, you freak?”
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Kinktober prompt:
Green
Contains: Breast Expansion
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Kinktober 29 - Green
Jessie found Sam applying suntan lotion when she walked out of the shower house. Her girlfriend’s winter pudge was on full display in her skimpy bikini. Jessie sat in the lounge chair beside Sam and opened her own lotion bottle.
Sam’s eyes roamed over Jessie’s body. “Damn, bitch. I look like a whale next to you!”
She rolled her eyes. “Why didn’t you wear a one-piece like I said?”
Sam scoffed. “What’s the point of laying out with your whole body covered?”
Jessie spread suntan lotion over her arms and legs, moving to her flat stomach. She slid her fingers under the edges of her bikini and across her E-cups.
“Starting next week, I’m going to start going to the gym with you like you said I should.”
“I could make you smoothies, too,” Jessie said. “That’s a big part of it.”
Sam’s face scrunched up in disgust. “No shot. I don’t know how you choke down that green sludge every day.”
Jessie shrugged. “Life’s about choices…”
Sam snorted a laugh and put her earbuds in. Jessie did the same, lying back, reveling in the warmth of the spring sun. She’d been cooped up inside all winter, popping vitamin D pills, and she could already feel the warm rays giving her life. Even her girls felt warmer, and she pictured herself with a perfect tan as the heat lulled her to sleep.
As she dozed, Jessie had very strange dreams. She dreamed of seeds bursting into sprouts with thick leaves and heavy stems, stretching toward the sun. She dreamed of fruit that started as tiny lumps, swelling with juice and flesh as they grew almost faster than their skin could stretch. She dreamed of flower buds spreading fuller and fatter until their petals burst open like fireworks.
“Jessie…”
“Jessie…!”
“Jessie!!”
Jessie jolted awake, tried to sit up, then fell back to her lounge. It felt like someone had pushed her down, or put kettlebells on her chest.
“Jessie, your tits!”
Jessie looked down to find a pair of flesh-toned basketballs where her boobs should be. These were her boobs!? She reached up to grab them, her hands freezing an inch away as if her tits were a hot stove. They burned like an oven, but the sensation wasn’t unpleasant. Quite the opposite, in fact. Jessie felt her breasts thrumming with energy, vibrating like she’d drunk too much coffee. Remembering her weird dreams, Jessie felt rivulets of slick fluid running down her thighs.
“What the fuck is happening to me?”
“How did you grow so much bigger?” Sam hissed. “They’re twice as big as they were this morning!”
“I… I don’t know…”
Sam, tired of waiting for Jessie to touch them herself, poked Jessie’s left tit. “Wow…”
Bolts of pleasure rocketed through Jessie’s body, making her clench her legs as she quietly came.
“Maybe it’s the sun,” Sam said. “You put all those chlorophyll drops in those smoothies…”
“Don’t be stupid,” Jessie said through clenched teeth. “That’s not how chlorophyll works. I’m not a fucking plant!”
“Well, you’re lying in the sun, and your tits are growing. How else do you explain it?”
Awash in pleasure, Jessie’s brain felt like molasses. She felt every thread of the bikini top digging into her breasts. All she had to do was lower her hands to her tits, and she’d come like a firehose, bucking and thrashing like an animal in heat.
A soft pop came from somewhere under Jessie’s armpit. Her suit wasn’t going to hold much longer.
“I’ve gotta –haa– get out of here…”
Sam stared, gnawing on her lower lip as more and more flesh pillowed up around Jessie’s bikini top. “You’re so pale, though… You could use a little more sun…”
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Kinktober prompt:
A sequel to a previous prompt
Contains: Breast Expansion
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Kinktober 30 - A sequel to a previous prompt
Diana was well accustomed to dating people shorter than herself. At seven foot five, that was nearly every fish in the proverbial sea. She’d once been set up with a basketball player who matched her height, but aside from the novelty of it all, there’d been literally no chemistry between them. There was a difference, however, between dinner and a movie with one of the millions of people who had to crane their necks to meet her eyes and moving in with a feisty emogoth who could fit under her tits.
Margot sat beside Diana on the couch with her feet tucked under her sweet little ass. The cushions on the sectional were so deep—Diana preferred not to feel like she was sitting on children’s furniture—that Margot couldn’t sit on them normally. Either she was on the edge of her seat, or her legs stuck forward in a way that never failed to make Diana laugh. Margot had punished her fiercely the first time it happened, but Diana had enjoyed every second.
“Did you get enough? Do you want some more?” Margot purred, nuzzling her head under Diana’s arm.
She’d never have guessed from Margot’s OTP profile photos that the gothy girl would be so nurturing, but Diana wasn’t complaining, even if her bra collection was. “I’m stuffed. Thanks, though.”
She felt Margot’s hand brush her stomach, somewhere below her girls where Diana couldn’t see. “You’re not… too full… are you?”
The effortless way with which Margot took control sent tingles down her belly and into her center. As Diana pushed off the couch and rose to her feet, Margot clung to her with a shriek. Margot’s legs wrapped around Diana’s waist, her arms around her neck, hanging on like a koala while Diana cupped her whole ass in one hand.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to stand up so fast?” Margot trilled. “Now, you’ve given me no choice but to punish you.”
Diana made her face into a mask of fear, squeezing her eyes shut. She kept them closed as Margot’s velvety black-painted lips met hers. Margot sucked Diana’s lips between her own—first the bottom, then the top.
She groaned, leaning into Margot’s kiss, but the woman managed to lean her head just out of reach while still clinging to her like a tree.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Margot taunted, pecking a kiss to Diana’s lips before pulling away again.
Diana couldn’t stop her hand from squeezing a handful of Margot’s ass. She was breaking character, but Margot’s eyes darkened. “Go to your room, you naughty giraffe.”
She carried Margot to the bedroom, pausing every few steps for more kisses. When Margot grabbed her neck with her right hand so she could play with her tits with the left, Diana stumbled, almost crashing Margot into a wall.
Diana lowered Margot onto the bed, where she could stand almost at eye level. They made out in earnest, tongues dancing as Margot fondled Diana’s breasts, using both of her small hands to heave just one.
“Step back,” Margot commanded.
Diana obeyed, and Margot stepped off the bed. Their kisses continued, Diana bending at the waist to reach Margot’s mouth. Several times, she started to stand up, making Margot rise on her toes and stretch her whole body to maintain contact. Margot touched her arms, her shoulders, her tits, but just as Diana thought her girlfriend might try to climb her again, Margot dropped flat on her feet.
“What—“
“Hush.”
Margot grabbed her hips, level with her arms, and turned them around so the bed was at Diana’s calves.
“Stand up straight,” Margot ordered when Diana bent to kiss her again.
Diana complied, rising to her full height as Margot’s lower body vanished behind Diana’s cleavage. Margot smirked up at her.
“What a naughty giant you are, gobbling up so much food and growing so big…”
Margot stepped forward. Her torso, her mouth, her eyes, and finally, every inch of her disappeared below Diana’s tits. The first time they’d tried this, Margot fit perfectly under there. Now Diana could feel the top of Margot’s head brushing the undersides of her breasts. Unless Margot had somehow gotten taller, Diana’s tits were growing again.
She felt Margot undoing her pants, then pushing her onto the bed. The shove was a request, of course, but Diana sat. Margot climbed into her lap, then pushed weakly against her shoulders until Diana lay on her back.
Diana’s hands ached to pick Margot up again, to touch and feel and pleasure every inch of her girlfriend’s tiny, sexy body. But she was entirely in Margot’s control.
Margot crawled up her torso, palming her overgrown boobs and squeezing her face between them. From this angle, she looked like an emogoth doll squeezed between two massive water balloons. Diana’s tits were at least twice the size of Margot’s head.
“For being so greedy and growing such ginormous boobs, you’re going to lie here until I’m satisfied.”
Margot’s head slipped down out of Diana’s cleavage as her petite body slid onto her thighs.
“Don’t you mean until I’m satisfied?”
“Oh, you’ll be satisfied many times before I’m done with you, my big hungry giraffe…”
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title: Kinktober 31 - Halloween
categories: Breast Expansion, Kinktober
prompt: Halloween
contains: Breast Expansion
exclude: 1
Kinktober prompt:
Contains: Breast Expansion, Weight Gain
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Kinktober ’25 - Volume 3
“Trick or treat!”
Claire grinned as she held out a large bowl of candy to the trio of children. “Here you go!”
“Whoa, full size?”
“Thanks!”
After closing the front door, Claire saw her sister munching on a candy bar from her own bowl.
“This is almost as fun as trick-or-treating ourselves,” Claire said, grabbing a bar for herself. “Though I wish I could eat all of these instead of giving them away.”
Emily rolled her eyes. “You’re an adult; you can buy candy anytime you want.”
“I guess so,” Claire said through a mouthful of chocolate. “It would be cool if there were a Reverse Halloween.”
–Bing, bong!—
It was Emily’s turn to answer the door. When she closed it again, she asked, “Reverse Halloween?”
“Isn’t it obvious? Instead of getting candy, people come to our door and give me candy.”
“Like when you do those streams and delivery drivers come by every five minutes?”
“Yeah! Except we all wear costumes.”
“That might be the dumbest idea you’ve ever had.”
“Your face is the dumbest idea.”
–Bing, bong!–
*
November first, one year later.
Emily was watching TV when her sister bounced into the living room wearing a red cape and a low-cut white dress straining at its buttons.
“Why are you wearing your costume again?” Emily asked.
“For my fans.”
“Oh, are you streaming tonight?”
“Not exactly…”
Emily didn’t like the smug face Claire was making.
-Bing, bong!-
Claire peered through the peephole, then pulled the door open with a grin. Emily stood to see a nerdy-looking guy wearing a Starfleet uniform hand her sister a store-bought pie.
“Trick or treat!”
“Thanks so much!”
Claire had the box open and was digging into the pie with a fork before the door swung completely closed. Emily crossed her arms under her breasts. “You didn’t.”
“-Mmphf- Didn’t what, -homf- Em?”
Before Emily could answer, the doorbell rang again. This time, it was a girl dressed as an elf, ears and all, holding out an entire Costco-sized box of candy bars.
“Thanks!” Claire said. She tore the box open, unwrapped a bar, then used it to scoop a wad of banana cream from her pie.
“Who even are these people?”
“My subscribers,” Claire said, popping the last of her pie-dipped chocolate into her mouth and grabbing another.
“You gave out our home address on the internet?”
Claire answered the door to receive a dozen donuts from Super Mario. “I didn’t post our address online. I made a special tier for the event; they’ve all been subscribers for at least a year.”
“What’s the worst that could happen?” Emily asked sardonically.
Claire pressed a candy bar into a long john like a hot dog. “I get all the treats I can eat, duh.”
Emily had watched her sister gorge herself into immobility several times. She decided she wasn’t in the mood for an encore performance.
“I’m going to watch TV in my room.”
A few hours later…
Emily ventured out to see if Claire’s “visitors” were still coming. Her sister had set up a chair by the door and sat sideways. She’d outgrown her dress, of course, and her breasts reached at least five feet in front of her.
Emily sighed, walking around to see Claire’s face. “I guess you’re sleeping out he—“
Instead of eating the treats herself, Claire had people literally feeding her. A tall woman in nets and a skirt with black lipstick and a guy wearing a soccer jersey for a team that Emily didn’t recognize. They took turns combining candy and desserts into a diabetic’s nightmare and stuffing them into Claire’s mouth.
Claire’s breasts made a faint tremor, swelling slightly to take up a tiny bit more space.
Emily sighed. “I’m going to bed.”
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