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Tina's Diet - 2/3
🕑 Added 2024-05-22 13:00:10 +0000 UTCThis is a commissioned story. To commission your own story check out my Patreon tiers or my Gumroad store.
Contains: Breast Expansion as Weight Gain, Stuffing
See The Cosplayer and The Family Farm 6–10 for more of these characters.
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Tina’s Diet
Part Two
Casey’s tongue flicked the bundle of nerves above Tina’s lower lips while her first two fingers stroked a steady rhythm inside. Tina’s body clenched, tightening with pleasure as she came. Casey’s fingers didn’t stop or slow until Tina’s body relaxed. As the tension melted out of her muscles, Tina’s arms dropped to her sides, and even her massive breasts splayed ever-so-slightly, a tiny bit further to each side of her chest. Casey sat back on her knees, wincing as her own huge breasts jostled in her overworked bra. The garment was properly sized, but Casey’s glands were bloated and full, her skin shiny from the pressure within.
“I’ve been thinking…” Tina began.
Casey crawled up the king-size bed to drape herself gingerly across Tina’s left breast. “About what, mija?”
“I think I’m ready to go off my diet.”
Pleasure sparked through Casey’s core, heating her middle and making the nape of her neck tingle. She reached to push a few loose strands of blond hair from Tina’s face, brushing her cheek with a knuckle. “If you’re sure, babes. You know it’s always your choice.”
Tina’s “diet” for the past three months had consisted of only eating half of a meal meant for the three of them. She’d cut out all snacking except when she was making mukbang streams or videos—or anytime they watched TV. And, most difficult of all for her Latina lover, Tina hadn’t put her lips on Casey’s nipples in over twelve weeks. Yes, that meant more milk for Casey to sell, which helped fund the thruple’s food budget, but her very expensive breast pump just wasn’t the same. Their boyfriend Joseph was lactose sensitive, and Casey had been feeling somewhat neglected in her mammary region. True, her partners did their best with hands and fingers, but they’d even cut back on that lately after she complained about having to change their bedsheets every morning.
Casey stiffened as Tina’s small pale hand touched the exposed curve of her taut breast. Her fingertips tugged lightly at the edge of the cup, and Casey glanced up to see the question in her eyes. Casey scooted a little higher, slipping the bra strap off her shoulder and pushing the cup down until the dusky gland popped free of its confinement. She lifted the taut, engorged orb toward her girlfriend’s face.
Tina said, “You don’t mind sharing some of your milk bank profits?”
Casey pecked a wet kiss on Tina’s forehead. “It doesn’t pay that well. And besides, I’d much rather you have it. Every gallon, every drop, if you can stomach it.”
Tina shuddered, the rippling motion of her body sending even the massive orb under Casey’s torso jiggling. She watched Tina’s pupils dilate as she eyed Casey’s large, dark nipple, her upper lip bulging momentarily as she ran her tongue across her teeth. Tina took Casey’s breast in both hands, the pressure making her wince, overfull as she was with warm, rich milk. Pulling the orb to her face, Tina clamped her greedy lips on the aching nub—tongue and cheeks and throat pulsing as her legendary appetite went to work.
After over three months of neglect, Tina’s mouth working her nipple was enough to push Casey over the edge.
***
Tina grunted, forcing as much air as possible out of her lungs. “Pull harder!”
Behind her, Casey pulled the zipper on the back of her fursuit with both hands. Tina was wearing a tee shirt, so there was little risk of pinching her skin with the zipper’s metal teeth, but it refused to budge even a fraction of an inch higher. Casey tugged and strained, and the metal tab slipped through her fingers.
“I don’t think it’s gonna go any farther, mija…”
Tina sighed, dropping both arms to her side and catching her breath. As her chest expanded, her gargantuan breasts filled the blue suit, making the zipper slide halfway down her back. “Can we let it out any more?”
“The seams are as small as I can make them,” Casey said. “I’d have to add more material, and we’re out of blue fur. We could order more, but it won’t get here ‘till next week.”
Tina slipped her arms out of the suit’s sleeves, letting it fall to her feet in a puddle of polyester fur. “I knew they’d start growing again if I went off my diet, but I didn’t think it’d happen this fast.”
Casey stepped up behind Tina and stroked her hair, suppressing a thrill of excitement. “Sorry, babes.”
Tina pivoted on one foot, spinning around and sending her voluminous breasts careening into her girlfriend. Casey was thrown off-balance and took a few stumbling steps to stay upright. Tina grinned as she said, “You’re not sorry, you tit-fiend!”
Casey returned her girlfriend’s smile. “You’re right, I’m not.” She ran a few long, sweeping strokes around the curves of the pair of breasts that projected nearly three feet from her girlfriend’s torso. “They look even better since you started those treatments, and now that you’re eating again…” Casey bit her lower lip, remembering how small—relatively speaking—Tina had been when they met. She imagined that ‘tiny’ girl swelling with fat, her breasts bulging and inflating as they grew larger and larger, transforming into the boob goddess that stood before her.
“I never stopped eating, you freak,” Tina said.
Casey shook off her horny mental image. Tina needed her support right now. “Yeah, yeah. What about your Pikachu costume? I’ve got at least a yard of yellow fabric still.”
Tina grimaced, one hand disappearing behind her breasts to touch her middle. “In public? That one shows so much skin…”
Casey grabbed Tina’s shoulders and twisted her girlfriend to face the full-length mirror. “Tina. No one can even see your tummy.”
Indeed, Tina’s breasts, now firmed up from Alana’s experimental hormone therapy, extended nearly a foot to either side of the blonde’s torso, and despite the massive custom-made bra under her shirt, their lower curves hung past her waist, completely obscuring her pelvis.
“I guess you’re right,” Tina said with a soft huff of laughter.
Casey grinned. “I’ll go get it. You haven’t worn it in like six months, so I bet I’ll have to use every bit of that fabric to make it fit.”
Tina swatted at her girlfriend’s arm, but Casey was already out of reach, prancing out of the bedroom to the stack of plastic bins full of costumes.
***
Tina returned from ClowderFest, dragging a heavy roller bag behind her and carrying two massive weights in front. Casey and Joseph were watching TV when she got home, but Casey’s blood heated as she watched Tina’s breasts lightly brush the doorframe as she pulled her bag into the apartment.
“Welcome home, chica, how was it?”
Tina let out a deep sigh, but her lips spread into a smile. “It was a blast! Though I think I’m done with air travel for good.”
Joseph asked, “Did something happen?”
“No, flying is just embarrassing. And even in the front row, these things take up so much space…” Tina put a hand on her chest, and the sight of that tiny pale hand against her enormous bosom was almost more than Casey could take.
She took Tina’s bag, set it in a corner, then put a hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, babes.”
“It’s fine,” Tina said with a shrug. “We knew this was going to be my last con.”
“Are you gonna miss it?” Joseph asked.
“A little bit. But honestly, the interactions aren’t the same.”
“How do you mean?”
“There were plenty of fans, people who know me from Insta or OnlyFans, but the glares and dirty looks from everyone else make it almost not worth it anymore.”
“Well, at least you still have your followers.”
“Yeah.”
“They’re the ones that matter,” Casey said, stepping behind the blonde. “People who appreciate you for you… And these babies!” Casey reached around to cup Tina’s breasts, her arms trembling as she attempted to lift each massive orb, raising them by less than an inch. “Dios mio they’re heavy. Did you grow even more in Colorado?”
Tina swatted Casey’s hands away and walked to the couch. “I was only gone three days! Though I guess I did pig out a little at the buffet by the convention center…”
Casey remembered their interview with Trish and imagined Tina shoveling down food as her breasts swelled even bigger.
“Are you hungry?” Joseph asked. “We were gonna order pizza, but we were waiting for you to get back.”
“That sounds nice,” Tina said.
Casey joined Tina on the couch, the blonde’s breasts overflowing her lap to rest on her girlfriend and boyfriend’s respective knees. “What do you say, pizza party for your retirement from the cons?”
Tina leaned to her left, letting one breast slide off her lap to rest completely in Casey’s, making the Latina’s face redden. “Why not?”
Casey draped both arms over the orb in her lap, hugging Tina’s breast with her whole body. “Let’s get that order going, Pepe. Get six this time, extra large. Our growing girl is back.”
Tina leaned in, and Casey felt her warm breath on her ear as she whispered, “How about eight?”
Casey shuddered, squeezing Tina’s breast even harder. “Make it eight. Better add some cheesy bread, too.”
***
“I know I say this every time, but these wings are so good –urp– ’scuse me…”
Casey sat on the couch in the living room, watching Tina’s stream from her laptop even though her girlfriend was just behind the wall in their bedroom. Even with the wide-angle lens, Tina’s cleavage filled almost half the screen. The effects of being ‘off her diet’ for the past six months didn’t stop at the blonde’s breasts. Tina’s arms had thickened into soft pillows, widest around the biceps, but with a soft layer of pudge covering her shoulders as well. Her gargantuan breasts blocked a belly that was starting to droop over her waist when it was empty. But over the course of her three-hour binge stream, Casey could tell her girlfriend’s stomach was now firm and round because Tina’s breasts had slowly risen, pushed higher and higher by the mountain of food she’d stuffed into herself. Even Tina’s neck was starting to get soft, a ring of adipose thickening under her pudgy cheeks and double chin.
Tina finished the last box of wings, sucking the sauce off each finger. Her hands, too, were getting plump, soft fleshy palms and a set of digits that resembled pale pink sausages stuffed tight in their casing. Her hands disappeared below the rolling landscape of her breasts, and Casey knew she was rubbing her full belly. She couldn’t wait for the stream to end so she could get in there and take over the duty of massaging the latest contribution to her growing girlfriend.
“Haaa,” Tina sighed, “I’m all full up, guys. Let’s do some Q and A.”
Tina’s eyes scanned the side of her screen. “‘What cup size?’ You guys must be new to the channel. I outgrew Z-cup over a year ago; these girls can’t be measured in cup sizes anymore.”
Tina’s plump hands stroked the surfaces of her breasts. Casey watched the chat scroll by in a stream of heart eyes, eggplants, and sweaty faces. One hand between her legs, she stroked herself slowly through her sleep shorts.
“‘How big are they?’ Well, it’s really hard to tell. We tried measuring around them, but the longest tape we have is six feet, and it doesn’t reach anymore.” Tina laughed at her own ‘joke,’ and Casey’s fingers stroked faster.
“‘How much do I weigh??’” Tina’s cheeks reddened. “You guys should know better than to ask a girl something like that.”
She leaned in closer to the camera, lowering her voice almost to a whisper. “I was six hundred pounds last time I checked. But that was over a month ago… the scale just says ‘error’ when I step on it now. We’re saving up for a new one—the kind you use for farm animals.”
The chat exploded again, and Casey watched a flood of donations come in.
“Wow, you guys are really into that, huh?” Tina said at her normal volume. “I hope you don’t mind I’m starting to get a little chubby—my girls can’t have all the fun.”
She wrapped her arms around her breasts as much as she could reach and squeezed, making the obese orbs rise up until they blocked the lower half of her face from the camera. A few people left the stream, but even more donations came in.
“Alright, guys. I need to go rest and let all this food digest. Thanks so much for watching, and be well!”
Casey closed the stream and logged into Tina’s subscription sites. Nearly a hundred low-level subscribers had canceled in the past hour, but over a dozen upgraded or joined at the highest tier.
