Vanilla was staring at her reflection in a full-length mirror with a mix of shock and arousal. She woke up that morning to find that her boobs were now each the size of beach balls yet still stood out round and firm with only a slight tear drop shape to them. Her ass had grown incredibly as well she had hips wider than her shoulders and huge round jiggling cheeks. Both are T&A were incredibly soft and sensitive and it took most of her willpower to keep from groping herself.

Still staring at her reflection Vanilla tried to think of what to do.

Vanilla the Rabbit, Hyper-Curvy

Vanilla kept a positive outlook and dressed herself as best she knew how. Ever the super-mom, she styled a new dress with fresh, floral sheets. A swift scissor slice and trip to her sewing machine and she clothed herself modestly. Her body refused to be concealed. Braless, her chunky nipples tented the blouse severely. Like her beachball-sized titties, her meaty asscheeks jostled around rather wildly as well. 
No matter, she thought. She'd go pick up fabric and phone a tailor, too, after her day at the grocer was through!
The sun hadn't risen just yet, so she set off in a hurry. She found her increased assets quite alien, feeling her bovine hips leave whispers upon every doorway in her home. The cool air, normally minty, was oppressive, stiffening her nipples into obscene teats. Getting into her car was all the stranger. Her giant breasts swung across the steering wheel. She leaned back, but her unruly breasts laid flat on the blaring horn.
Vanilla adjusted her chair, kicked herself back and belted herself in, sighing, relieved to have some peace again. The straps felt reassuring, although the huge, thumb-length, fat bulbs throbbing VISIBLY on her milk mounds disturbed her. She cranked ignition, and the heater, and watched her chilly nipples subside into modesty she could make-believe was real.
She stepped out of the car, looking over the quiet grocer's lot. Red dawn crept over the cloudy horizon. She went inside, feeling conscious about her goddess figure. Nobody in sight as she made her rounds. She had everything she needed, but became transfixed by the dairy. She began loading the cart with cartons of cream, whipped, heavy, and milk. Gallons of milk of every flavor.
She trembled, not knowing what impulse drove her. Sweat beaded on her brow. She was getting aroused. Every second spent there was helping form an even wetter seal between her skin and dress. It slurped audibly as she walked, and started becoming translucent. 
The cashier, a sleep deprived pony boy, stared openly, but Vanilla head him off, "S..Sorry, a bee stung me. It's embarrassing."
He was disarmed and flustered by the pair of mighty breasts looming over him. The awkward silence punctuated the slimy noises unpeeling across her dress. Completely transparent. It was wet tissue paper. The hung young pony's dick was beating against his thigh, and Vanilla saw it plump up, filling his slacks obscenely.
He rung her up, and accidentally laid a trembling hand on her heaving jugs. Vanilla leaned forward and took the receipt, saying her thanks to the clerk and asked him to help her to her car. He stammered and hunched over the shopping cart, following Vanilla's lead. She blushed, feeling his eyes upon her gyrating, mighty asscheeks.
She licked her lips, noting how monstrously packed that young man's groin was.
She called him over to the back seat, legs spread, and the horny clerk dropped his slacks.
It was a real quckie. He plunged his horse dick into her puffy pussy and laid upon her soft, massive body like it were a bed and rocked the car past Vanilla. She crushed his fit, toned body against her breasts. She felt him jizz in short order, but keep going, hugging her thigh while she laid on her side.
Red sunlight didn't shock him out of breeding the blimp-titted bunny, but the rainclouds did when the two got drenched...
Well, they'd have an excuse for being so wet at least.
Vanilla kissed the boy on his dick, barely having to lean to do so and even let him strap her into her car before she drove off..
Vanilla blushed severely, wondering what came over her...

Vanilla Rabbit, Dairy Mom

The hot, humid rain poured down while Vanilla made her way home. It was slow going. She could feel the cool air from her groceries. The icy tendrils slithering around her narrow waist, creeping down over her humongous asscheeks, up around and between her massive breasts. She shivered, watching her nipples rise out from her breasts again, even moreso than when she was aroused with that hung, womb-stuffing clerk...
She started licking her lips, but the car behind her honked its horn and she realized she sat through a traffic rotation at the intersection.

Vanilla arrived in the driveway, and saw the lights in the house were already on. It wasn't uncommon for Cream to take care of herself sometimes. They shared responsibilities as a tiny family. The rain, feeling less cruel, had subsided into mist, but thunder rumbled its reminder. She was dry enough, but the makeshift dress was still translucent, just enough to cause a double-take from neighbors, should they be awake.

She held the groceries over her breasts, concealing her perky nipples. The idea was sound, and even Cream didn't seem to mind. She was still groggy, eating breakfast cereal. They exchanged gentle greetings and laughter, and it appeared that maybe this was a dream. Cream didn't seem taken aback by the motherly mountains that wobbled around the house.

The groceries plan fell apart. She packed two jugs of milk against her nipples and watched them thrust forward, balanced on the tips of her wide, blunt teats. Try as she might, they refused to moosh down into her doughy breasts. She loaded the countertop up with all the cold dairy products she'd purchased. 

That caught Cream's attention though, mostly because Vanilla resorted to setting jug after jug of milk wherever there was space, including around her breakfast while she was trying to eat.

"Mooooom! What's all this for?!" her daughter complained, but Vanilla smiled and without missing a beat replied, "Oh, well we must be prepared and I was thinking that I might bake a few cookies and freeze them for Christmas."

Cream rolled her eyes, and drunk the milk out of her breakfast cereal. She jumped into her galloshes. Vanilla helped her into a bright raincoat and walked down with her to the curb. Vanilla put on a poncho, but it hung over her belly, the twin peaks of her nipples plainly obvious as the black plastic flagged beneath them. As soon as Cream was sent on her way to her last days of high school, thunder rumbled, and warm rain poured down in torrential sheets.

Vanilla retreated, pulling her wet poncho off, and peeled her cheaply sewn dress off, too. It was plastered to her body, sounding like a band aid being torn away. She stood there, leaving the sopping pile by the front door and towelled off in the bathroom. She fondled herself, enjoying rubbing towel after towel over her stacked body.
She wrapped her hair and floppy lop ears up in a towel above her head and strode around the house nude. Again, her massive hips gave each door frame a little kiss as she passed by.

She returned to the kitchen and started stuffing the refrigerator full of jug after gallon jug of milk, soon realizing that she was running out of space, even in her vast fridge! The strange sense of attraction returned. Her mouth watered. Without thinking, she popped the cap on one of the gallon bottles and started chugging. Cool, creamy milk emptied into her belly. She felt a euphoric fog rising up inside her.

Certainly she should feel full, but instead she patted her chubby belly and ripped a carton of heavy cream open and had fun with her sudden onset of gluttony. It splashed into her open mouth, holding it high above her head. She felt it overflow and dribble down her body, down her vast, cartoonishly perky breasts.

She went on like this, until several jugs were left empty. Her stomach looked pregnant, full of lactose. Vanilla jiggled her fat belly, bouncing it against her breasts and gasped. Her nipples spurt from the bounce! She was lactating. Vanilla walked to the kitchen sink and rest her fat tits on the edge of the countertop and reached around her soft tits. She groped her thick teats and milked them, picturing the action a farmer would apply and heard a high pressure stream against the steel side of her sink.

She trembled all over, feeling sparkling pleasure shoot up her spine and explode out into every inch of her being. She bit her lip and giggled, feeling the tingling flow into her beachball breasts. Her legs were splayed far apart. She stood there, leaning over her milky breasts, proud that they had overfilled the sink with their mass alone. Under such pressure, she felt it happening. Her body rose upward. Her breasts were pushing against her chest, rising out of the kitchen sink's twin basins.

Vanilla leaned back, watching her enlarging breasts wobble around. Even as she hugged them for balance, they trembled actively. A bubbling, liquid noise emanated from them now. She felt her stomach tighten up. She shuddered all over looking down, and out of the corner of her eye, saw more strange motion. She craned her neck further and gasped, watching her meaty asscheeks pushing further away from her pelvis. It, too, was broadening.

She felt slight vertigo, and realized why when she looked at the fridge. The top was at eye level, and slowly lowering beneath her nose. It was slow, but sure. She touched her trim stomach, empty of milk. Her breasts, previously as wide across as 1.5 feet each, had swollen with gallons of liquid milk, inflated to the width of nearly 2 and a half feet across each. Her teats had thickened, and the domed areolae they rest upon bulged out like soup bowls.
Vanilla tried to milk herself, and noted how much more difficult it was with her girthy teats. The pressure and pleasure were both just as intense. Milky white mist recoiled out of the kitchen sink. After a few tugs, the sinks were both half full.

She was incredibly horny, and while her boobgasms were delectable, she needed to be filled. She was hungry for cock. She walked into her bathroom, finding her hips giving the doorframes bear hugs now, her breasts squeezing into and popping through them, to sate her boiling, drooling pussy.

She tried her hands, but they were merely teasing to her Amazonian puss. Her hand slimey, she turned the shower head on max pressure and twist its elaborate knob until it jittered. She packed it right against her pussy and rubbed it up and down her enlarged labia, spreading them with her free hand to let it strobe across every bit of her sex. How the pair of vibrator beads got by her side, she wasn't sure. She was in a drunken blur of sluttiness and wouldn't stop until the fire in her breeder body was smote.
She packed the large beads into her clitoral hood. Her pussy was so meaty and heavy that they wedged in firmly while they buzzed away. Vanilla lay half in the tub, legs spread wide while the showerhead ate her out. Her upper half lay on the floor, held up by her sloshing chest udders. 
She didn't care that they had grown even more, raising her upper body parallel with the lip of the tub. They had to be at least 3 feet across each now, still soft, still perky when held aloft.
Her intense play finally got her off. She saw stars and breathed deeply, resting across her breasts for several minutes. She sat up slowly, feeling her entire body ache exhaustedly.

She whimpered like a child, not wanting to get up, but struggle she did, pulling her titanic breasts from the bathroom floor and groaned, feeling their heavy, oceanic motion pull her rudely around. Vanilla panted, looking at herself in the mirror. As she stood slowly, she was pleased with what she saw. Only her lips were reflected in the mirror, and the rest of her hyper-hourglass figure slow danced back.

She twisted and turned, watching her huge breasts swing out from her fit, trim belly. If she wasn't mistaken, her waist was much thicker than when she woke up just a few hours ago. Her hips were astounding and her asscheeks were went beyond shelving. Someone could sleep on them if they so desired.

Vanilla panted, knowing that her body had become a burden to things like... moving around... architecture. Driving in the car was totally out.

Her nipples were dribbling persistently though, and maybe she could reverse the process somewhat?

Vanilla hunched over her tub and had to crush her breasts together as she reached out for her nipples. Her vast tits filled the width of the tub easily. She moaned, feeling fluid gush out of her breasts. It was slow going, mashing her teats flat against the tub's floor stopped the flow often.
She finally reached her nipples and began to tug on them when she realized she couldn't get any tension! Her milkers were so huge now that even at a full arm extension, her teats didn't tense. Nary a weeping dollop spurt forth, but she was clever.

Vanilla lifted away from the tub and rest her huge, throbbing nipples on the edge of the tub, keeping them in hand and leaned her body's full weight against the edge of the tub. Her boobs pancaked out between the wall of the tub and her belly and thick thighs. Her nipples sprayed hopefully already! That allowed her to get leverage to milk her hand-filling nipples. She pumped firm, alternating strokes, really expressing her bovine breasts, spraying out thick streams of warm bunny milk.

Milking herself felt really good, but she was already sore. The euphoric waves sloshing from her breasts help offset her post-growth pains. Slowly but surely, her cup size shrank from novelty sized sporting goods to her beachball size. She grinned, again pervertedly proud at her productive lactation. Milk was still swirling the drain after she'd stood up and toweled off!

The strange thing was, after she had milked herself, she noticed that her buttocks and hips began to diminish. She felt a heat fill her breasts and huffed, saying aloud, complaining petulantly, "Not again, I just did this!"

She had enjoyed it, but it was becoming a concern now, a real burden, plus it was less of a joyous flame and more of a post-workout burn. 
As her body returned to its normal height, her breasts jiggled, swelling in slow, gelatinous throbs, drooling milk.

Vanilla looked over a sloven kitchen, littered with plastic jugs, and pressed one after the other against her chunky nipples. She bit her lip, feeling the plastic rims slide into her nipples somehow. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was alien. She danced a bit on her toes, wanting to get it over with soon. So, she clasped both hands over one breast at a time and settled the milk jugs in the sink while she kneaded her sore udders. 
Somehow, she thought, the plastic milk jugs had plied her nipples open, allowing her milk to flow into them evenly.

Gradually, the half empty shelves in the fridge were replaced by Vanilla's heavier, creamier milk.

"Finally," she sighed deeply, "It's all finished." She decided to relax and flopped across the couch, wincing at her breasts. She picked up the phone and scheduled an appointment with the tailor for the next day. Nothing but that pile of wet dishrags by the door would fit her.

Cream would get home soon though, so she left a note that there was plenty of food in the fridge, and that she would be sleeping in because of umm--ermm... Exercise and pollen allergies really took it out of her or something.

She went to her bedroom and laid on her back, hoping that her breasts didn't pump up in her sleep, but didn't feel any odd heat in either of them, and allowed herself to relax and drift off to dreamland.

Vanilla Rabbit, Cream Rabbit, Mother and Dairy Daughter

Vanilla, motherly goddess, sunk into her vast bed and into sleep. Her breasts still felt a little sore from the ordeal of producing so much milk in so little time and as miraculously elastic as her boobs were, they were a half cup size larger than before. Somehow, drinking milk had caused her bosom and butt to balloon dramatically. Perhaps if she slowed down, its effects would've been less explosive, less impermanent. Still, her mammaries towered above her, the size of modest beachballs, each possibly 15 inches in girth.

Cream heard gentle snoring from Vanilla's bedroom and thought it was odd that she bothered leaving a note, but hoped she'd get well soon.

She sighed. She was nearly done with high school and worked hard on an accelerated program to graduate as early as possible. She was starving! She barely took time to eat unless it was on the go and decided that on a rare weekend with little to do, that she was gonna make it count. How would she do it, she coyly wondered to herself? With lots of sweets of course.

Cream threw open the fridge and grabbed some milk and ice cream, blending it all up and licked a dollop from her fingertip. Perfect! She poured it out into a tall milkshake glass and plonked a cherry in, too. A swirl of whipped cream and a little chocolate syrup were included. She slurped on the shake while the storm from earlier passed into heavy rain.

She busied herself in her room, straw in mouth, and by the time she sat down at her desk, Cream heard the horrible sound of an empty glass. 
"Well that didn't last long at all," she muttered, and popped the cherry in her mouth and left the glass behind and blended up a full pitcher of dessert this time...

Cream felt uncannily guilty about the emptied carton of ice cream, but knew that they had laying around an ice cream maker. She put it to use, and all the excessive amounts of milk. She was sure her mother wouldn't mind at all. While it slowly processed fresh strawberry ice cream, Cream scurried back to her room to faff about on the internet.

The straw was still in her mouth, and the mountain of whipped cream and cherries sunk lower in the pitcher as she idly browsed, not realizing the portent of the subjects she was mindlessly drawn to. New clothes, especially tailored for larger busts. She had her mother on her mind and wanted to get her something more modest for summer to try and keep her from attracting so much attention. It was embarrassing.

Sweat began to bead up on Cream's body. It wasn't particularly hot in the room, she thought, so she drank more milkshake. How her body contained so many sweets was a mystery. Her bra felt uncomfortable, so she slid it off. She was flat chested and sometimes wondered about why she ever bothered.

Cream murmured, "Jeez, Mom, why did your boobs have to be so big. All of these swimsuits are like so much more expensive than all these smaller string ones."

Cream's flat chest began to fill out slowly, ever so slowly. Her plain halter top began to rise up her waist. She didn't notice quite yet, and only felt strangely thirsty. She mistakenly brushed it off as part of her weekend indulgence. Cream lifted up the pitcher up and dumped it into her mouth, guzzling down the cream and Vanilla milk. She placed the pitcher back on her desk.

She noticed her growth spurt when she stood up though, feeling an alien weight bounce upon her upper chest. She covered her mouth and squealed into her palms, looking at the twin nubs tenting her white top. She had C cups! Maybe larger! She was both horrified and thrilled. She looked at her profile in the mirror and blushed severely, tugging down gently on the thin cotton top to bring it closer to her body and felt heat flush through her chest and stomach.

"Th..this is way too fast for a growth spurt right?" Cream asked her reflection and wiggled her bunny tail excitedly, involuntarily. That was when she saw that her butt seemed filled, rounder as well, but it was subtle.. By the time she turned around, she could swear that her halter top had spent out even more fabric concealing her boobs.

Cream cupped them and blushed, even holding her bra against her chest and said, "H..holy.. Th..they're D cups. D..double?" She tiptoed nervously to a closet past Vanilla's room and found a roll of tailor's measuring tape and confirmed that she had swollen a pair of soft, full, round DD breasts.

In the laundry room, she squeezed them, and shuddered all over as thin streams of milk sprayed out, soaking her halter top into transparency.

"Ohhhh th..that feels s..so good, bb..but howww.. Am I pregnant? I can't be. That's not possible," Cream shuddered, knowing it was true, and convinced herself it was part of the growth spurt. She decided to play it cool, and dug through the musty, dusty boxes for her mother's milk pump.

Cream took it back to her room and plugged her nipple into the end of one of the plastic cups and pumped slowly. She moaned, biting her lip, pumping milk out of her full breasts. By the time she was done with the one, it was down to a B cup. She repeated the process with her other breast, sighing in pleasure.

Cream had a perverse thought, holding the warm jug of milk and took it to the kitchen so she could add to the strawberry ice cream. It was quite some time until it would be finished... Fascinated by her body's sudden swelling, she looked for bikini tops of her own to show off her new body...

Time passed, and Cream was exhausted by her transformation and the excitement from it, the pleasure of touching her overlarge nipples and looking at how they tented up her shirt, and how all her clothes fit too snugly around her chest now.

She served up a few scoops of ice cream, savoring the flavor, having never tasted something so rich and fullfilling before. She couldn't resist having even more. The warmth that washed over her soothed her to sleep...

Vanilla awoke as Cream fell asleep. Her daughter had left the door cracked open. By her bedside was a bowl, and upon the bed was her lithe girl. She stared wide eyed, heart pounding watching her younger breasts.. She had breasts! C cups? They rose and fall with her deep breathing, slowly rolling to the sides of her narrow chest as they slowly filled.

It was as though she had water balloons for breasts and someone were rapidly filling them with water. They developed into D cups and pulled the cotton nightie up enough to expose her midriff. They continued to swell steadily and in the span of a few minutes, Cream's boobs were larger than honeydew melons. On her body, those breasts exceeded an M cup bra. They had stopped growing, but her nipples swelled a little larger, fatter than strawberries, and tugged her sheer cotton nightie up to reveal her big breasts from below.

Vanilla crept into Cream's room, feeling a strange warmth boiling in her. She looked in the bowl and swiped a finger through the residue and tasted it. It was strawberry ice cream, but moreover it tasted... Familiar.

Vanilla couldn't resist. She palmed Cream's breast. She was so big. She was so busty. She felt so soft. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, just slightly sagging in a teardrop shape but jutted out far from her chest. She rolled Cream's breast experimentally and gasped as milk spurt out, dampening her daughter's top. She licked her lips and recognized the flavor.

"Sh..she's lactating strawberry milk," Vanilla gasped quietly. Cream murmured and rolled onto her side. Her breasts bounced together, drooling milk for a moment. They'd stopped growing, but it gave Vanilla a look at her butt. She wouldn't have known just at a glance, but Cream's panties were digging into her plush asscheeks.

Vanilla's mind was racing... She left the room slowly and wondered what to do.

Vanilla + Cream Dairy Rabbits: Pumping her Up

Vanilla couldn't believe her eyes. Her own milk caused her daughter Cream to develop such huge breasts. Not only that, it induced lactation in her of a flavored milk. As she rose to leave Cream's room, her feet kicked something plastic. She froze up and gasped, having to kneel down to see what it was past her own huge bosom in the dark bedroom... It was her old breast pump. It seemed that little Cream was trying to hide her bosom...

Vanilla's mind was overexcited by all the discoveries: The milk that made her body grow, her need to lactate, and the blissful arousal it caused in her. She had to mold Cream in her image now, too, and if she was careful, Cream would think she did it herself, as she already was doing.

She took the simple contraption. It was so cheap that externally modifying one piece would reverse the flow of the pump. Vanilla walked into the kitchen and detached the modest bottle where a nursing woman's milk was captured. She licked her lips, finding that it attached easily to a typical jug. Vanilla worked pretty quickly, stirring strawberry syrup into each jug of her own milk, recalling the intense night where she overfilled herself and wondered if Cream would enjoy that pleasure, too.

Vanilla mixed up a second jug of milk. Each one was borderline red, and excess syrup settled in the bottom of each jug. With a gallon in hand, she crept back to her daughter's bedside. Cream had fortunately rolled onto her back again. Vanilla was becoming sexually excited, and licked the suction cup sloppily. She slid her hand, the hose trailing behind her wrist, up Cream's top and pressed down gently on her huge, chubby nipple. Cream's nipple sunk into her breast and the suction cup slurped into her plump areola.

Vanilla's entire body was flush with excitement. She knelt down at the foot of the bed and pumped slowly, watching the red milk lunge steadily up the plastic line. It squirted into Cream's breast slowly. The tiny pump's plunger made the entire process arduous. An entire gallon would go into each mammary's elastic chambers. A deep sense of sexual pride welled up in Vanilla as the first quart of strawberry milk pumped into Cream's right breast. Vanilla stroked Cream's much enlarged boob, finding that it was very soft, and to her surprise, the prodding didn't cause any milk to backwash down the tube.

Vanilla balanced the jug on her huge breasts and stood up and continued pumping, watching from above as her daughter became more and more lopsided. She could feel her own pussy getting wetter, getting flashbacks of her own overinflation. On one half of her, a honeydew cup sized breast, on the other, a full volleyball.

With the gallon balanced well above Cream's body, each pump was a more dramatic breath of size into her breast. Each glut that she exhaled into Cream caused her breast to bobble as it hung heavy, out to the side, pulling her nightie snug. Her smaller breast started to pull toward it as the cloth tightened.

Vanilla palmed Cream's huge breast, pumping the last quart of milk into her breast. She gave gentle murmurs, and often spoke in her sleep, whispering, "Mmmn... mmn.. m..more.." Vanilla's aphrodisiac milk was clearly affecting her, especially after glancing at her panties, noticing how wet they'd gotten.. Vanilla pumped the syrup into Cream's breast too, just for extra flavor.

She reached under Cream's top, having to handle her breast and nightie to tug the suction cup free. She shuddered all over, feeling chills as the cup slurped audibly as it unsealed. Cream's nipple slowly rose out of her much enlarged areola dome. On her basketball sized breast, it looked like a soup bowl with a fat, strawberry-sized gumdrop on top. It oozed a little milk, but didn't spurt, even when Vanilla gave it a squeeze.

Vanilla licked the cup again, indulging in the sweet strawberry syrup a little too long before plugging her remaining nipple in. When she started to pump, she cursed gently, hearing the telltale squirting noise of a broken seal. Vanilla licked the suction cup again, but noticed it was split... So she improvised and removed it. She lubricated the end of the tube with her own cum and slid the gooey tip into Cream's puckered nipple, snaking in a few inches and started blowing gently on her nipple, making it stiffen even further, and sealing the tube.

"There you go, sweetie.. Now drink up.. I know how thirsty I was when I got a taste, so drink your fill now," Vanilla murmured, as though casting a spell over Cream's force-bloated breasts. She held the gallon up again and pumped healthy gluts of sweet milk into the smaller mammary, sending both jiggling more and more as they both began to over-fill her nightie.

Vanilla was petrified and stopped when she had a half gallon to go. Cream murmured and tugged on her training top, pulling it down, making her soft, bubbly cleavage bulge over the spaghetti straps. It looked like she was wearing a tube top now. She was about to continue, but Cream started fingering herself... but it was in her sleep.. Vanilla, trembling and unable to leave Cream with one breast half the size of its sister continued to pump, but held the jug between her thighs instead to lower the intensity of expansion.

She panted gently, gazing at her daughter's abnormally large pussy. It was like hers. Her clitoris protruded as well, and her labia were so fat that it'd take both hands to pry them apart. From beneath her, Vanilla continued to pump and saw definitely that her work had caused her entire body to go through an intense third growth spurt on top of the second one that Cream induced in herself earlier..

Cream's whimpering grew more and more insistent as she stroked her gushing, noisy pussy, and Vanilla kept pace as she pumped the last quart of milk into Cream's breast, elevating the waify girl's breasts into matching basketball-sized milkers, capped with outrageous areolae and nipples. 
She smiled, knowing that all her life, Cream was seen as having a body much younger than her age, but now she'd be recognized as a bombshell late bloomer. Vanilla slowly removed the tube and left the room, sweating bullets as Cream reached climax and Vanilla closed the door.

Vanilla discarded the evidence, even placing the breast pump back where it was found and laid in her own bed, spread her legs, and massaged her needy vag, imagining what Cream would look like after she had breakfast with another tall glass of her bosom-boosting milk. She rolled over onto her belly, feeling restless and indecisive.

Planning for More is More

Vanilla the Rabbit, motherly bunny woman, masturbated idly in her dark bedroom, imagining her daughter Cream growing even larger. Before she knew it, the sun had risen, and Cream was awake. She was already in the shower. Vanilla was exhausted from the night's excitement, her mind already imagining the ways she could get to Cream...

When Cream awoke to the greatly increased weight on her chest, she was terrified and thrilled. She touched her breasts and rubbed her nipples. Cream moaned into her pillow, certain that she was not dreaming. The pair of basketball sized breasts dwarfed the full D cups that she'd grown just last evening. Even her panties felt packed. She stroked her hips, finding them far more plush, her rump fuller, too.

Cream hopped up, but stumbled to her knees as her heavy tits bounced. She was already horny from the busty stimulation, but slowly stood up and gathered up clothes for the day. She brought the breast pump with her, but it wasn't until she was in the bathroom running the shower that she noticed that the breast pump was broken. That was strange, but extremely unfortunate.

No big deal, she thought to herself, looking at her huge breasts in the mirror as steam wafted over her shoulders. Cream grasped her huge nipples and squeezed, watching pink milk dribble out. That scared her. She lifted up her breast and tasted her milk from the source. Strawberry flavor? Her heart was rushing, and she wondered if the ice cream from last night had anything to do with it.

Cream shook her head and lathered up in the shower, letting the hot water relax her body. She didn't realize it until then, but her breasts felt rather sore.. almost stretched.. Her mother had pumped excessive milk directly into her breasts, but she didn't know that.

Cream sat on the edge of the tub and milked herself, alternating between her udders. The milk expressed rapidly, and the sense of tension faded from her sore chest. She sighed, closing her eyes and listening to the loud sprays punctuate the shower's din.

When no more milk would flow, she squeezed firmly on her soft, fat breasts, sure that the last drop was the last drop. Her cup size had still been expanded from a full D cup to a possible F cup. At least her clothes would fit now... Cream did, however, feel a strange sense of emptiness and that she shouldn't have let her breast milk drain away with the shower water.

She washed herself, making sure to shampoo up her enormous bunny ears and got familiar with her broader hips and thicker thighs. She dried off and wore the towel back to her room.

While the weekend was still on, it was still raining, so she stayed indoors and ordered up clothes that she thought would emphasize her new curves without pinching her too severely... How exciting! She could actually wear a real bra. She made certain to buy a few in larger sizes to accommodate her lactation, should it happen again...

Vanilla awoke to the sound of the alarm she forgot she set, and she was rather groggy and vacant, but as she'd planned, she left for the tailor. She had her entire wardrobe replaced to fit her hyper-curvaceous body and her top-heavy beachball-sized breasts.

However, while Vanilla was returning, she stopped by a few stores and picked up a few things from the hardware and maternity sections... Plastic tubing, clamps, large breast pumps, and other assorted odds and ends...

It was getting late again, and Vanilla would pump those extra gallons into Cream after she fell asleep. Vanilla's obsession was locked in firmly...

Meanwhile, Cream was enjoying her weekend, listening to music and reading articles all about coping with large breasts. The weirdest thing was that she didn't experience any back pain, even when they were basketball sized.
She wore a long t-shirt that typically hung all the way down to her thighs, but she was again sipping on sweet, milky treats before bed, but the breast expanding effect of the dairy ingredients wasn't as pronounced or fast acting. She still wouldn't be aware that she was drinking her mother's special milk.
Cream yawned. The day had gone by so fast and she was feeling apprehensive about how people would react to her growth spurt.

Comfort Nursing

Vanilla arrived home late, unpacking the illicit goods in her own room and stalked into Cream's room in the dark, just in time to witness her big breasts swelling slightly larger from her daughter's late night snack.

Vanilla peeked in in Cream, gasping gently. The girl's basketball-sized jugs looked full. Her nipples poked through the sheer, tiny nighty, visibly throbbing. Vanilla left for her own bed, settling down, not pulling the sheets up. Her body was already warming, the sensation brightest in her tits. She drifted gently, not quite asleep. She heard dreamy voices, laying still. She felt hands upon her thigh, walking up her body.
Cream was there, whimpering about a nightmare, "A monster was at school, and I was naked. She chased me and sat on my chest..."
"C..come her, sweetheart," Mom barely whispered, wrapping her arm around Cream, snuggling in together... Time drifted as she lay her head upon her mother's chest pillows, hugging them, even as they grew. Cream, fast asleep, mindlessly lipped at Vanilla's breast, attracted to the sweet scent of dribbling milk.
Vanilla, half-asleep, stroked Cream's back, and cradled her head to her huge breast. Soft, heavy with milk, it pancaked beneath Cream's body comfortably. Cream's lips sealed around Vanilla's mouth-filling nipple. Milk flowed in a rhythm. Her mouth filled with the milk, but her breasts swallowed...
As Cream nursed, moaning sweetly, her body seemed eager to digest it into milk production. It was just like the breast pump...
Vanilla breathed deeply, evenly, and rest a palm over Cream's bubbly, tender cleavage, feeling her top tighten across her ballooning mammaries. 

Vanilla pushed her neglected boob overtop her chest, coaxing Cream into switching. The daughter slumped forward. Her heavy udders dragged beneath her, settling heavily into her mother's beachball sized boob. She drunk deeply. Cream, sunk into her soft bosom, squishing them around her sleight, lithe body. Soon, she had her fill, lips glazed by her midnight snack. She rolled onto her back, letting her breasts breathe, their flesh hot from overproduction. They had close to doubled in size...
Half-awake, Vanilla witnessed it all. Cream nuzzled her mom beneath the chin, and Vanilla pulled up Cream's top before the tense fabric tore apart. She held the plus-sized basketballs, smooshing them together, compressing them to Cream's belly, and stretching them gently, tugging on their ridiculously juicy, plum nipples.
Cream sighed in pleasure, and the massage encouraged more lactation...
Each milky balloon was 17 inches in diameter, but continued to fill, splaying Vanilla's slender fingers apart. As they grew ever larger, Cream's flesh began to firm, her areolae widened as well, but in a curious way. They distended, as though pinched at their bases. They rose higher, at a pace faster than her whole breasts... They gained a pressurized look, puffed out by nearly 4 inches, capped with broad, stiff, puckered nipples. 

Vanilla gently rubbed the tips of Cream's teats, feeling them yield to her probing, but only dripping slightly. 
Soon, she drifted to sleep, her palms overfilled by huge areolae, her daughter's multi-gallon bosom barely overtaking her mother's enormous jugs.
"So much potential," Vanilla murmured dreamily...

Cream in the morning

Cream had slept atop her outrageously curvy mother Vanilla. She drunk her mother's hormonal milk, causing her modest chest to expand rapidly. Cream was slender, lithe, and the pair of milk-laden boobs she grew were firm and projected out 17 inches away from her torso.

The two of them woke up late in the morning. Vanilla was the first to begin stirring. Cream yawned and stretched her arms above her head, giving no mind to the knockers that audibly sloshed as they bounced in the warm air. 

Cream yelped, but instead of covering her mouth, she cupped her huge breasts. They dominated her lanky chest. Pinkish, strawberry milk dribbled out of her stiff nipples. She shot out of her mother's bed, remembering the fear from the bad dream that put her in Vanilla's bed last night.

She bolted for the bathroom and looked at herself. Her clothing barely fit, draping down from her shelf-like bosom, tented out by her ridiculously long, thick nipples.

"Wh..why am I so huge? Th..Mmnn!" Cream stammered. She thought the earlier growth spurt was abnormal, but this was overwhelming now. Her body trembled with the thrill of fear, wondering just how big she was destined to grow.

"Cream? Are you okay?" Vanilla's voice asked through the opening in the bathroom door. 
Cream stammered again, "I-I-I. Mmm! My.. My boobs are-are-are! Th..This isn't normal right?"
Vanilla blushed, remembering her hand in pumping Cream's breasts up as though they were water balloons. She bit her lip, breathed to calm herself and asked, "Can I come in and look? Should I call a doctor?"
Cream walked over to the door and opened it. Cream cast her eyes to the side, blushing fiercely. She was sweating visibly now.

"S..see?! I had a g-growth spurt," Cream admitted. Her voice trembled.

"Oh, Cream dear, I was afraid this might happen," Vanilla sighed, trying her best to sound consoling. She rest her hands on Cream's shoulders and went on, "I went through just this same thing. I thought it might just skip a generation. It's a bit embarrassing, isn't it? Talking about it I mean? But it's alright, Creamie... It.. It's natural."

Cream stammered, "Nn-natural?! I.. I was flat yesterday!"

"F..For our family, dear," Vanilla chuckled, her voice cracking, "When we drink milk, our bodies respond in that particular way, and it can be a little much sometimes."

Cream blushed deeply, remembering that she did drink a lot of milkshakes over the weekend and nodded. Vanilla took control, resting a hand on Cream's back, saying, "Here." 

They walked over to the bathroom sink. Vanilla stood right behind Cream, pressing her huge tits against her back as she hunched over, and Vanilla said, "Pull your shirt up, I'll show you something you're going to need to know. You need to know how to milk yourself now..." 

Vanilla smiled into the mirror. Cream wasn't looking, but she could hear her mother smile, "I used to have a little milk pump, but I don't know where it went to..."

"Now, you'll want to use a particular technique, so watch me carefully, okay?" Vanilla had already pulled her top up, letting her huge breasts sway and wave freely and started groping her own breast, theatrically stroking across its broad curve until she rest her areola between her thumb and index finger.

"Like this," Vanilla instructed, fondling her stiffening nipples.

Cream watched, blushing fiercely. Her body glistened with sweat, and obvious sexual arousal. Her nipples throbbed so hard she felt like it must be visible, it felt like they were rhythmically jiggling her breasts. She stayed quiet as possible, breathing deeply.

"You don't want to be too rough, just enough to keep your grip. Just like a cow's teats I suppose," Vanilla said, tugging on her puffy areola, and down her fat nipple. A dollop of milk expanded on the tip of her nipple until it burst into a fine, unbroken stream that splattered on the opposite wall of the bathroom.

For some reason that really thrilled Cream. She could feel her pussy getting wet at the idea of milking herself with such force. Cream rasped, "Looks easy!" and she was groping one of her breasts. As she pinched her nipple though, she winced, "Th..they're sore!" Cream shuddered all over.

"Oh dear, hold on. A little bit of warm water and some lotion will help. They'll still be tender though," Vanilla murmured, already preparing washcloths with hot water while Cream hunched her big breasts into the sink impatiently..

Vanilla laid the steaming washcloths out across Cream's breasts and ordered, "Lean back, Sweetie." Cream stood up, presenting her huge breasts. The warmth flowed through her breasts and softened the firm flesh visibly. Cream was so soothed by the warmth that she didn't notice her panties were clinging to her pussy, or that its sexual oozing was drooling all the way down to the floor between her slender legs.

"Ahhh, ohhh," Cream murmured. "That feels better."

Vanilla pretended not to notice, refreshing the washcloths with more hot water, massaging Cream's big, fat breasts. They became more and more jiggly and sagged down just slightly, looking less like plastic. They looked moderately more natural despite how full and round they were.
She pushed them up and around, gently squeezing them, and then seemed to stop abruptly. Vanilla lathered her hands up with copious amounts of lotion. It was from a bottle that Cream had never seen before. Its label was curiously quiet in design. A simple two-tone pink and purple square on a black bottle, and no name.

Vanilla caressed Cream with the lotion, slathering it across her huge breasts, and down Cream's belly a bit, too. She slid her lubricated hands across her collar, her neck and even behind her, across her shoulder blades.

The sense of euphoria only deepened. It must've been some sort of painkiller.

"This will help your body adjust. I wish I had this when it happened to me, but hehe, I suppose I'm thankful for it now since it does still happen to me, too," Vanilla giggled.

"Mmn. Now try again. I'll help you," Vanilla said, and Cream laid her huge hooters in the bathroom sink and started milking herself, groping her intimidatingly huge nipples and tugging gently. Milk spurt out.
Cream choked back a moan.

"Mmn... Still a bit sore? Well, it has to be done, or else you'll get stretch marks, " Vanilla claimed.

"It's-It's okay.. You're right," and Cream lifted her elbows up, allowing Vanilla's hands to slip beneath her breasts as she leaned in, feeling her fingers squeeze, pressurizing her milking efforts now. Vanilla stroked down, following her daughter's lead.
Each gush was so intense that Cream almost lost her balance a few times from the pleasure that shot through her.

It seemed to last forever, but her boobs diminished down to full D cups or so, her nipples still rather puffy for their size.

"Th..thanks, Mom." Cream blushed. Vanilla smiled quietly, her own tits still nude, waving overhead and casting her in shadow.

"Wh..what time is it! I'm gonna be late for class!" Cream stammered. Vanilla planted her hands on Cream's shoulders, fingers across her chest.
"Oh, don't worry about it. You're a scholar, the year is ending, and I called in sick on your behalf, Hon."

Cream unfroze and blushed, "Y..you're right. Th..thanks."

"Now get a shower, okay?"

Cream blushed, nodding.

Natural Balloon Physics, A Question

Cream turned to her mother, asking a strange question, "Our nipples aren't normal either are they?"
Vanilla smacked her lips, surprised by how observant her daughter was. She said, "That's right.. Mmn. Our nipples are sort of like balloon nozzles... They aren't as porous as a normal woman's are. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

Cream held her breasts, lightly rubbing over the tips of her chubby nipples, noticing that the pucker yawned slightly as she stroked them.

"And I really did mean that they're like balloons. You can inflate your breasts through them.. You'll know when you've overdone it. It'll hurt a bit," Vanilla said. 

What a thrilling idea, Cream thought. She could pump herself up in private to absurd proportions and relive the pleasure of breasts so large that they were clumsy, even dangerous. She wondered if she could get even bigger than she was just an hour earlier, even get bigger than her own mother.

She wondered out loud, "H...how big can you get?" Cream looked at her mother's beachball sized breasts. They looked soft, they looked heavy, hanging out with the same unearthly perkiness as always.

Vanilla blushed, saying, "I think I can get much larger than I can handle, honey. I really don't know. Further out than my arms can reach."

Cream bit her lip, looking at her own mother's tits, remaining just as horny as before.

"Can you show me?" Cream blurted out, and Vanilla obliged, unspooling the shower head from the wall. Her humongous breasts wobbled from side to side, each one the size of a beachball, still massive on her Amazonian frame.

"Here, dear. Work this into one of my nipples and turn the water on. It's that easy," Vanilla instructed. Cream took the hose and pressed the end of the wand against her mother's large nipple. It was the size of her fist, but so was the wand's head. She easily worked her fingers in with one hand, pulling the rubbery flesh open and wedged the shower nozzle into her mother's meaty teat.

Vanilla moaned gently as her huge jugs wobbled, thrilled by the steady penetration. She patted the top of Cream's head and panted, "That's good dear. Right below the areola should be enough for now."

Vanilla's large nipple swallowed the round tip of the nozzle. Its mass stretched her teat around it like a rubber sleeve. Cream was so wide-eyed that she must have spaced out at the unreal sight.

"Now turn the water on, hon," Vanilla reminded, petting Cream's lop bunny ears. Cream yelped gently and leaned over the tub, twisting the water on. The faucet gushed into the tub's basin. Cream let it wash over her hand.

"Just letting it warm up a bit, Mom," Cream squeaked, feeling her anxious heart drum through her throat. When it was ready, her hand trembled over the plug. She pulled it up, diverted the flow into the shower hose, and felt it jerk across her lap. 

Vanilla grunted. Her breast shook, and the sound of water rumbling inside of her mother's breast filled the small bathroom. Already massive, it jiggled ever larger at a visible pace.

Vanilla sighed... The moment became more intimate as the tub drained and dried. The din of more and more water swirling around inside her ballooning bosom captured Cream's attention.

Cream gulped, raising her hands up to the huge breast, lifting it up and letting it fall and wobble freely as it ballooned from 20 inches in girth to 24 inches in diameter. Not a single drop spurt around the hose. It was terrifyingly exciting.

"It really feels good. Give me all you like, Dear," Vanilla winced, trying to keep from moaning too deeply. Cream kept touching and feeling her mother's enlarging breast, often touching the other to compare their texture.

Oddly, even as the one breast steadily swelled to 28 inches in girth, it became softer in spite of its perky projection. It really did look like a balloon, capped with a puffy areola and meaty nipple, hanging out with uncanny lack of gravity.

Cream leaned against her mother, pressing the side of her head against the gigantic flesh balloon, listening to the rushing fluid boiling around inside of her body. She wrapped her lithe arms around it, squishing it down, bulging it up Vanilla's body. It bounced up, pressing itself against her mother's chin.

Vanilla hugged Cream tightly, crushing her into her huge breast as it continued to spread between their bodies, pushing them slowly apart, spreading down her belly. Vanilla blushed, feeling the outline of most of her daughter's body sinking into her pillowy chest.

"Mmn! Okay, th..that's enough I think," Cream's voice shivered out. Vanilla released her grip, and her breast bounced out into its perky form again, projecting out with a round girth of 32 inches or so. It was hard to tell precisely, as it was wobbling as it grew.

Cream turned the flow off, but as she twisted around, her mother's titanic breast loomed over her, casting her in shadow beneath it. It radiated heat, warmed by the bathwater's temperature.

"Don't forget to even me out, Honey, okay?" Vanilla said as sweetly as possible, but the weakness in her voice, the shaky insecurity in the tone. Cream could tell she was aroused by it. Cream was thrilled, too, and already dreaming of her turn. Cream's mind ran wild...

Cream turned around, and her mom was already bowing down slightly, presenting herself conveniently. Cream pulled on the hose. The large, round tip bulged out her mom's nipple. Her teat stretched, and seemed a bit puffier than before. Perhaps it soaked up a portion of the many gallons that sloshed around in the belly of her mother's breast.

It popped out easily enough, spraying a brief mist of watered down milk. Cream gasped, but shook the surprise off and worked the hose into her mother's other nipple. It was slimy and wedged into Vanilla's body with ease.

Vanilla arched her back slightly, sighing again,"Just like that... You're a natural, Sweetie."

Cream blushed, turning on the faucet again. The awkwardness didn't wash away with the steady noise.

"Are you ready?" Cream asked politely, rubbing around her mother's smaller breast, steadying her.

"Give me all you want, Creamie," Vanilla said, and Cream activated the pressure again, but twisted the knobs slowly higher and higher as her mother's chest became crowded. Vanilla loved it, sitting on her knees, and began to masturbate, grinding her fingers into her meaty pussy.

Cream blushed intensely, starting at her horny mother as her breast wobbled and shook under the much greater pressure. She didn't realize that the flow peaked completely. The muffled roar. The rapid flow. In no time, her mother's breast was equal in size.

Vanilla was still pounding her clit, grinding her knuckles into her puffy vag. Her breast continued to inflate beyond equality. Steam rose from her breasts, casting wispy fog throughout the bathroom. Her tits wobbled wildly, the ballooning one lurching out to a girth of 38 inches in diameter.

Cream marveled at the sight of her mother as she ballooned into a goddess. Her whole body was slick with sweat, and the pool of sexual fluid grew beneath her as well. Cream was absentmindedly masturbating, but snapped out of it and slowed the flow...

She didn't stop it...

Cream walked to her mother's side. Even when Vanilla was kneeling deeply, Cream was just barely taller than her while standing. Cream laid her body out across Vanilla's gigantic, uneven bosom, rubbing it. It was still soft. She leaned further, resting her entire bodyweight into the lopsided water balloon, feeling it jiggle and spread. It supported her.

Cream shivered, "Th..this is incredible."

"I..I know, Sweetheart," Vanilla said, whispering, "H...How about you... Y'know."

Cream squeaked and pushed away from Vanilla, giggling nervously, "Oh, of course. S-sorry, Mom." 

Cream swapped the hose, pulling it out of the rubbery teat. It stretched after it before popping free. Her mother's nipple slung down like a fat bulb, the size of a cantaloupe. Its pucker seemed even more pronounced, drooling a slimy, milky fluid that was somewhat gooey.

She slid the hose into the smaller breast, carelessly spraying the floor with water during the transfer and twisted the knobs open again.

This time, she thought, she would lean back and make certain that her mother was even. Vanilla must have had a similar idea. Her mother leaned back further, posing theatrically, moaning aloud,

"I just love feeling them stretch larger and larger, hanging off my body. Sometimes I wonder how big I can really get. I've always been afraid to try.. It feels so good, Creamie."

The size of her mother's pussy was intimidating. Was it always that big? Did it swell up with water, too? Or was it something that happened when she was horny. Would it happen to her? 

Cream's entire body felt like it was blushing in anticipation. Her breasts had only just recently developed. She was pretty busty, but compared to her giantess of a mom, she was modest.

Vanilla's breasts towered over her, wobbling out like a pair of air filled balloons in shape, but every time she rocked her fist into her bulging pussy, her heavy breasts flopped up and down, slapping the floor with such force that it made the ground shake beneath her.

Cream stopped the flow, and walked back over to her mother, removing the hose from her body even while she was busy getting off. She didn't know exactly what to do.

Cream mounted her mother, sitting on her belly and hugged her mother's gargantuan breasts. That caught Vanilla's attention finally. Vanilla sat up and embraced Cream.

"Love you, Creamie.." She said, feeling the heat throbbing from her daughter's groin.

"Mmnn.. Love you, Mom," she replied, molesting her titanic tits.

"We'd better get that shower now, huh," Vanilla giggled, and stood up effortlessly. She strode into the shower and in no time, she was lathering her body up and having Cream help spread fruity, fragrant soap across her breast-pumped chest.

Vanilla's rack often caught the entire spray of water, leaving Cream beneath her huge breasts to wash herself with the waterfall between her cleavage. All the while, Vanilla's monstrous pussy wobbled right in front of Cream's face. It was gooey and oozing...

Cream blushed heavily as she helped wash her mother, barely able to grip her hands around the collossal mons that packed the space between her thighs. The whole mass of it seemed to bulge up her lower abdomen and between her legs. The actual labia looked more like inflated innertubes, and as she "washed" between them, the fat bulb of a clitoris throbbed into full erection, protruding and pulling the sexlips out along with it.

Cream dragged the loofah across her mother's pussy, having to wedge her hand and the scrub into the places where it compressed into her inner thighs. Vanilla tried to be accommodating by raising her massive thigh up, but it just increased her pleasure while Cream massaged her monster-puss.

Vanilla panted heavily, getting dizzy with pleasure but never quite climaxing. Cream had moved on, washing her gigantic breasts where she couldn't easily reach herself. She knelt down, letting Cream wedge her soapy body between her gigantic tits. They packed the tub's width beyond the brim, but were just soft enough for Cream to slide her lubricated body between.

"I think you did a great job lathering me up, dear. Why don't you rinse off, and then I'll finish up, too." Vanilla said. Cream nodded, and washed up. She was the first out, but spied on her mother as she twisted and turned. Cream didn't dry off, but wrapped the towel around her body and started fingering herself.

She half-closed her eyes, imagining her body being just as sexy, having someone worship her and pump her up, too. Through blurred vision, her mother swayed and wobbled gracefully. Her huge tits, pancaked out across the back wall of the shower as she let the water spill down her back, down her ears and glossy, lush hair.

Cream squirmed, feeling her body explode into bliss. She sighed and started drying off, feeling the prickly, wet heat persist, drying herself entirely.

"Mmmn. I think I need a little help, Creamie dear," Vanilla asked. Cream looked up, reminded by the pair of breasts that concealed her mother's face from view entirely. They concealed the edges of her vision. Huge, round jugs dappled with beads of water, dripping rapidly.

Vanilla said, "Here, dear. Spread some towels out on the ground. Mmhmm. Just like that." Vanilla wrapped a massive towel around her waist, and knelt down. Cream started laying a towel out across Vanilla's huge bosom. The coverage was delightfully pathetic.

"I..I'm gonna need more towels," Cream said, pulling an entire stack from the storage closet. Vanilla had laid down casually, letting her huge jugs roll to the sides of her torso. Cream crawled on Vanilla's belly again, rubbing the towels across her inconveniently huge breasts.

Cream clambered atop one of Vanilla's breasts as she pressed them together somewhat... Cream sighed, laying still across Vanilla's soft boob for a moment. They mutually loved the absurdity of her size.

Cream was about to finish her chore before her eye was caught by her mom's erect teats. She crawled up and wrapped her thighs around it. She sat on all fours and pressed her hand against it, rubbing it against her pussy. She slowly rocked her hips, grinding against it now. Vanilla could feel her daughter's puffy pussy enlarge from the intense, sincere arousal.

Cream panted heavily, "S..sorry..I.. I couldn't.. I.. I needed it..Mmn" Cream stopped and slid off slowly, leaving a slimy trail across Vanilla's huge bosom. Vanilla reached out and hugged Cream against her breasts, cupping her daughter's pussy from behind.

"It's alright. Whenever you're ready, Dear," Vanilla encouraged, slowly rubbing her finger between her meaty lips.

"So, what do you wanna do now?"

Pump Cream the Rabbit's Breasts Up and Then Some

In the bathroom, Cream stood beneath her mother, Vanilla, whose breasts audibly sloshed from the great burden they carried. Her mother's breasts were gigantic, casting a deep shadow over her as she was cuddled against her soft body.

They had just been pumped up with gallons upon gallons of steamy water, hanging out a few feet in diameter, resting their jiggly meat upon Cream's shoulders.

Vanilla's body was exaggeratedly womanly. Even her pussy jutted out, swollen, throbbing against Cream's back.

"So, what do you wanna do now?" Vanilla asked from above. Cream looked up instinctively, and could only see her mother's huge jugs, beads of sweat dripping off of them despite having just been tediously toweled dry.

Cream replied,"I..I dunno. I.. I can.. I wanna be big, too."

"Well of course you can be, dear. Here. Lean up," Vanilla said, tapping the sink faucet. Cream jumped up, wondering how she was going to get it to work, or why they weren't just using the shower hose instead.

"There. Squeeze underneath, Cream," Vanilla said, tracking her daughters movement with her hands. She continued, "Arch your back a bit... Press your nipple against the faucet."

"Just like that," she said, and turned on the water. Cream shuddered all over at the intense rush. She recoiled and yelped.

"Shhh, relax, Cream. You're fine," Vanilla said, and held onto the sides of Cream's torso, lifting her up into the sputtering faucet. The rush of water went silent and Cream wriggled and writhed.

She wasn't used to it! She whimpered and moaned, feeling the warm water stretch her breast out as more and more flowed into her. It ballooned to the size of a volleyball before Vanilla's hands slid up to inspect Cream's progress.

"Ok, Honey. Switch sides now," Vanilla instructed, and spread her own mammoth breasts so she could actually see what was happening to her daughter. 
Cream unplugged her now-swollen nipple from the faucet, having to use both hands to slip the elastic flesh away from the metal lip. She tipped on her side and arched her back into the faucet. Her whole body went rigid as her modest bosom rapidly transformed into unnatural bustiness.

When she was equalized, Cream turned the faucet off herself and took a few minutes to rub her wildly jiggly tits. Just like her mother, they were quite soft despite being pumped up with a gallon or so each. She turned them over, letting them flop heavily on her belly, moaning and murmuring before Vanilla finally interrupted her.

"Here, Creamie-doll. Let me help. This might feel strange, so take a deep breath," Vanilla said, gripping Cream's gumdrop teats. She slowly pulled on them.

"Try to keep still, and pull away from me, okay?" Vanilla said. Cream nodded, biting her lip as her breasts stretched outward. Further and further, like a pair of latex balloons. Her distorted flesh pulled out so far! It didn't hurt at all. In fact, it felt delicious. Prickly tension evaporated into a soothing heat that filled her body, particularly her breasts.

Vanilla worked on Cream's body like this, managing to elongate them further and further. When she was finished, the shape of Cream's breasts had changed. No longer quite natural, now possessed of a sort of zeppellin shape. A balloonish perk that defied gravity.

Cream kneeled on the countertop and admired her new tits. 
She asked politely, "Can I have more?"

"Of course you can, Cream. Stand in front of the basins and lean between them. Vanilla helped Cream down as she turned to face the water sources again. After gently petting Cream's big bunny ears. Vanilla groped Cream's breasts and pulled them apart, wrapping Cream's rubbery teats around both faucets.

They snapped back, not wanting to stay connected easily. They looked fine, but became a bit red, a bit sore from the recoil. Cream had yelped, "Ah! Sorry! I didn't think they'd.. They won't stay on..."
Her tone was so disappointed.

"Mmmnn.. I have an idea, Cream. Here," Vanilla smirked, and ran the water. Cold water. Ice cold. She pulled on Cream's nipples again, and had to lean on Cream's back, pinning her to the edge of the sinktop.

The cold water made her teats stiffen up. Their rubbery nature made them not only get erect, but expand further, growing from the thimble size to a girth of a shotglass. They grew a bit longer than that though. In that condition, Vanilla was able to wedge the throbbing teats around the faucets and leave them on. Their puckered sleeves were tight enough to grip fast.

Cream winced,"Ahhh it's s..so..c..cc.c..cold!"

Her breasts juddered around, oddly shaped from the distance between her and the faucets. Vanilla twisted the hot water valves open, and in a moment Cream settled. As her nipples relaxed, they didn't lose any size and Cream could stroke and pet her own breasts as they rapidly fattened out.

Cream became incredibly aroused around, feeling water swirling around inside her strange jugs, feeling the caressing torrents stretch her flesh out more and more. She felt sexier with every drop her chest absorbed.

Vanilla grinned, sliding a hand between her daughter's thighs, feeling the heat pulsating from her engorged pussy, letting the oozing, lubrication drooling from between her lips collect in the palm of her hand. She decided to tease Cream a bit, feeling like she shouldn't orgasm too easily.

She twisted the hot water off. Not only that, she wrapped her hands around Cream's areolae, pinching down as much as she could. Cold water swirled around inside of Cream's nipples. The backflow began to sputter out! Cream reflexively reached up and clamped the seal such while crying out in shock.

"Ahhh!"

Her teats ballooned dramatically, becoming as thick across as 12 oz soda bottles. They weren't stiff in the slightest even as they became cold to the touch. Vanilla turned the hot water back on and tisk-tisked.

"Goodness, with such big teats, we ought to pump your boobs up to match now," Vanilla insisted, stroking Cream's huge nipples, which had grown so much that they covered the faucets all the way over to their baseplates.

"Don't they feel wonderful, Cream?" Vanilla asked, rubbing down her back, rubbing between her shapely asscheeks and inner thighs, spreading her plump legs apart as her pussy resumed oozing.

Cream's breasts continued to wobble and jiggle. Upon her body, they looked gargantuan already. Each one rested comfortably in the bottom of each sink's basin. She caressed them, feeling them wobble ever larger.

It wasn't long until she started stroking between her legs, too, grinding her fingertip across her own clit. Just like her mother, her pussy was just as bizarrely swollen. Her lips were plump, thickly glazed, and felt like it could get even bigger if she got even more aroused.

Just the thought did just that. Her clitoris protruded further and further out as she stroked it. She realized she could slide it between her finger and thumb. Her vision went blurry as she rest atop her rapidly expanding bosom. Each breast had drunk up enough warm water to fill each bathroom basin. 

Two feet across each.

Vanilla interrupted again with another blast of cold water that shocked Cream out of her haze. She twisted her thighs and whimpered, "Mooooom... S..stop doing th--th-that!"

She couldn't get away with it again, but she loved how the cold water affected Cream's teats. Normally subtle bumps on the girl's areolae had swollen into prominent, chubby nodules. When Vanilla examined them, stroking the bumpy flesh, Cream's nipples stiffened and she gasped in pleasure.

"Get as big as you like then, Cream," Vanilla giggled, and knelt down. She leaned in against Cream's ass, smothering her lithe thighs with her huge breasts and nuzzled Cream's groin, lolling out her long tongue as Cream reached for the faucets to turn the heat back up.

Cream shivered all over, moaning out as the pressure mounted all over. The water audibly roared within her breasts as they rose over the edges of the sink. She instinctively leaned against her mother's head, feeling her long tongue, welcoming it as her body sung.

Her breasts were pinned beneath the faucets now, the soft, marshmallowy dough squeezing around them.

"More, more.." Cream begged. Vanilla buried her nose into Cream's meaty pussy, curling her tongue over the distended, heavy flesh, lapping across her belly and her protruding clit. She twisted her lips left and right, even biting at them as Cream lost herself to carnal lust.

Cream's climax was so fulfilling, that she went practically limp. Vanilla's body was splattered with sexual fluid. It pooled in her cleavage as Cream squirted over and over again. Vanilla grinned, giving the grapefruit sized mass of flesh a firm kiss and stood up.

She had to pull Cream's limp body away from the faucets herself. It wasn't easy. She had to uncap a bottle of lotion and slop it across her huge 3 foot wide breasts to get them unwedged from the faucets.

Vanilla left them running the entire time, even as her shorter daughter's breasts began to outgrow her own.

It was only until Cream regained composure after her shivering orgasm that she said "Oh..okay.. th..this is enough for now." that Vanilla turned them off.

They were debilitatingly huge on her. Cream could barely walk with them, and she had far more trouble squeezing out of the bathroom with them than Vanilla did. As she walked, her huge, perky breasts slapped the sides of the hallway frequently and Cream couldn't help but moan in pleasure from the sensation.

Vanilla had to help clothe her of course, lending her a tanktop of hers that she knew wouldn't quite fit. She pulled the black spandex over Cream's gargantuan bust and the straps dug in deep, pushing her cleavage up over Cream's nose! Far out to the sides, too, her breasts bulged over the top and concealed her shoulders. They went much broader than her shoulders. Even below, her breasts bulged out over her belly... still somehow visible from the outward jut her bosom possessed.

The girl's teats were permanently stiff, it seemed, both a foot in length, with the spandex top oddly containing them as though they were tailored with nipple sleeves.

Cream was able to pull her panties up herself, but as she admired herself in her mirror with her mother looming behind her, she realized how much bustier she was than Vanilla.

It made her incredibly horny and proud. She was also astonished by her overgrown pussy.. It was just as big as Vanilla's. On her smaller body, it looked titanic. Her panties could barely contain it! The waistband stretched out and the straps hung in the air. It was visibly moist. Strands of slime oozed out of it.

Cream slipped into a pair of jeans, but before she could even try to zip the snug-fit groin up, Vanilla insisted that Cream lay down while she clean her up, and so they spent the rest of the day in Cream's room, bottomless, while Vanilla pushed her face into Cream's fat vag.

Cream's breasts wobbled wildly as she cried out in pleasure, their soft, heavy weight crushing into her bed. Vanilla ate her out for near an hour, pushing her heavy tongue deep inside her and rocked her full bodyweight into her. Cream's fat pussy cushioned out around her mother's face while Vanilla worked her huge clitoris.

Eventually Cream passed out from exhaustion. Vanilla toweled off Cream and slipped a new pair of panties over her daughter's huge puss. It didn't fit at all. Vanilla sidled up in bed with her, packing the bed with breastflesh from edge to edge and fondled her, massaging her huge breasts, worshiping them... They towered over both of them, and the softness of Cream's bosom held so much more promise.

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