The young woman stirred on her sofa, how long had she been out she wondered, at least a few hours. She looked down at her enormous boobs resting on her chest and smiled and laid her head back thinking about how good it felt to have pushed those little kids into her gigantic breasts. However, her mind turned to more drastic matters, what would happen when the parents find they are missing? Emily began to freak out but then remembered there was no trace of their kidnapping and let a smile creep onto her face once again.
As she got up from the sofa she grabbed her unclasped bra and shirt and made off to the kitchen, her endowments bouncing enthusiastically with every step. She looked down at them and frowned, she needed to get rid of all the excess breast milk. So Emily decided to grab two or so milk gallon containers and empty them out and fill them up with her own breast milk. Sighing, she removed the cap and poured it down the drain, then grabbing one boob at a time, massaged it until all the milk had dripped down into the gallon containers. She was amazed to find out that each container was almost entirely full, but before she could dwell any more on that the doorbell rang. Cursing silently, Emily had to quickly put up the containers and head for the door, her breasts swaying mesmerizingly as she put on her bra and shirt.
It so happened that the visitors were the parents of the children that had gone missing and each one was quite upset, the mother had her hands in a kerchief while the father rubbed her back soothingly and whispered platitudes to her, he stopped mid-sentence however when he saw the door open and a beautiful young woman with huge boobs sashay out the front door.
"Uh, hello there." said Emily. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
The mother was too busy sobbing so the middle-aged man responded for both of them.
"Yes, our children have...gone missing in the neighbourhood." He managed to choke out.
Smiling on the inside that her next meal had just presented itself right to her, Emily feigned pity and sympathy.
"Oh my! Why don't you come on in and we'll talk about it, I was just making dinner."
The father nodded and made his way in with the crying woman and they set themselves down on the dining room table.
"One moment, I'll go get the food ready." replied Emily, her magnificent figure gliding across the kitchen with her breasts swaying from side to side.
Meanwhile, she poured a couple of glasses of her own breast milk into cups for the man and woman and made her way back to them.
"This is some really good stuff, "Homebrewed"" she said as she pushed them forward to the couple, breasts swaying dangerously back and forth as she leaned forward. She fought the urge to laugh again at her own inner joke about homebrewing the milk.
Both the man and woman, trying to be tactful, each took a sip of the concoction and found it to be more delicious than they would've thought and started taking long draughts of it. Meanwhile, Emily brought up a stool to sit in between them both to talk, her breasts bouncing up and down as she sat.
The couple ended up having three or so glasses and were on pouring themselves a fourth when Emily spoke.
"You know, that's my breast milk."
The woman nearly spewed the milk in her mouth out and the man just stared up at her wide eyed. Emily let a grin begin to appear on her face as she rose, her breasts standing triumphantly on her chest, perky and enormous, taking up the immediate space around her midsection and making the people tilt their heads back to view her face.
"And you know what the main ingredient was? Your two children."
The woman started sobbing uncontrollably and the man nearly looked like he was going to faint and tried to stutter a response.
"Oh don't worry, now you're going to have a chance to be a part of something much greater than yourself." Emily said with an innocent smile on her gorgeous face. Emily started taking off her shirt showing her gigantic brassiere covering even bigger boobs.
The man and woman were speechless now, the woman had even stopped crying to look up at the virtual goddess standing before them, each was too shocked and afraid to speak.
Emily began moving her breasts closer to the faces of the couple and unclipped her bra, freeing the breasts, they stood even perkier than they had with the bra on.
"Don't worry, Mommies here." she whispered and quick as lightning grabbed both of their heads and pushed them against her nipples.
The spell seemingly broken, the man and woman broke out of their reverie and attempted to resist Emily, but her larger stature and the breast voring of the children had made her strong, there was nothing they could have done, they were doomed to become Emily's breasts the moment they walked in the door.
They started to scream, but were muffled as their faces were pushed into her nipple, their heads began to move into the glorious jiggling spheres as the victims hands tried to push away. More and more of their bodies became engulfed in the breasts and their movements were constricted as they were pulled and pushed in.
"Yes! Yes!" Emily exclaimed in pleasure "Struggle, it feels SO good!"
The woman's waist had just gone into her breast while the man was still roughly on his midsection, both of their legs were flailing in some vain attempt of escape.
Emily began stroking her spheres as well as pushing the people in more and more, after a few strained seconds they had almost entirely entered the beautiful young woman's breasts and all that was left as their feet. Beaming as she looked down at her now much more considerable boobs, pushed their feet in as she did with the children. The breasts bounced, seemingly in satisfaction as the helpless people were completely engulfed.
The woman seemed to admire the work she had just committed and traced her fingers along the perfect skin of her now washing machine sized breasts, perfect spheres. She felt the feeble movements of the trapped people inside of them and knew it would just be a matter of time before they were digested.
Emily grabbed the her clothes and went off to the bedroom to sleep for the night, she checked her watch. 8:00 PM June 14th. Tired as she was, the goddess went to sleep.
The next day she woke up at 9:00 AM June 15th, rubbing her eyes she remembered the experience last night and watched as her gravity-defying breasts sway and move around, she felt them and found that this time they had not turned into milk, instead the jiggling fat of her boobs, making this size permanent. She lay her head back on the pillow and placed her hands up on her boobs wondering what to do today, her eye drifted to the growth ray on her bedside counter...
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