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Dreams (6 Parts)
🕑 Added 2025-04-07 22:29:23 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for Kush Destroyer.
1.
Chris was not having a good day.
That evening he had been laid off from work. Now, on top of all his other problems, he had to deal with unemployment in a brutal job market. Chris lived paycheck to paycheck, so he was decidedly fucked. Resignedly, he dropped himself across the couch of his small apartment. For now he would just sleep off his misery and deal with it later.
Chris felt as though he had just barely closed his eyes when he was suddenly gasping awake, sitting upright and looking wildly around his living room. He blinked at the familiarity of the environment and steadily calmed down. He had felt as if he had been somewhere else. That was the weirdest dream.
Chris couldn’t remember all the details, just the presence of…people?…hovering over him. Well, figures, really. They were strangely voluptuous, significantly curvy at the chest and hips. And they had had horns protruding from the tops of their heads. Chris rubbed his face and sighed. That was the last time he slept on the couch.
He shifted, finding his backside unusually sore, just a little. And he felt weirdly hungry. Really hungry.
A more diligent glance over the room told Chris that it was morning time. He had slept through the whole night. Chris’s stomach grumbled, and he was reminded that he had unintentionally skipped dinner the night before. He got up and headed to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast.
Chris was surprised by the amount of food he pulled out of the fridge, but his body seemed to be working on autopilot. Even as he was preparing food, he found himself munching on pieces of bread, cheese, and whatever else he could get his hands on. In the meantime, he scrambled a dozen eggs, not really knowing why he was making so much. Maybe this was just his way of dealing with the frustration of losing his job. In only minutes, he had whipped together a huge meal of eggs, bacon, pancakes, and sausages. He also made himself a massive bowl of cereal on the side. Chris loaded the feast onto his kitchen table, set himself down, and began to dig in. He ate voraciously, packing food in his mouth, filling his cheeks, then stuffing in more. He chewed and swallowed as rapidly as he could, feeling absolutely ravenous. Like a bottomless pit. He couldn’t get enough. He ate and ate till he felt sick, and then he ate some more. Chris finished the whole thing, then went back to make seconds.
-
It was a week later.
The job hunt was not going well.
Chris spent a lot of his time sitting behind his laptop, submitting his résumé out to every organization he could find that had job openings, even low-level positions. So far, he had gotten no interest from any of the companies. No interviews, no requests for more information, not even a polite rejection email. Just nothing.
On top of that, Chris was dealing with other problems.
Ever since he lost his job, his appetite has been out of control. Maybe it was his way of dealing with stress, but he found himself eating constantly, draining through his remaining cash to buy large amounts of food, and stuffing himself relentlessly. There didn’t seem to be a moment of the day that he didn’t have something on hand, whether it be chips, pretzels, cheese sticks, candy bars, jerky—anything really. And his three, sometimes four, meals of the day were now always comprised of mountains of fattening foods. He didn’t know what had gotten into him, but it was getting out of control. His weight was surging.
Chris’s previous flat abdomen had gotten plump and rounded. His hips were thicker and his backside was fuller, now stretching out all the seats of his pants. His chest was just getting weird, weight surging there until his pecs had rounded out, getting plumper and fuller, turning into little breasts. Well, not so little. He was starting to look like a woman over there. And it was awkward. Chris started trying to wear layers to cover it up, but the flesh was really tender, nipples almost painfully sensitive. Normally when dudes developed manboobs, they were saggy enough that they weren’t too noticeable. But these ones were weirdly round and plump. He’d say they looked like B-cups.
Chris really needed to get his shit together.
2.
It was a week later. Chris’s weight had only surged and was truly getting out of control. And the more weight he gained, the more demotivated he became. He was getting softer, fatter, and more sedentary. His job hunt had become secondary to his indulgences.
His belly had gotten round and swollen, making him look as though he was six months pregnant, though it was not firm like in a pregnancy. It was fat. When Chris clutched his abdomen, his fingers sunk into several inches of softness.
The mounds on his chest — the breasts — had only become more perky and swollen. They were terribly sensitive, and had to be close to DDs in size, sitting full and high despite having no support of a bra. They were just oddly, uncomfortably, bloated. It was a continual distraction, Chris’s hands constantly gravitating up to them, rubbing and cupping at the tender heat there.
Most of Chris’s time these days was spent perched on the couch, eating. It was unbelievable how much he was able to eat these days, his appetite having skyrocketed.
At present, he was wearing a pair of basketball shorts that had grown several sizes too small on him. They were stretched at the seams and close to tearing apart against the huge bubble of an ass he had grown. His backside was simply immense, rocking and jiggling wherever he went. Even his largest sweatpants were shoved down and stretched taut on him. It was getting to the point that Chris needed a whole new wardrobe with the rate that he was growing.
And the more he grew, the more he seemed to eat. Even at that moment, Chris was sloppily shoving handfuls of food into his mouth. He had a large mixing bowl sitting on his lap as he feasted on what could only be described as gruel. Chris had pretty much grabbed everything that was left in his house and poured it all together in the huge bowl. A variety of condiments, jams, butters, oils, flour, peanut butter, cereal, bread crumbs, sugar, cornmeal, syrups, sauces, icing, and other things. It was objectively disgusting, though the tangy, sour, sweet taste had grown on Chris somehow. This would do for now, at least until his next grocery delivery got in. Chris stuffed another glob of it between his lips, moaning in pleasure as he sucked it down then licked his hand.
He had been having a lot of dreams lately. Weird ones that always seemed to involve those plump, voluptuous, shadowy figures, circling him, seeming to press closer with every encounter. They chanted and muttered indecipherably. Chris didn’t know what any of it meant.
His body was just so sensitive lately, tender and tingling all over. He couldn’t stop touching and groping his curves. When he wasn’t cupping his chest, his hands were reaching back to knead into his warm, swollen backside. Other times he was massaging his bloated belly, rubbing his hands into the plump flesh, often smearing it with the food that perpetually coated his hands.
Chris was eating double the amount he had been last week, and the portions were only increasing. He had become a bottomless pit, always feeling ravenous. He finished up his bowl of slop and took a moment to catch his breath before pulling over the large tray piled with donuts that he had been saving for dessert. Chris moaned as he stuffed a dense chocolate donut between his lips, chomping his way through it, gulping it down in only seconds.
As he began to reach down for a plump powdered donut stuffed with custard, a droplet of liquid spilled onto the tray. He blinked down at it in confusion as more white droplets fell, dampening the pastries. Chris’s gaze shifted. He followed the source of the liquid, and was surprised to see it coming him. His nipples, specifically. He was…leaking.
“Mmggpphh…” Chris moaned as he stuffed the whole custard donut into his mouth.
His free hand moved up to his left breast, cupping and squeezing as he groaned. Damn it was sore. He squeezed harder and milk started to squirt, actually squirt out of his nipple! It was so bizarre, so fascinating. He drenched the food while continuing to eat it.
“Nrrgghhh…” He felt his flesh tighten, and had to pause in his greed, arching his back as heat surged, not only to his breasts, but his belly and ass, then his whole body. It trembled as he grunted, flushed and sweaty. He could feel his shorts stretching more against him, before the fabric tore with an audible RIPPP, then his ass burst right out of the back. “Nrrgghhhh…” His breasts heaved and rose like dough as they continued to swell, his belly pushing forward as he struggled to bear it all.
3.
Chris’s nipples were squirting nonstop. He kept eating regardless, allowing his milk to spray onto his food, completely drenching it. But he didn’t mind it. The flavor was creamy, rich, buttery, and sweet. It was sort of addictive. He was even a little awed that he was able to produce something so delicious without even trying.
After he demolished the donuts, Chris caved and ordered some pizzas on his credit card. He also put in an order for more donuts, some cake, and additional pastries. His food arrived within the hour and it was all so delicious. He spent hours stuffing his face through sitcom reruns, moaning in pleasure as he consumed more food and more of his milk.
By the time he was finished, Chris felt absolutely stuffed. His belly was a packed, rounded mass. The outer layer was soft and allowed for inches of his fingers to push in when he touched it. But his stomach itself was almost painfully bloated from his food binge, his belly so rounded he looked as though he could have been at term with child!
Chris heaved himself up from the couch with a groan, and as he did, he could tell that he was definitely heavier. He waddled his way to his bedroom, confronting his full-length mirror, and was amazed to see that not only had his belly expanded, but his breasts as well. They had easily doubled in size, just round and huge, and packed with the milk that continued to squirt relentlessly from his nipples, even splashing against the mirror at times.
Breathing heavily, Chris slid his hands to his hips, which were fatter, softer, and wider now. He turned to his side, finding that his backside was absolutely massive as it protruded out behind him, bobbing or jiggling with his every movement.
A thick layer of fat coated his whole body, from his shoulders, to his arms, to his waist and his thighs. He had been transformed.
Chris continued to explore himself, sliding his hands down, and beneath what remained of his torn basketball shorts. He was surprised to find a new mass there that was easily the size of a watermelon! He had failed to notice it with his midsection blocking his field of vision. Chris shoved the shorts down, his hand sliding over the swell, causing him to gasp and shudder. He turned back to the mirror, twisting his body just enough to see what lay directly beneath his belly. It looked like…it was a cow udder!
It was a stunning revelation and Chris didn’t know quite how to process it. All he knew was that he felt incredibly fatigued by then. Deciding to deal with this later, he eased himself against his bed, lay down, and immediately fell asleep. He quickly found himself immersed in more of those weird dreams.
-
Chris awoke with a groan.
He felt tight and sore. He gazed down at himself, hands carefully ghosting over his curves. His mouth fell open.
His breasts were huge. Hot, sweaty, flushed, and swollen. They were oversaturated with milk, so much that they ached a little, sitting round on his chest, having clearly gone up a few cup sizes.
It took some struggle for Chris to heave himself up, but he soon found himself in a sitting position with his hands leaned back on the mattress behind him. He found that his udder was just as packed and tight as his breasts were, having also increased significantly in size. Chris moaned in discomfort, shifting slightly. Further examination of his breasts revealed the transformation of his nipples, and he couldn’t believe he had missed it on first glance. Somehow his nipples had not only swollen, but lengthened. They had become outrageously distended, protruding out like teats!
Unable to help himself, Chris reached up, taking a teat in his fist, tugging and squeezing. A low hum came up his throat as warm milk splashed free. “Mmmm…”
It felt amazing. Chris’s other hand moved down to his udder, doing the same, tugging and squeezing, milking himself as he groaned and hummed. “Moooo…”
As distended as his nipples were, it was easy to navigate one into his mouth. He took a long pull, shuddering with pleasure as his mouth was filled with the creamy milk he was producing. It was so good he thought he could drink it forever. “Mooo…” Chris hummed in pleasure as he drank and sprayed from his six teats. In the meantime, his body pulsed and grew.
4.
Milk was getting everywhere.
Chris was sprawled in bed, propped up against various pillows, moaning as his hands glided over his swollen belly. It was huge. He looked heavily pregnant; maybe with twins, or more. He couldn’t believe how big he was getting, his abdomen often tremoring with movements from the children within. He groaned and rubbed it more, watching it pulsate and heave as he lay there moaning.
He had recently finished a heavy binge of lasagna, and was waiting for his latest food delivery, due any moment. Yet he kept gaining weight, and could feel himself growing even then. When he was particularly peckish, he would suck hard on one of his teat-like nipples, filling his already over-packed belly with the thick, creamy fluid.
When he wasn’t drinking, his milk was free to spray. Constantly squirting and splattering onto the bed and rug, sometimes reaching the surrounding furniture. It was all so warm and sticky, Chris’s body flushed and hot, radiating heat from the gallons of milk he was constantly producing. He felt like a furnace.
His breasts and udder had only grown larger. Simply immense. He thought each of his breasts easily resembled a volleyball in size, round and packed, practically bursting with milk. His udder was larger, bigger than a basketball by then. And like his two huge nipples, the teats on his udders were constantly squirting and spraying, getting milk everywhere. It was a delightful, delicious mess.
Chris could hear someone entering the apartment. He was so drugged on food and fluid, he hardly felt concern.
“Chris, you in there?” someone called. “The door was open. Someone left these food bags outside your door.”
It was Mike, a close friend of his. Chris could hear Mike’s footsteps crossing the apartment, coming towards the bedroom, where Chris was.
“Haven’t heard from you in a while, bro. You okay in there? Chris?”
Then the door opened, Mike stepping inside to freeze at the sight of his swollen friend sprawled in the bed. He gaped, his mouth falling open in shock.
Chris’s face contorted as his breasts and udder all tightened simultaneously. He didn’t know why; it was some reaction to seeing another human being, or even Mike, particularly. But his body reacted almost viciously, his six nipples and teats tightening and bulging, as Chris grunted out, then milk sprayed violently, practically jetting out of him as he cried out.
The milk splattered right into Mike, getting all over him. Some of it hit his face, and his lips. Mike took off his glasses, looking positively aghast. But by some compulsion, his tongue flicked out, just slightly, catching some of the milk at the corner of his mouth. Tasting it.
Something changed in Mike’s eyes. Immediately, he lunged for a breast, closing his mouth around one of Chris’s teat-like nipples and sucking greedily. He drank like an addict, desperate and greedy.
Chris groaned and arched, twisting his fingers through Mike’s hair. Bizarrely, Mike started to rapidly change. Chris first saw it in the way Mike’s clothing steadily grew tighter at the back and shoulders. Soon Chris could see a growing layer of fat softening Mike’s body, his ass inflating, thighs thickening, and belly pushing out. Mike continued to grow, thicker and larger, then his breasts started coming in.
Mike whimpered as he kept eagerly sucking. Chris just tried to catch his breath.
Mike’s breasts were surging, pushing forward, rapidly growing into softballs of flesh, getting bigger and rounder, filling up, until his shirt tore to shreds, and his breasts ballooned, starting to rival Chris’s in size.
But things didn’t end there. Mike whined and arched, momentarily breaking away from Chris’s nipple as his own nipples started to bulge and extend, like fat fingers pushing farther and farther out, until he too had a pair of cow teats bulging out from his volleyball-sized breasts.
“Nrrgghhh…” Mike groaned. He managed to lean back down, and continue suckling from Chris, despite his clear discomfort. The basketball shorts he had on were getting painfully tight, until those too began to tear around his outrageously fat ass, and a clear udder developing on his pubic region just below his belly. Like his breasts, Mike’s udder steadily grew rounder, fatter, more plump and pink. Mike whined as four teat sprung out out, bulging and waving. His face contorted as his two breasts and udder became flushed and tight, looking impossibly bloated. He gasped out as all six teats simultaneously started to spray, as he again had to pause in his suckling, instead giving a muffled groan as he buried his face in Chris’s cleavage.
“Mmmm…moooo…” was all Chris could manage. Mike had come to resemble him in all ways excluding a heavily pregnant belly. Mike’s gut was bloated round and soft, but at nowhere near the dimensions of Chris’s hugely swollen mass.
Still, it was certainly…something. Panting heavily, Chris took Mike’s face, and guided him back to his teat-nipple to resume drinking.
5.
Chris couldn’t believe how much everything was changing. But every time he considered it, it was like he was buried in a fugue stage. This was a dream. This was bliss. This was insanity. He was…he had to…
Consume.
Mike’s body was only getting thicker and fatter at a slow progression. The more he drank Chris’s milk, the more he blew up, as though he was consuming pure fat. Rolls of pudgy flesh were overtaking his heaving body. He drank nonstop for hours on end yet he couldn’t get enough. Chris was in ecstasy, completely submerged in the overwhelming pleasure of it all. And just when he thought it might never end, Mike fell asleep. They both did.
Even in his dreams, Chris did nothing but eat. He ate food, drank milk, then grew and grew. When he awoke, he immediately ordered himself several extra-large pizzas with triple meat and cheese. Conveniently, the restaurant was fast, and the doorbell was ringing in only a half hour. Hungry and eager, Chris heaved himself off the bed and waddled over to get the food. As he opened the door, he immediately found himself salivating at the sight of the eight pizza boxes stacked in the arms of the straining young delivery guy.
The pizza delivery guy nearly dropped them in clear shock. His nametag read ‘Nick’ and he had completely frozen to stare at Chris’s outrageous dimensions, his jaw hanging slack. Chris couldn’t blame him. Chris doubted there were a lot of hugely pregnant morbidly obese guys with gigantic throbbing udders and basketball-sized tits ordering pizzas in this area. All six of Chris’s wobbling teats were dripping milk, creating a large puddle beneath him. His whole stomach trembled, causing him to groan, as the aroma of the oily pizza drove him desperately ravenous.
Nick hadn’t moved an inch. He was still gawking, his eyes bulging. His lips moved, but no words emerged. Frankly, he looked aghast.
Chris took the initiative, reaching out to grab the pizzas. In the process, Chris’s arms smooshed into his massive breasts, causing his nipples to spray a forceful spurt of milk directly into Nick’s face.
Unthinkingly, Nick licked some of the milk off his bottom lip.
The effect was instant. He immediately lunged for Chris, pizza boxes toppling out of his arms and scattering all over the floor in the entry to the apartment. Nick took a teat into his mouth so quickly he nearly gagged on it, then he was just sucking desperately and greedily, his hands squeezing into Chris’s udder to force more milk down his throat. Nick moaned in adulterated pleasure, wanting to drown in the creamy white fluid.
Chris groaned as he was suckled, his arms managing to reach out for one of the fallen pizza boxes. He began to shovel greasy slices into his mouth, arching and squirming as Nick sucked and drank.
Nick was growing rapidly, shoulders softening, thighs thickening, chest puffing out. He seemed nearly delirious from the pleasure of his own growth and the milk.
It was cyclical. Chris gorged on pizza, Nick sucked, and soon a groggy Mike was waddling over, his gelatinous body quaking. He joined them on the ground and closed in on a free teat-nipple protruding from Chris’s swollen breast.
Chris yelped slightly, but quickly resumed his pizza binge, using his free hand to cradle Mike’s head as he hummed in approval.
The puddle of milk on the floor was only growing.
Mike pulled off the teat-nipple with a wet pop and a contented sigh. He shifted his attention to where Nick was still consuming. Mike grabbed another of Chris’s udder-teats and shoved it into Nick’s mouth. Nick started to grow all the more rapidly, body rising like dough, positively ballooning. In only moments, Nick was larger than both of the other boys, and was still swelling. He now had an udder of his own and a massive pair of breasts to accompany his swollen, chunky body, and the gargantuan ass quavering behind him, having torn right through the back of his pants. The three young men became of mass of hot, throbbing, swelling flesh, as they fed on each other in a relentless cycle of addiction and expansion.
Milk was gushing now from all three. Puddling on the wood, sinking into the floor boards, and trickling down to the lower apartments…
6.
“Ron, is the ceiling…dripping?”
Ron shifted on the couch to look at the spot his wife was pointing at. There was a growing wet patch on the ceiling. Soon a droplet fell away to tap lightly on the coffee table where the whitish liquid was creating a small puddle there.
“Seriously?” Ron said in disbelief. He lifted the remote to pause the basketball game before scowling up at the ceiling. Ron and Sarah were newlyweds and had only moved in together a couple of weeks earlier. The fact that they were already having issues with the apartment just left Ron on edge. He got up and went to the closet to grab a bucket, which he subsequently put on the table to catch the leak. “This is ridiculous!”
Sarah shrugged, her attention already shifting back to her toenails, which she was painting a garish aqua blue. “Relax,” she urged, wriggling her toes. “Just call maintenance.”
“Yeah. Right,” said Ron, digging his cell phone out of his pocket.
“And tell them we need that bulb in the kitchen changed,” Sarah added, momentarily putting down the nail polish to lift her mug of tea.
As Sarah raised the tea to her lips, she failed to notice a droplet of white fluid that fell from the ceiling and directly into it, as she took a sip.
“What the hell is this anyway?” Ron grumbled as he peered at the fluid. “It’s definitely not water. Shit, no one’s answering.” He tried calling again. The white droplets were falling faster now, splattering into the bucket as the level started to rise.
Sarah stood and dipped her teacup into the bucket, causing Ron’s eyebrows to shoot up as she collected some of the white fluid then drank it. “Sarah, what are you…” Ron trailed off, only then noticing that Sarah’s clothing was suddenly looking tighter on her, and her body…softer. Ron’s mouth hung ajar.
Sarah was…changing. The previously slim woman was growing rapidly, a padding of softness growing progressively thicker as her body visibly expanded. Ron watched her belly surge forward as it shoved down the waistband of the leggings she had on. Her breasts doubled then tripled in size, her modest B-cups quickly ballooning to D, then DDs, and only growing larger. Her top slid upwards as it strained on her growing form. She must have doubled in weight and was still getting thicker, her backside bulging out behind her, her thighs squishing together.
Sarah moaned and sunk to her knees, arching as she continued to transform.
Her shirt dragged all the way up, a pair of massive breasts shoving out, exposed. Her nipples looked truly extraordinary, swollen, distended, and now… advancing. They were growing thicker and longer, wiggling as she panted, until they started to resemble cow teats.
Sarah groaned and clutched her voluptuous body, fingers sinking into her deepening softness. Her leggings burst apart as a cow udder sprung free! It swelled and bulged, spilling forward, four swollen teats springing out of it.
Ron stumbled as his transforming wife crawled towards him. Before he could react, she had him pinned to the ground. She shoved one of her huge nipples into his mouth, Ron’s eyes going wide, then dropping shut.
He drank.
He sucked desperately and greedily, filling his mouth with the warm, sticky milk. In only seconds, his own body was expanding, as he held Sarah close, squishing into her, feeling his gut surge and his shoulders thicken. His chest ballooned, nipples aching wonderfully as they shoved forward. He drank and drank, becoming submerged in adulterated pleasure. Little did either of them know, they were among the earliest victims of what would soon be known as the Cowdemic.
-
On the floor above theirs, Chris, Mike, and Nick were still piled together on the living room floor, their bodies having only grown more expansive. Chris—who would soon come to be known as the infamous ‘Patient One’—was panting heavily, his body sweat-drenched where he was sprawled surrounded by the seven plump babies he had given birth to just moments earlier.
As Chris and Nick nursed the newborns, Mike brought over a new pile of food they had ordered — numerous boxes of doughnuts. Chris moaned as he stuffed them into his mouth, one after the next, his body throbbing with heat and growth. His life had become a cycle of consumption and expansion and he couldn’t have been happier.
The End
