Blossoming Bronwyn
By Milkman11

[Main Tags: hourglass expansion, lactation, forced growth]

Bronwyn smiles, her red hair gently bouncing as she takes a walk in the park. It's a beautiful evening, but nobody else is out because of some silly superstition about the full moon. Bronwyn doesn't believe that nonsense; it was just an excuse for people to stay home and do nothing all day. She walks on, enjoying the breeze blowing through her hair, when she comes across some beautiful flowers she's never seen before. They're a lovely shade of purple and are shaped like stars. Entranced by their unique appearance, she steps closer to take a better look at them. 

As she's reaching out to touch one, tendrils rise from the ground and wrap around her limbs, binding her hands and feet together. The next thing she knows, she's being lifted into the air while another tendril, thicker than the others, forces itself into her mouth and down her throat. Her eyes widen in horror as she struggles against the bonds holding her, but they hold firm. She wants to scream for help, but the enormous tendril occupying her mouth prevents her from doing so.
Then, to Bronwyn's shock, some kind of thick substance begins to flow through the largest tendril and into her body, making her feel as if her small breasts are being filled with something warm and heavy. As it does so, her A-cup breasts begin to swell, growing larger and heavier with every passing moment. Soon enough, she's beginning to develop cleavage, which she's never really had before.
The sight of her own growing bosom terrifies her, making her struggle even more violently, but her strength is no match for the tendrils binding her. She's forced to watch helplessly as her breasts continue to expand before her very eyes. In mere moments, they've grown several inches larger, making her dress much tighter around the chest area. They must be DD-cups at this point. And they're showing no signs of slowing down, let alone stopping.
Tears well in her eyes as her breasts steadily grow larger against her will. Her once petite chest is now developing into something far more busty, constantly swelling up from that stuff being pumped into her. It's not long before the straps of her dress have begun to dig into her shoulders, cutting off circulation to her arms. She tries to cry out for help, but the tendril in her mouth keeps her silent.
Her breasts become bigger and bigger, bouncing and jiggling as she struggles desperately to free herself from the tendrils' grip. All she's doing is tiring herself out, but her pride won't let her give in without a fight. When her breasts swell to the size of grapefruits, a loud snapping sound echoes throughout the park. The straps holding her dress in place break, letting it fall away from her body and revealing her large, round F-cup breasts. Her swollen nipples harden from the cold evening breeze, humiliating her further.

A chorus of inhuman voices begin whispering inside her head, making her feel like she's going insane. <Grow...> they chant in unison. <Feel your breasts grow...fill with milk...milk for us...feed us...>

A pair of tendrils snake their way around her breasts, latching onto her engorged nipples and squeezing them tightly. Bronwyn lets out a muffled sob as they tease her nipples, coaxing milk out of her enlarged breasts and sending little shocks of heat straight to her pussy. She can't believe what's happening to her; she's being used as a human dairy cow for some sort of plant monster, being milked by some of its tentacles while another one forces her breasts to expand so they can produce even more milk.

<Grow...swell...feed us...> the voices whisper in her mind.

She feels her bosom get bigger and bigger, forcing her to arch her back to accommodate its weight. Her nipples are achingly hard from the constant stimulation, begging for relief. But the only thing she gets is more of that thick nectar being forced into her body, filling out her already ample breasts. By now, they're the size of watermelons, plump and round, but still not enough to satisfy the hungry tendrils.

<Bigger...> the voices urge.

As if obeying the voices' command, her breasts balloon up even further, becoming so large she can barely see her own torso anymore. They're freakishly huge compared to her small, slender frame, making her look like she's had an extreme breast augmentation. The sheer weight of them makes her feel like she's going to pass out, but she somehow manages to remain conscious.

Another tendril snakes its way down between her legs and begins pumping fluid into her pussy, causing her to let out a muffled gasp. This stuff is different from the substance that's been flowing into her body through her mouth. It's thicker, hotter, and more potent. She's never felt anything like it before, but it's intoxicating, sending shivers of pleasure through her entire body. Her hips instinctively start moving to meet the thrusts of the tentacle, helping it pump more of this strange liquid into her.

Her breasts expand rapidly, swelling up to K-cup proportions with no sign of stopping. Her nipples throb with pain as the tendrils milk them relentlessly, forcing gallons of thick, creamy milk from her massive mammaries. It's so much that her breasts are now leaking copious amounts of it, dripping down her thighs and pooling in the grass below.

Then, to Bronwyn's shock, she feels her thin thighs begin thickening while her hips broaden. Her eyes go wide as her figure develops into that of an incredibly curvaceous woman. Her waist becomes more pronounced, her hips wider and her ass rounder. She's still extremely top-heavy, but not to the extent she was just moments ago. Her breasts are still the biggest part of her body, but they're no longer the only thing that's growing.
More tendrils snake their way down her legs, stroking her inner thighs and rubbing against her soaking wet pussy. They spread open her labia and insert their length deep inside her, pumping her insides with more of the thick, milky nectar. Her curves become more exaggerated, her hips and ass both filling out rapidly. Her breasts are so big now that they hang down to her belly button, but they don't seem to be done expanding yet.

<Grow...milk...milk for us...> the voices whisper.

Bronwyn's face contorts in agony as her figure grows more and more curvy, her body reaching unnatural proportions to satisfy the monstrous tendrils. By the time the tendrils finally stop pumping into her, her breasts are the size of yoga balls, hanging down to her upper thighs and swaying with each tiny movement of her body. Her nipples are now the size of golf balls, swollen and sensitive from all the stimulation. Her narrow waist can barely support her voluptuous breasts, making her feel like she would fall over if not for the tendrils holding her in place, and her hips are so wide that they stretch her panties to their limits. Her flat stomach has bulged out slightly from the sheer amount of liquid pumped into her, making her look like she's pregnant.

The tendrils then withdraw from her body, leaving behind a trail of thick, sticky fluid that drips down her body and pools on the ground beneath her. Bronwyn collapses onto her knees, exhausted by the ordeal. Buckets of milk gush out of her enormous breasts and onto the plant monster's waiting tendrils, which greedily lap up the bounty of fresh milk.
This continues for several minutes until her breasts are completely drained of milk, leaving them no smaller but considerably less heavy. The tendrils then retract themselves into the ground, disappearing into the soil.

Bronwyn lies down on her back, panting heavily as she stares up at the night sky above. She's covered in sweat from the exertion, and her breathing is ragged. Never in her life has she ever felt so deeply violated, or so humiliated. Only hours ago, she was a normal young woman without a care in the world. Now, she's a half-naked, freakishly busty woman who produces enough breast milk to feed an entire village. She's been transformed into a human dairy cow, a living testament to the power of these mysterious creatures.

She lies there for a few more minutes, catching her breath and trying to collect her thoughts, when a strange, rumbling sensation fills her stomach. At first, she thinks it's just the after-effects of the tendrils' nectar, but then she realises it's something more than that. Something is moving around inside her, like a tiny animal running around in circles.
Her eyes widen as she comes to a horrifying realisation: the plant monster must have implanted its young inside her. That's why it had been pumping all that fluid into her vagina; it had been trying to impregnate her. And her hips...they'd become so wide because her body was being prepared to bear a litter of offspring.
She reaches a trembling hand down and places it on her swelling stomach. There's no denying it now; her womb is indeed full of squirming, wriggling life. There must be dozens of tiny embryos inside her, each one growing rapidly.
Her mind is filled with a thousand different questions, but the only answer she receives is the rumbling of the little creatures inside her womb, and the faint, distant whispering of the voices, chanting a single word over and over again.

<Grow...>



