Request was “A mousy flat anthropology professor gets sent a new specimen, a fertility idol, it itself does not cause growth, but others obsessing over her does, turning her into an unnaturally curvy, busty and milky goddess after a night with her husband who harbors hidden desires for immense curves.”
I hope y’all enjoy! It’s short & sweet~
“What is that, hun?” her husband asked, looking at the figure on her desk.
“Huh?” Angie looked up from her papers, trying to follow Davide’s vision. His eyes were locked on what had to be an earth mother figure or a fertility goddess; the petrified wood carving was of an immensely curvaceous woman. “Oh, something a colleague brought back from a dig. She’s overwhelmed with things to do, so she sent it to me… not that I’m any less swamped…” The dark-skinned professor shifted in her seat.
“You okay?” Davide asked. “It’s nearly eight, why don’t you come home?”
“I’m fine, really, love. Grade deadlines are soon, and I really need to get these papers read.” Angeline sighed. “There were some of my students in here earlier fawning over me, trying to bribe me to grade their papers sooner. They left some brownies here, if you want one.”
Davide rubbed his hands along her tensed shoulders. “Can’t they wait just one night?” he asked. She had to admit it, he knew exactly how to persuade her.
She sighed again, letting the tension from her muscles. “You’re right. I have until Monday, and it’s only… what? Thursday?”
He chuckled. “Yeah, it’s Thursday. Too much fun at the university today, huh?”
Angie took his hands and let him pull her up from her desk chair, then continued forward into a tight embrace. She did her best to ignore the sound of strained stitches as she rose and let herself relax, head against her husband’s chest, feeling him breathe. “Drive me home, please?” she asked, looking up at him.
He smiled back at her. “Of course, hun.”
“Davide, do I look… bigger to you?” Angie asked, standing in front of a mirror before getting dressed in the morning.
“Hm?” he asked, popping his head into the bedroom from the kitchen. “There’s a dangerous question. What do you mean?”
“Well, my bra doesn’t fit- I can’t hook it in the back. And my undies seem a little tight.”
Her husband gave her mostly-naked form a once-over. “Well, you do seem a little… plumper. In all the right areas!”
“Mhm,” she teased. “I’m sure you’re really broken up about this development.”
“Hey hun!” Angie said, throwing the front door of their apartment open. “Guess who got all her papers graded!”
Davide’s face lit up. “You did! This calls for celebration!” The hispanic man pulled his wife into the apartment and sat her in one of the sitting room chairs. “You just relax and I’ll cook you up something nice. Want a drink?”
“Please,” she said, resting all the way back in her chair. Digging around in her bag, Angeline pulled the bubble-wrapped earth mother statue out and placed it on the table beside her. “I’m trying to remind myself to look into her at some point.”
“You should relax, you darned busybody,” Davide teased. “The semester’s over, take a day or two for yourself.”
“Make me!” she laughed, silently agreeing with him.
He came back holding a daiquiri for her. “Hopefully this’ll help you start.”
“Thanks, hun.” Angeline took the offered glass and sipped it gently. “Ooh, that is good.”
“Step two of Angie’s Relaxation Weekend,” Davide began, carrying her into the bedroom, her legs wrapped around his abdomen. “Giving my goddess exactly what she deserves.”
She grinned as he tossed her down on their bed. “And what exactly would that be?”
The thirty-something’s husband laid on top of her legs, slipping his fingertips into the waist of her skirt. One slowly drifted a little down, over the skirt, and made gentle circles over her groin with his thumb. Davide pulled himself forward and pushed the hem of her shirt up a little, planting soft kisses on her tummy. He looked up towards her, not breaking the lip-on-skin contact.
“Oh, well… I won’t stop you.”
Davide slid a hand down the length of her skirt, then back up, underneath the fabric this time. Reuniting thumb with her vagina, he resumed teasing her, massaging back and forth and in little circles. She writhed on their bed, rubbing her thighs together around his hand. Taking that as a sign to continue, Davide pulled her skirt down, grabbing the band of her panties with it and tossing those both onto the floor.
Angeline pulled her shirt and bra up, throwing the unwanted garments to pile with her skirt. Lifting her legs over his shoulders, Davide almost dove between her thighs, stroking her folds with his tongue. Angie ran her fingers through his hair, her back arching as he ate her out. She let out a deep growl, curling her toes and squeezing her thighs around his head.
It began slowly, her hips angling up more and more as her body started to grow curvier, his ministrations plumping her up. As her hips bucked, Angie was steadily becoming aware of more mass bouncing around on her chest. Slowly opening her eyes, it took a second to focus on something besides the ceiling, but she eventually tilted her head down and was greeted by the two huge tits slapping against her torso.
“D-Davide,” she gasped. “W-wha-?” Angeline reluctantly pulled his head up and his eyes widened as they locked onto her boobs.
“Holy- what happened?!” Davide gently placed a hand on one of her breasts, marveling at how it was too big to fit entirely.
“I- I don’t know.”
Her husband squeezed the breast in his hands and she writhed underneath him, moaning aloud. “Oh, fuck, that feels great,” she whispered breathily. Davide brought his second hand to her other tit, groping both of them at once.
“Oh god, I need you, hun… it feels so gooooood…”
Davide kissed her stomach a few times before sliding off the bed to pull his clothes off. “You’re so fucking hot, Ange.” Neither noticed the slight bulge in her chest just then.
Undressing, his clothes joined hers in a heap on the carpeted floor. Kissing her body more, Davide trailed up from her navel to her chest, her neck, eventually pulling his face up to hers. In a surprising jolt of dominance, Angeline flipped them over, straddling his hips with her own. Slipping her hand around his hard dick, the black woman positioned herself over it, smiling down at him.
Angie pushed herself down, sliding him in gently as Davide grabbed onto her hips and fondled her newly fattened ass. She mewled from the sensation, her entire body seemed to be charged with energy and incredibly receptive to his touch. As she began to slowly bounce on him, a quiet stream of words tumbled out of him, just beyond her ability to hear.
“S-so hot… beautiful… my goddess…” he seemed to be repeating, eyes clenched shut. Even without seeing her, Davide knew his wife was growing again. “Bigger, bigger,” he pleaded, moving his hands to her chest and playing with her head-sized tits.
She squirmed as her supplicant worshipped her growing body, her worries now totally removed from how this happened; they were currently only focused on keeping it going. Angeline worked him up, reveling in the feeling of growing larger atop him, her booty taking more effort to lift off his thighs and her tits getting closer and closer to his chest. There wasn’t anything she wanted more now than to keep growing and smother him, to embody the figure he worshipped.
As he continued to squeeze her swelling tits, it dawned on Davide that there was increasing lubrication between his hands and her chest. Cracking his eyelids open and holding a hand in front of his face, it was apparent there was a pale liquid covering his skin. Looking up at the divine woman riding him, the source of the liquid was easily confirmed- Angeline was lactating, the white milk contrasting with her dark skin. Placing his hand back on her breast, Davide began to milk her with both hands.
She moaned the loudest he’d ever heard her, and Angeline leaned forward, resting her huge tits on him, her milk leaking out over his chest and into the bedsheets. He’d swear they were like basketballs at this point, and a quick jaunt down to her ass confirmed she was of equal size on the back end too.
Overcome with the sensation of growth, Angie unconsciously ceased her up and down motion, and Davide took the opportunity to turn them over and lay her on her back, pulling her thickening legs over his knees as he began to pump into her. She grasped the damp bedsheets, her lower half now plumping up all over- her thighs, hips, even her tummy were gaining admirable softness. Her curves jiggled as he made the bed rock, one hand holding onto a hip, and the other still milking her creamy bounty.
Angie’s mewls of pleasure were reaching a crescendo as her hips pushed up further and further, held aloft by her squishy booty. Even without the work of his hands, Angeline’s tits were gushing milk, and Davide finally bent down to suckle her. She cried out as she felt him latch on.
“Oh- oh goodness- yes… drink me… drink your… goddess!”
A few more strokes, and the lovers came together, his ejaculate flowing into her as she shook through an alarmingly powerful climax.
Slowly coming to, the married couple stirred, and Angeline finally took stock of her enormously expanded body. “Oh my god,” she mumbled, running her hands over her curves, the gigantic, milk-filled tits, the huge ass, almost as big as her boobs, and the plump thighs and stomach.
“Oh my… goddess,” she finished, grinning. Grabbing his chin and angling his eyes towards her, Angie kissed him on the lips. “I think I might get used to this… as long as you keep worshipping me.”
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