queenscaptions:

“Listen hun. I know you said it time and time again–‘I’m a chest man, I’m a breast boy, I’m a boob lover…and the massages and constant attention were great for a few months!!”
He tilted his head on the other side of her screen. This sounded somewhat like a complaint–he wasn’t expecting that. “So you *don’t* want boob snuggles anymore..?”
She sighed and giggled slightly. Her massive mammaries wobbled in kind, straining against the bra he’d dutifully picked out for her a few weeks earlier. Now it was damp and warm with her daily leakage of milk, and barely clinging on to dear life against the onslaught of her blossoming bosom.
“Well, actually, I was thinking… Can you move in with me? I want to see just how far we can take it..
I want to see how big I can get.”