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New Brand
by NightmareFueled

    "What the hell is this?"  Tony stood there with the refrigerator door ajar.  There had to be eight containers of milk in there.  Gallons and half-gallons consumed every inch of available shelf space.

    "What is it, honey?" Tony's wife Jill walked up beside him, holding a glass of milk in her hand.

    "Babe, why do we have so much milk in the house?  There's no way we can drink all of this."

    "I'm sorry, Tony, I just..." She looked at the glass in her hand.  "I tried this new brand.  It's so good.  I can't... I can't get enough of it."  Jill tipped the glass against her lips, taking long, audible gulps.  "Try some, Tony."

    Jill raised her glass and held it up near his face.  He took it from her, and sipped the cool drink.  It actually was good.  The texture was smooth and creamy, and the flavor was slightly sweet, but with a bizarre aftertaste.  Bizarre yet appealing.  Tony raised the glass again, finishing off the drink.  Jill's face broke out into a wide smile.

    "See?!  It's so good..."

    Tony set the glass on the kitchen counter.  He noticed the trashcan next to the island was overflowing with empty cartons.

    "Amelia is out with her friends right now," Jill said, moving closer to Tony, pressing her body against his.

    Tony looked down at his wife.  Her deep blue eyes hungered for him in a way he hadn't seen for a while.  She placed her hand on his broad chest.

    Within moments, they were in the bedroom frantically tearing off their clothes.

    Jill pushed Tony back onto the bed.  She grabbed at the waistband of his grey boxer-briefs and pulled them off.  His sizable erection slapped against his body, throbbing as he watched Jill kick off her panties.

    He shuffled backward, making room on the bed as she crawled over him like a tiger.  The bulges of her breasts wobbled over the top of her bra.  They puffed out of the lacy black cups as if she'd put on a brassier that was way too small.  Her boobs were nearly cut in half by the tight lingerie.

    Tony's wife reached between her legs and grabbed his cock.  Her hands were warm.  She aimed it at her entrance and unceremoniously impaled herself on it.  Tony's member was engulfed by the familiar wet slather of Jill's cunt.  She rocked her hips in the way she knew he liked.  Tony groaned sympathetically, watching his wife's taut body undulate over him.

    Unlike other couples they knew, Tony and Jill put extra effort into maintaining their bodies and libidos.  And while their friends' marriages stagnated, they still enjoyed frequent and healthy sexual activity.

    All that said, Jill still seemed particularly randy today.  They usually worked themselves up, first.  But today, she was getting right to it, sopping wet from the start.  He enjoyed her vigor.

    Tony outstretched a hand, sliding his fingers under the band of her bra.  Jill took the signal.  She stared at him with her piercing blue eyes, filled with carnal lust, as she reached behind her back to unhook her bra.  The minute she arched her shoulders, the hooks in the back popped.  The material snapped forward like a broken rubber band, violently releasing her swollen mammaries.

    As Jill slipped off her shoulder straps, Tony examined her breasts in the dim light of their master bedroom.  They seemed larger to him.  Jill was no small woman to begin with, but the breasts that adorned her chest were the size of ripe grapefruits.  Light blue veins webbed delicately under the skin, and her nipples had lightened dramatically.  Previously brownish, her nipples were now capped with pink aureola.  Faded pink that was very nearly the color of her skin.  And the nipples at the center were fat, bulging things that no longer seemed to point in the same directions.

    Jill either didn't notice or didn't care.  She drug her fingers seductively over the soft curves of her bosom.  She shimmied her shoulders lightly, making the hefty jugs dance before she tilted her body forward, dangling the giant melons over his face.

    Tony shrugged off the doubts in his mind as he sucked her nipple into his mouth.  What greeted him was a sweet squirt of milk.  His eyes shot open, startled.  Jill hadn't lactated since she stopped breastfeeding their daughter over a decade ago.  She responded to the stimulus with a needful cry, grinding herself onto his cock more fervently.

    The added passion was the only invitation he needed to suck more of the sweet liquid from her boobs.  He grabbed her breast with his large hand and kneaded it as he suckled.  Each time, he felt her nipple expand in his mouth a little.  It pressed harder and harder against his tongue, forcing more liquid into his mouth.  The flesh of her breast covered more and more of his face as he fed and squeezed.

    He switched to the other one, taking the thick nub between his lips.  Jill continued to groan.  He grabbed the fat boob and squeezed.  He noted the sensation of a hard lump in her breast, just off to the side.  There was another at the tip of his finger, almost like a pimple or a wart.  It felt rubbery, just below the surface.

    Finally, the milk was too much.  White cream flowed from the corners of his mouth as he choked on the thick liquid.  Jill pulled away.  She drug her finger over the stream running down the side of his mouth and stuck it in her mouth, letting out a low "mmm" of satisfaction as she raised her torso.

    Tony finally got a look at how much her boobs had changed.  They were definitely bigger.  Much bigger.  They sat high up on her chest like gelatinous soccer balls, veins bulging and snaking across their surface like rivers on a globe.  Her nipples were now the size of her thumbs.  Milk dripped from their porous tips.

    All over the surface of her immense tits were strange growths.  Round bulges surrounded by lightly wrinkled skin.  There were five on her left breast and four on her right.  They glistened in the light, shiny and wet.

    "Oh, Tony..." Jill moaned.  Her voice was deep and throaty.  She stared at him.  Her pupils seemed dilated, almost engulfing  her eyes.  "I feel so..."

    He felt her spasming around his cock.  Warm liquid gushed out of her pussy and splashed his balls.  She threw back her head and arched her back as her body quaked with orgasm.

    Tony watched her thrust out breasts quiver and grow right before his eyes.  They sloshed to-and-fro, gaining mass steadily.  Her nipples elongated and fattened.  The strange constellation of nubs that covered her tits swelled out.  Almost like turtle heads emerging from their shells, the new teats spilled out of her breastflesh, dripping milk as copiously as her original nipples.

    Soon, all eleven teats stood erect like fingers atop her mutated udders.  The fat organs heaved as Jill's ribcage pressed out from within.  Tony heard popping as he watched his wife's entire upper body expand to make room for the swelling milk jugs.  This accentuated the impossible hourglass silhouette of his wife's changing figure.

    Her hands flew up to her massive breasts, fingers sinking into the spongy flesh.  She pulled them in, smashing them against her torso.  They rolled around in her palms like rubbery water balloons.  Streams of milk shot out from her many nipples, creating a shower head spray that rained over Tony and their bedsheets.

    Her pussy still clamped down and quivered over Tony's cock.  She peered down at him through her cleavage.  Sweat matted her dark hair to her face, neck, and shoulders.  The look she gave him, Tony swore he'd never seen that look on her face before.  It was... bestial.

    She lunged forward and a milky tit slapped Tony across the face.  He tried to protest, but the slippery thing covered his entire face.  He felt one of the teats pressing into his lips, forcing the sweet liquid into his mouth.  He tried bucking her, but she bucked back harder.  He punched her in the tits, but that only forced the milk to flow harder.  Jill seemed stronger, beefier.

    He struggled, gasping for air, but only getting milk.  Slowly, his world faded into blackness.

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    Tony awoke to the sensation of sunlight on his face.  He opened his eyes groggily and found himself naked and alone in his bed.  He ran his fingers through his sandy colored hair.  What the hell happened?  He felt strange and disconnected to whatever was going on.

    He felt dirty as he rolled off the bed.  The sheets were a disaster, and from what he could tell, the bed was moist all the way through to the mattress.

    He picked up his discarded grey underwear with his toes and he pulled them on.  He walked around until he found his white undershirt, putting that on as well.  Jill's clothes lay strewn about the floor.

    His stomach gurgled at him.

    He rubbed his eyes.  The bedroom door was ajar.  He stepped out into the hallway.

    The carpet was soggy.  It squished between his toes as he walked out through the living room and into the kitchen.

    The island in the kitchen was covered in partially eaten greens, and bowls and glasses stained with milk residue.  Jill was propped up on the edge of the counter by the palms of her hands, her immense mammaries swung from her torso.

    Tony squinted as he approached his mutated wife, his cloudy state of mind and his sour eyes made it difficult to comprehend what he thought he saw.  Jill stared back at him, half vacant, through enlarged eyes that now appeared mostly black.  They were the dull, unintelligent eyes of an animal.

    Her mouth hung open partially as she panted.  Her fat tongue occasionally lapped up the frothy white saliva that accumulated on her lips.  Her ears protruded out from behind her hair.  They now looked floppy and leathery, and on occasion, one of them would try to flick her black hair away.

    As Tony got even closer, he could see that Jill's shoulders had a thin patchy coat of fur covering them.  It reminded Tony of the scruffy feathers of a newborn bird.  It grew down her triceps, across her upper back, and down her spine in see-through clumps so thin it looked almost blonde.

    Jill grunted and shifted her body weight as one of her basketball-sized udders was being drained.  Tony walked around the island and saw that below Jill was their daughter Amelia.

    Amelia was on her knees.  She craned her neck upward and was taking one of Jill's eleven teats in her mouth.  The entire five-inch appendage disappeared down her mouth as she steadily suckled from it.  Her neck writhed and expanded with each big gulp.

    Amelia's eyes were open, staring up at the immense tit from which she drank.  Her eyes were the same, dull cow-eyes as her mother, and her floppy ears pinned back against her head.  She still wore the clothes she went out in the night before.  Her shirt was pulled up to her neck, as were the polka-dotted cups of her bra.

    Hanging from her chest were two bowling ball sized udders, already freckled with budding teats.  The firm globes shined with the wetness of milk.  Amelia's free hands absently scratched at her growths, periodically coaxing forth a reactionary spurt from one of the tiny nubs.

    Tony's head was in two places at once.  One part of him screamed out in horror as he stepped around puddles and empty milk cartons, seeing what had become of his wife and daughter.  The other part of him felt himself growing hard at the sight of two fertile heifers.

    He slowly shuffled around behind Jill, running his hand across the firm, round contours of her ass.  She reciprocated his interest, rolling her hips forward and presented him with the puffy pink swell of her cunt.

    Tony pulled down his underpants, and lined his throbbing member up with the beast-woman's snatch.  He plunged into her.  She threw her head back and let out a low, animalistic bellow.

    As he rode her, he flicked his ears, and licked at his lips with his fat tongue.  Each thrust caused a strange bouncing sensation in his pecs that he'd never really noticed before.  Tony looked down at his shirt and noticed that his nipples seemed particularly pronounced, as was the flesh behind them.

    He reached up to feel what was unmistakably a breast.  At least as big as Amelia's had been.  Dark spots formed in his shirt, spreading out from the center as milk began to leak from the nipples.

    One part of Tony screamed.  But as he gazed down at his developing chest with dull brown eyes, the other part of him licked his lips in anticipation.