Chris needs to make up a lab ASAP (OG ending)

She jumped up and turned on the shower, desperately rinsing the milk off as fast as possible. Lucy was able to ignore the fact that she was wearing her clothes in the shower since they were already soaked through by all the milk that gushed out of her.

Lucy’s prayers came true when further reading of the email revealed that Chris failed his most recent lab and needed to remake it as soon as he was done with the game. Checking the time, Lucy deduced that she had about 30 minutes before he would be there.

Looking at the mess she made in the shower, Lucy let loose another ditsy giggle. She could feel a gentle slosh in her hefty breasts and knew that she wasn't fully empty but she didn't mind. The giggling, ditsy persona was arousing to her and she thought it might appeal to Chris, reminding him of the cheerleaders he was always surrounded by.

Peeking out of the bathroom, she looked up and down the hall. The milk-soaked girl made a jiggling beeline for her dorm and practically broke the door down as she rushed in. She got dressed in a similar top to what she was wearing earlier but just a shade of purple darker. This time, Lucy made sure to pick a material that could stretch more to avoid any discomfort.

With a nod of approval and a heft of her massive breasts, Lucy made the journey to the lab building. For the first time, she could feel the strain of her massive breasts on her back but thankfully the app prevented it from hurting. It was more of a gentle tug on her shoulders as her tits bounced unconstrained by a bra with each step.

By the time she reached the lab building, Lucy could feel the familiar sloshing of milk in her boobs. Does not milking them all the way mean they fill up faster? She thought. Giggling to herself she said “That’s kind of hot… I wonder how big they get if I don’t milk them… and how ditsy can a goth bimbo get?”

The hallways are dark and empty besides the light shining from a single door that is ajar. Lucy poked her head in and saw Chris setting up his lab, looking cute in his lab coat that covered his broad shoulders.

“Hey Chris!” she says with enthusiasm, her voice is soft and quiet but it echoes around the empty room. “How’d the game go?”

Chris spun around and saw her, a smile on his face as he tried his best to not look at the large tract of cleavage on display, a task he failed miserably at. “Hey Lucy, thanks for coming on such short notice! It was a close game but we won.”

“Anything for you,” she said, surprising herself with how direct the phrase sounded, “What lab do you need to make up?”

“Uh let me see…” He said, trailing off as Lucy leaned on the lab table across from him, her tits barely reaching the surface and she let the cold wood support her heavy breasts.

“It’s a t- tit- tit-ration lab?” he said, accidentally separating the word into two.

Lucy giggled her ditsy laugh and looked at him, “it's called titration… something on your mind Chris?” she asked with a wink.

His face went a bright red as his eyes glanced down at her breasts squeezing on the surface of the table, creating a pooling mass of pale skin spread out in front of her. Before he could respond she said, “Well lucky for you this is a pretty easy class and I remember this lab.”

While she bustled around getting a few instruments to do the lab, Lucy could feel her boobs growing heavy on her chest and swinging more.

“Uhhhh shouldn’t you be wearing a lab coat for this?” Chris asked.

“Oh… yeah! Thank you !” She said, Is the ditsyness coming back so strong already?

She rummaged through her book bag and fished out her lab coat, disappointed she had to cover up her boobs that she so desperately wanted Chris to see. Lucy put the coat on her shoulders but immediately ran into a problem, she couldn’t button it. It was clear the app's magic was cheering her on and trying to help her out.

This would usually be a concern for her, knowing proper lab safety procedure and being one to take it very seriously, but with her breasts filling with milk rather rapidly, she found that she did not care as much as she should. Lucy would rather show her body off as the trophy that it was, rather than worry about some accident she had never seen occur before.

Who would want to cover up sexy boobies like these, she giggled to herself as she pressed them together in a vain attempt to **** the jacket closed, resorting to leaving one overly strained button to do the job.

The pair began working on the lab assignment. Lucy took her time to convey all the information to Chris while staying as close as possible to him, pressing her body against him in the narrow walkways between tables and equipment. As time dragged on, Lucy became conscious of the swirling milk in her jugs and a slightly greater difficulty in teaching Chris. Before long her breasts had begun to grow larger once more, slowly making up for the increased volume of milk. Thankfully, her breasts did not take on the odd shape they had earlier, instead just growing heavier and slightly perkier as if to make up for the weight and prevent sagging.

Things began to fall apart- literally- when Lucy was bent over, trying to get a better look at the test tube they were currently filling. The issue arose when she stood up and stretched her back, loosening the muscles that had grown tight from slouching. The overworked button that was assigned the herculean task of holding her lab coat closed against her ever growing breasts finally gave up.

With a sudden pop, the button burst and shot across the room, plinking against the wall.

“OOPS,” Lucy said as she did her best to stop her boobs from bouncing but it was too late, they rushed outward and bumped against the table, causing the glassware to rattle. She attempted to stop the glass from breaking, reaching out but yet again, but the short goth still wasn’t used to how gargantuan her curves were and her boobs knocked over several of the unmarked test tubes, causing them to spill all over her tank top and even in her cleavage.

As the cold liquid dribbled between her breasts and soaked her shirt, she giggled and said. “Oopsie… sometimes the girls get in the way.”

“Uhhhh not to overreact, but what spilled on you,” Chris asked.

“I'm like, not sure,” she giggled, oh boy, I’m starting to sound like a bimbo again.

“Yeah that’s kind of bad, isn’t it… shouldn't you rinse it off?”

Lucy’s eyes widened as she came to her senses, a tingling feeling spreading across her breast where the liquid made contact. Realizing that whatever chemical she spilled could potentially give her a chemical burn was enough to snap her out of her ditsy state.

“Oh shit!” she shouted, rushing across the lab to find the emergency shower they had been trained to use in just this situation. She found it next to the eye wash station and yanked the handle. The cold water rushed over her and gave her quite a shock, sucking the air out of her lungs as chills spread across her body and her large nipples became as hard as diamonds.

Just as she was trained during her first day of labs, she began stripping down without a second thought. Lucy tugged her shirt up and over her breasts, letting them bounce heavily against her stomach. Her bare tits hung down her torso and rested over her belly button, almost reaching her waist as the heavy milk caused them to weigh down further.

Once she began to calm down, she finally began to notice that Chris was staring at her with his mouth hanging open, watching her rub her soft, pale skin to remove all the chemicals. Lucy’s heart fluttered in her chest as she realized she was putting on a show for him and that he was eating up every second of it.

Lucy had spent so much time over the past few days curating her body in a way that she hoped he liked and evidently it had paid off. His eyes followed every motion of her tear-drop-shaped tits.

With a voice filled with more confidence than she had ever heard Lucy asked, “Well are you just going to like, stand there silly?”

The captain of the football team, someone who was not a stranger to attractive women making moves on him, for the first time was at a loss for words. Lucy stepped out of the shower, water running down the slopes of her breasts, beading on her nipples before dripping off as she approached him. Each step caused her breasts to bounce and shake off the water that pattered around her.

Chris wordlessly reached out and embraced her, one hand on the small of her back and the other one caressing Lucy’s watermelon-sized boob as he pulled her in for a kiss. Being over a foot and a half shorter than Chris meant that Lucy could feel his already rock hard cock press against her tits, the stiff rod pressing against the busty goth's low hanging melons.

He broke the kiss after a few seconds and she smiled up at him, shimmying her large breasts against him and urging his cock to grow harder. “You are the most attractive woman I've ever met.” He said.

Lucy felt butterflies in her stomach as he said it. “You’re just saying that because my tits are out,” She replied.

“No really,” He urged, “I’ve had a crush on you ever since I first saw you on campus, that's why I requested to have you as a tutor.”

“Oh shut up,” She said.

Lucy began kissing him once again in earnest, **** to have the man of her dreams and to taste his lips. Chris’ hand drifted down from her breast to her waist and he lifted her with ease. He set her down on the counter next to her book bag and once again began playing with her massive breasts, sending waves of pleasure through Lucy’s body as the milk swirled inside.

She broke the kiss once more, “I have something to show you,” she said. Lucy wanted to come clean about the app and to show him what she had done to get his attention, how she made her tits and ass grow to a massive size and how she became a goth girl. Hopefully, he doesn’t overreact and if he doesn’t, maybe we can change me some more, she thought wishfully.

Unlocking her phone, she scrolled to where the app was but couldn’t find it. “Huh, it was like… right here.” She said, dumbfounded. Little did she know that the app had done what it intended and had removed itself from her phone. The magic behind Mod Life Mobile had a goal and it was simple: improve Lucy’s life, find her a partner, and boost her confidence.

“What did you want to show me?” He asked impatiently, his hands caressing her ass through her shorts as his stiff cock throbbed in anticipation.

“I- I like… I don’t remember,” She said and it was true, the app had just erased all memory of itself from her mind, “but I know what I want.”

“And what's that?” Chris asked as the goth beauty in his arms looked at him with a hunger in her eyes.

“I like, want what's between your legs silly,” She said as she caressed the stiff bulge in his pants, “Gimme that and stuff me with it!”

Chris didn’t utter a word as he pulled out his manhood. Lucy gasped as she finally saw what she had been waiting for.

Her hand gingerly reached out and wrapped around his cock, which was so thick she could not touch her fingers together. She felt it twitch in her small hand as she stroked it gently, teasing the soft pink tip that was almost as large as her fist.

In this new reality that Mod Life Mobile had written, Lucy was still a virgin but was also extremely horny, if it weren’t for her obsessive crush on Chris, she would likely have slept with the entire campus by now. No doubt a side effect of her overencumbered breasts which were eager to burst and driving her insane with arousal.

Lucy kissed him again, savoring it as she stroked his dick. She guided Chris’ hand back to her breast and he began kneading them like dough, the soft skin as pliable in his hand which garnered a moan of satisfaction from her.

After a few minutes of tension building between the two, Lucy began to shimmy her pants down her legs. Chris noticed and without breaking the kiss, helped her pull her pants off. Her bare pussy was cleanly shaven in anticipation for this, clearly a result of the apps magic changing reality, knowing that all its effort built to this moment.

She gasped slightly as the head of his cock brushed her moist lips. “I- I should tell you.. I’m a virgin, Chris.” She said between gasps of pleasure, the soft cockhead smooshing against her.

“I’ll be gentle then,” He whispered in her ear as he began to push forward. Lucy wrapped her legs around his waist, a tall order for someone as small as her while she said, “Now I didn’t say that, did I?”

Chris stopped for a second as he comprehended what she meant and then thrust forward unceremoniously, forcing Lucy to inhale sharply. The busty goth was well used to large objects in her tight pussy, preferring bad dragon toys to normal dildos. Her personal favorite was a horse cock that was over a foot long and as thick around as her forearm, but Chris’ manhood was infinitely better.

Her wet pussy eagerly accepted him, the muscles inside gripped his shaft, as if it was trying to stroke his dick as he thrust, **** to please him. The warmth of him inside her was far better than any lifeless silicone toy she had in her collection, an impressive addition provided by the wonderful magic of Mod Life Mobile.

With each thrust, her stomach visibly bulged as he penetrated deep inside her, or at least it would be if her huge tits didn’t completely obstruct both of their views. Instead, the hot duo were entranced by the earthquake of tit flesh bouncing between them. Ripples jiggled through the globes of fat as they bounced from her chest to the ends of her breasts which were smashed against his torso.

Lucy’s previous life grew foggy with each thrust and she began to forget it as the new one rewrote reality.

Memories of her breasts coming faster than anyone else and growing exponentially larger than her peers.

She remembered her 18th birthday when she peaked at the grand height of 4’10” with boobs so large that she entirely gave up on driving.

Lucy remembered the first time her milk came in, a medical anomaly that led many to believe she was pregnant despite being a virgin. The act of milking herself had become a sexual act in its own right and was one that she kept mostly to herself. Whatever hormonal imbalance that led to her growth messed with more than just her breasts as she would often become giddy and increasingly horny. Her doctors were convinced the hormone was stored in her breasts, or more specifically the milk, and highly recommended she be milked or risk suffering from reduced mental capacity.

Lucy never admitted to her doctors that the hormones would make her hornier as they built up and she would intentionally go without milking herself, as becoming some ditsy, horny, and needy slut excited her.

More memories formed about rumors that she was a slut despite being too self-conscious to have sex, something she put off since an orgasm would lead to her nipples leaking copious amounts of milk.

Despite not having sex, Lucy still had needs and enjoyed using toys. Her collection started modestly but began to grow as she realized she could take almost anything inside of her with minimal discomfort. If anything, she came faster and harder the more she was stretched. This revelation led her to the Bad Dragon website where she made a habit of purchasing tentacles, horse cocks, and any other number of unorthodox dildos.

Masturbating was contained simply to her bathroom, a necessity since she risked spraying milk around her bedroom. She grew accustomed to suction-cupping her dildos to the edge of the bathtub and riding it to completion. Things became exponentially harder when she went to college since she didn’t have a private bathroom, resorting to taking “showers” in the middle of the night when no one else used the bathroom.

She remembered a brief phase of her life when she sold faceless nudes online to afford the more expensive dildos in her collection. Chief amongst them was the self-thrusting model that could simulate ejaculation with fake cum, this specific toy leading to an intense fascination and fetish of creampies.

Lucy’s eyes fluttered open as she felt Chris lift her in his arms and spin her over, her massive milk-filled breasts squashed beneath her as he bent her over the table. She cooed as he once again inserted himself and she felt his rod go deeper into her, savoring the feeling of his balls slapping her clit between her legs as he pounded her from behind.

Chris slapped one of her plump ass cheeks with a strong hand, causing Lucy to yelp with pleasure. “Is like, all you’ve got? I thought you were a big… strong man…” She said, coaxing him.

She once again drifted into the memories of her new life as he slapped her ass and pounded it, remembering when she became fixated with the goth aesthetic. While Lucy wasn’t scared to go outside, she had always avoided going to the beach or being in public too much and if she had to, she would wear concealing clothes. This led her skin to have a naturally pale appearance.

She eventually began to appreciate her skin tone and preferred a lack of tan, especially as it contrasted with her dark clothes. In fact, she hadn’t started wearing revealing clothes until she first noticed Chris and wanted his attention, leaning into her feminine charm for the first time in her life.

Chris was lost in the moment as he watched the hottest girl on campus moaning and gripping the table as he pounded her. He knew her tits were massive, everyone on campus did as it was the focus of many conversations amongst his teammates, but he had personally never noticed just how fat her ass was. It seemed to be in competition with her massive jugs, both vying for the attention of any onlookers.

Lucy could feel his eyes on her body, eating her up as he plowed her. She began to think about when she first came to school, recalling more memories.

College was a time of experimentation and freedom for Lucy and she soon began to love the attention she garnered from showing off some cleavage, her trim midriff or wide hips. Well aware of the looks she received.

A nickname was created by those jealous of the busty goth, who called her Buttermilk. Riffing off the fact she was pale as milk, and the unconfirmed rumor that she was lactating, which was conjured by the suspicious dark spots on the front of her shirts.

By now, Chris’s breathing was beginning to sound irregular. Lucy may be inexperienced but judging by the way his strong hands gripped and squeezed her rear, she could tell he was getting close. An opportunity the deliriously horny slut could not pass up.

“You better not pull out,” She mewed, trying not to sound too **** between her moans. “I sooooo want to feel your cum inside my pretty pussy.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, not a hint of worry in his voice, if anything she could detect bewilderment.

“I’m on the pill,” Lucy said as she bit her lip.

A new memory came back as she remembered the doctors prescribing a strong birth control to help the rampant growth of her breasts. It helped to some degree, preventing the need to buy a new bra every month. Not that she could remember her bra size as she had stopped wearing bras during her first semester of college, and it was unlikely that her gigantic tits fell on any conventional scale.

Lucy was shaken from her reminiscing as Chris gripped her soft, juicy ass tighter. His moans reached a crescendo as his cock twitched and the first pump of his cum shot into her pussy and painted her cervix.

“Oh god, your pussy feels so good.” He said as he continued pumping.

Lucy lost the mental capacity to speak as the sensation of his dick pulsing pushed her over the edge, her pussy clamping tight on his dick to coax out every drop of his precious jizz. As her orgasm continued to ramp up in intensity, she felt the familiar pleasure of her breasts tightening, and her nipples swelling ever so slightly as they prepared to empty themselves.

Doing her best to direct them toward the sink built into each lab station, she let out a cry of pleasure that echoed around the lab room as her swollen tits gushed milk at an intense pressure.

“Oh god it feels so good,” Lucy moaned as she tweaked her nipples, tugging on them gently as milk flowed freely from her strawberry-sized teats. She was so lost in her own pleasure that she didn’t even notice Chris pulling out of her, nor the feeling of his warm cum dribbling down her inner thigh as her gaping pussy drooled.

After almost a minute of lactating into the lab table sink, Lucy finally became aware of her surroundings and saw Chris with his mouth hanging open.

“That was…” He said, trailing off as he looked at the milk-covered table Lucy had just lost her virginity on.

“I’m sorry, I should have warned you,” Lucy said, worried she had ruined the moment and lost her chance forever.

“No,” Chris said, a smirk on his handsome face, “It was hot as fuck.”

Whether he would have appreciated it before or it was Mod Life Mobiles doing, Chris could not deny that he was both amazed and turned on by the sight of her boobs leaking gallons of milk.

Lucy grinned as she realized how lucky she was. She jumped up and hugged him around his neck, her empty tits pressed against his bare chest.

She pecked him on the cheek and let go of the embrace, “oops,” Lucy said when she saw that she had not released all the milk yet and had accidentally coated his chest in the creamy substance.

“Not a problem,” He said as he went to pick her up. Lucy boosted herself up and let Chris carry her to the emergency shower where he rinsed them both off, the cool water raining down around them as they continued to kiss and whisper their affection to one another.