A sexy sissy mommy bursting with milk!

You feel your dainty doll milking out a massive load from your throbbing manhood and your first instinct is to feed her more. You have never met a creature so captivating. So small, yet so filled with love it's a wonder she doesn't burst. So full...and yet so empty and needy at the same time. You know with 100% certainty that you want to be the one to fill her up and to wrap your warm body around hers so she'll never feel cold again.

The virus builds a new body based on this image. Your cock is the first thing to change, and you can tell Annabelle approves of the exponential increase to your length and circumference based on the way her eyes roll into the back of her head, her tongue lolls lustily, and she drools uncontrollably. The next changes make you want to drool. Your chest burns and tingles as your skin softens and stretches to accommodate the swelling into two massive milky mommy mountains. They feel so full and tight and you begin to wonder if that might suggest a mutation of some kind, but you lose your train of thought when the rest of your body begins to shift.

You grow at least a half foot, now towering over the half pint hotty still squirming on your shaft. Your body fills out, growing fuller and fleshier without growing fat. Your creamy curves are obscene and in the same instance, natural and nurturing. Your face has a serene strength that sits well on your new angelic allure. You don't look older exactly, just more mature. You don't appear aged, just self assured. Your body seems built for looking after a smol sissy sexpot like Annabelle, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"Oh my God! Are you my mommy? Wait...sorry, I'm still a little dickdumb...mmm but I don't wanna pull off of this big fat mommy meat. Oh...sorry...I'm not 'sposed to call you mommy, am I?" Annabelle looks so adorable all flushed and foggy. You have heard that bimbois can lose cognitive capacity when they have an orgasm overdose, and you are pretty sure you are witnessing it's effects on Annabelle. You can tell she wants to be a sweet, polite little girl right now, but her bimbug infected body betrays her and brings out her basest instincts. She paws at your new breasts, squeezing them hard and pulling a thick jutting nipple into her moaning mouth.

It feels like having a dozen cocks all being sucked at once...no, better than that. It feels like your nipples are hard throbbing clits and she is making love to them with her warm, wet lips and talented tongue...no, even better than that. It feels like some profoundly pleasurable pressure building in your breasts and concentrated into diamond hard purity in your nursing nipples. And then it starts feeling even better..."MoMMPHy? You're SUCK SHLLP MMM makin' SHLPP SUCK MMPH milk!"

You heard about this phenomena too, bimbois so backed up from not getting regular feedings of cum from other sissies, studs, or bois that their body starts making a concentrated dose in their bursting breasts. Your overwhelming desire to nourish your needy, nubile naif must have caused a rare mutation that causes you to produce this 'mommy milk' whether you are getting 'fed' enough yourself or not. You are far from an expert in sissy mommy studies, so you don't know how much milk you can produce in a day, but you know you're not going to let this lovely leech unlatch her lips from your swollen spurting nipple until she's drained your overfull udders to a manageable level.

You start rolling your hips so that your thick cock reminds Annabelle's cunt to resume suckling your shaft as well. Your body feels like it is overripe and juicy and ready to split open and spill your sticky sweet nectar. You hold your darling baby doll tight, running your fingers through her hair and whispering, "That's my MNGH good girl. You can call me MOAN mommy if you AAH want, baby. As long as you OOOH feed on mommy's fat UNH titties and drink up AAH all of my cream."

Your wanting whispers push Annabelle over the edge. You hear her muffled moans of "MoMMMPHy!" from around your fatty flesh as she sucks hard and hungry, groping your breast with both hands to squeeeeze another sticky rope of sweet cream onto her tongue and down her throat. You feel your right breast grow less hard as it's drained of it's overwhelming orgasmic overflow. You plop it around Annabelle's shoulder and pull her lips around your still swollen left leaker. She greedily gulps and starts draining your delicious drips. You feel a surge of anty energy and you stand up with your thick mommy dick still balls deep in Annabelle's bubble butt. You walk her around the room, bouncing her up and down effortlessly why she hangs on to your seed shooting breast with both hands and an air tight seal and wraps her legs around your waist.

"That's my MOAN good baby NNGG girl. Get all OOOOH of Mommy's milk NNNNH out. Even if it takes AAAAH all night." You coo to your gurgling bundle of joy as she pulls out pulses of pure pleasure gushing giddily from your achingly hard nipple and cock. You are flooding her so full of fuckmilk that it dribbles down her cheek and drools from her ass. You can't believe you were full of so much cum, so many concentrated climaxes pooling in your sissy sack and massive milk bags. Still, seeing is believing. Annabelle has suckled so many mind melting orgasms from your breasts and balls that you can see her belly bulge. You unleash the largest load yet, a torrential rush of sublime splendor distilled into your sticky squirts.

"Mommeeeee. I URP feel so ULP full..." Annabelle is beaming, a vision of beauty with your creamy goodness dribbling down her chin. She sounds drunk and overfed, but you instinctively know how to help. Your body still warm with the afterglow of countless bimboigasms rushing through you all at once, you pull your doting doll's head on your shoulder and bracing her babysoft butt in one had, you pat her back with the other until she lets out a loud, lewd "BUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRP!" and leaves a little sticky spit up on your shoulder.

You carry Annabelle to bed and lay her down, smiling down at her as she looks up at you with heavy-lidded, loving eyes. You chase down a little dribble of your milk with your tongue, and enjoying the taste, clean the rest of her flushed face and lush lips. Annabelle purrs and crawls back into your lap, resting her head between your mercifully milked, but still massive mommy pillows. She soon slips into slumber as you stroke her heavenly head. You look down at your dozing baby doe and wonder how long you can play mommy before things get too weird. You wonder how often you'll need to be milked and if you will even be able to attend class without finding a thirty thot before the lecture is over. You wonder if it will even matter as long as this perfectly petite pervy princess falls asleep in your arms every night.

You decide just before you drift away to dreamland that it's better that you don't know the answers yet. You are looking forward to the adventure and finding new questions more than you are in the answers. You wouldn't trade a dozen happy ending with no room for excitement and surprises. You don't even want to miss the pain, because you need that for growth...and you're growing for two now. No, as much as you longed for a happy ending, you'd much rather enjoy...