The Breast Expansion Experiment - Epilogue

Epilogue

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A story taking place a few weeks after Nela Goldstove succeeded in expanding her breasts...

Contains: M/F, gnome, shortstack, huge breasts, huge cock, huge balls, titfuck, excessive cum.

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Epilogue


‘Come on, Henry! I just need you to fill one more bottle!’ Nela Goldstove told her business partner, voice partially drowned out by the meaty sounds of the Gnome working her huge, heavy breasts up and down. ‘This is supposed to be the fun part of the job!’


Standing before the Gnome, hunched over slightly, was Henry, her human business partner. Long, curly brown hair covered his eyes, but the rest of his face was beet red and shining with sweat. Stuffed between Nela’s huge, olive-skinned melons was his monstercock, both shone with some sort of lubricant as the Gnome continued to slide the heavy globes up and down.


‘Even…even I have my limits, Nela.’ Henry complained as he glanced around the room.


Crates with several bottles with a thick, pink liquid were stacked against the wall labeled “Goldstove’s Miracle Cream”. Obviously, they weren’t actual miracle cream. When Nela started wandering around with breasts the size of a pair of honeydew melons after being flat-chested about a week ago, people started to notice. When pressed, Nela had panicked and claimed she had invented a miracle cream to expand her breasts. After that, it didn’t take long before other women wanted to purchase this “cream” and instead of admitting what had actually happened, Nela doubled down and asked some exuberant amount of gold for the “miracle cream” as the “ingredients” were far too expensive.


Unfortunately for her, some of the women that had shown an interest belonged to families of rich merchants or influential nobles who had been more than willing to put down the coin they needed for this “miracle cream”. Considering how often they had been together, it wasn’t odd for Henry to spend time at Nela’s store so the Gnome gladly called upon the young man’s help again. For the past few weeks, Henry would show up once all his work at the family farm was finished to be treated to the Gnome’s handjobs and titfucks.


Thankfully, the young man was still cumming explosive amounts so gathering enough of his thick jizz wasn’t very hard. After that, she simply added a dye and some scented oils to mask the smell and colour of Henry’s cum. Then, she’d hand it to the women who wanted some with the warning that they should only apply the cream to their chest once a week. Any more, and they might build up an immunity to it.


‘Don’t…pretend…like the idea…of your sperm…on some noblewoman’s chest…isn’t turning…you on!’ Nela grunted as she continued to work her heavy chest up and down.


Thanks to those words, Nela managed to squeeze a few ropes of precum from Henry’s shaft. While flashing a satisfied, impish grin up at her partner, the Gnome relaxed her grip on her huge, heavy jugs. Allowing the precum that had accumulated in her cavernous cleavage to slide down. The clear liquid landed, mostly, in a bottle that had been placed below her. This way of collecting “miracle cream” was far from perfect, but it definitely was enjoyable.


‘Come on!’ Nela growled. ‘Don’t hold back on me now!’


‘S-sorry!’ Henry stammered. ‘It’s…it’s just been such a large order! Between working on the farm and this, I’m exhausted!’ The young man complained as he glanced at all the bottles he had filled this last week.


‘Countess Bulsad ordered enough for herself, her daughters and her servants,’ Nela explained, pausing her titfuck. ‘Apparently it is to show “The health and fertility of the Bulsad family!” or some such nonsense. Nobles are weird.’ The Gnome added, exasperated. ‘But they pay well! So fill this bottle for me! After that, we can take a vacation or something.’ With that said, the small Gnome continued to ruthlessly move her chest up and down along the farmer’s hot, throbbing shaft.


‘Va…vacation?’ Henry stammered.


‘Yeah!’ Nela groaned, excitedly as stood on her toes and dropped back down. Using her whole body to try and drain Henry’s balls with her tits. ‘The owner of the Silversand Resort promised me a cottage for two weeks if I gave her some of my miracle cream.’ The Gnome grunted. ‘Figure it was about time I called in that favour.’


‘When will you be leaving?’ Henry asked, curious and slightly disappointed that the Gnome would be gone for two weeks.


‘In about three days,’ Nela replied. ‘And you’re coming with!’ She added, noticing his disappointment.


‘But…what about the farm?’ Henry asked.


‘Screw it,’ Nela groaned as she hefted her jugs back up. ‘With the gold we’ll make of this job, your dad can hire someone else to do your job for two weeks.’


Noticing that Henry still looked conflicted, Nela sped up her titfuck and whispered in a low, husky tone of voice.


‘I used some of the profits to buy myself a new swimsuit. Custom-made, considering my height and the size of my girls…’ Nela shared with the young farmer. ‘It’s...really skimpy. Don’t you want to see me in it? Breasts all slick with tanning oil as I wrap it around your monstercock, outside on the beach instead of hidden away in my store?’ She purred, squeezing her slick tits tightly around Henry’s monstercock for emphasis.


The throbbing between her breasts grew more powerful as Henry clearly seemed to like the idea. He heaved an exhausted sigh, but began to move his hips and attempted to match the Gnome’s movements. A few more spurts of precum came from his cumslit, most splattered against Nela’s dainty chin but she felt like she managed to get a few drops in the bottle below her. Still, she needed more.


‘Oh, and that’s not all,’ Nela said excitedly to keep Henry moving. ‘I think I finally created a lubricant powerful enough to help me with your prodigious size.’


‘What…what are you talking about.’ Henry stammered.


‘What I’m talking about is the fact that I can finally do more than give this big boy titfucks.’ Nela replied, lowering her head as Henry’s cock peeked out of her cleavage to give it a little kiss.


Judging from his expression, Henry knew exactly what she meant. Nela opened her mouth to tease him a little more, but it turned out to not be necessary as a deep, dark grunt that contrasted sharply with his appearance suddenly exploded from Henry’s throat. Following immediately were ropes of jizz as thick as Nela’s fingers. Still viscous and completely white, despite the vast amounts he had already pumped out today and the days before that. The Gnome couldn’t help but swallow a mouthful, considering how her mouth had been open, her throat bulging as it went down. But going by the amount that was piled up on her impressive rack and swimming in her cleavage there would easily be enough to fill the rest of the bottle.


As Nela released her hold on her chest, Henry’s softening shaft escaped her cleavage and slapped wetly against one of his thighs. A moment later, he collapsed on the floor. Although the noise of him doing so was drowned out by the sound of jizz splattering into the bottle and the floor beneath it. Before Nela knew it, the bottle was full and she still had plenty of the young farmer’s cum clinging to her tits. With a grin, she brought the bottle to her desk and wiped it down before adding the dye as well as the oil to mask the smell. After swirling it around a bit it took on its signature pink colour and she slapped a label on it.


‘You enjoy your rest, Henry. I’ll make sure this gets to the Countess’s estate.’


With that, the Gnome made herself look presentable and loaded the first crate of her “miracle cream” in the wagon she had out back…


* * * * 


Three days later…


‘So, what do you think? Was it worth it, or was it worth it?’ Nela asked, standing on the porch of their cottage in the Silversand Resort, theirs far removed from any others.


‘Yes…’ Henry answered, eyes on the tiny white, nearly see-through cloth that tried, and failed, to cover Nela’s thick nipples. The gold chains that kept the cloth in place digging into the Gnome’s abundant, olive-skinned titflesh as her melons exploded outward from her torso.


‘Enjoying the view?’ Nela asked as she adjusted her glasses and pushed her chest outwards even further, her own eyes drawn to Henry’s swimming trunks that now bulged outwards obscenely.


‘Very…’ Henry grunted as he grabbed the Gnome’s wrists and dragged her back into the cottage.


‘Henry! What are you doing! I only just put these on!’ Nela exclaimed, nodding towards her skimpy bikini.


‘We’re going to try that new lubricant you said you made,’ Henry replied as he tossed the small woman on a nearby couch. ‘Suddenly, I’m not feeling tired anymore…’ He added, as he started to pull his trunks down…


THE END