Baggy No More! Vol. 3: Baggy No More!, #3

By Gal X. Pander

22 y.o. Vivian has indulged in her sociology professor, and her orbs have reached the size of beachballs, both in the back and in the front. She is not done growing yet. Furthermore, a strange tension has appeared in her stomach, and she is starting to feel tight, not just huge, in the chest area…

 

Each story by this author shows a 21+ y.o. female college student go from tall and androgynous to petite and voluptuous, while winning the heart or falling in love with her middle-aged tall, svelte professor, and giving him a family at the end.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gal X. Pander
• Release date: Feb 5, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224702763

Gal X. Pander

An erotica writer focusing on female breast, butt expansion, pregnancy and lactation. Each story of mine shows a 21+ y.o. college-aged woman go from tall and slim to petite and voluptuous, while winning the heart or falling in love with her middle-aged tall, svelte professor, and giving him a family at the end. My erotica contains female breast expansion, hourglass expansions, lactation and pregnancy (usually quadruplets, and usually sped up). The female protagonist's assets reach the size of exercise balls, but do not render her immobile (at least not permanently).

Book preview

Chapter 1

He was not there when she woke up. And she was thankful for that. The first thing she had to do after getting up was to sprint for the ensuite bathroom and throw up the contents of her stomach. The cum she had swallowed the day before must’ve not agreed with her, she concluded. Oh, well, practice makes perfect, she cheered herself up. Unfortunately, it does not make any smaller. Not in her case, at least.

Her beachball boobs flopping around was painful enough when she was thinking only about not throwing up on these pristine, beige floors. Now that she could process all of the other stimuli coming from her body, she felt the awkwardness and horror of her situation.

She had just popped her cherry with her middle-aged sociology professor. Not only that, she willingly rode him in almost every possible position. She had his manhood between her tits. She drank his seed as if it was a top class champaign. She also grew into this blimp of a petite girl. Right in front of him.

As she walked back to the bed, she forced herself to hold her breasts. The droopy beachballs of flesh, attached to her chest. Still jiggling left and right, despite her tiny hands sinking into them. She gave up on trying to do anything about her ass. The second pair of beachballs, going up and down behind her, one after the other.

She sat on the bed and let her breasts go. They jiggled for a moment as they pressed against her body. They reached down to her belly button. She looked down at them with an uncomfortable expression on her face. She could barely see her knees!