[WP] A woman can "eat" things through her nipples. Any object, edible or inedible, consumed by her nipples is absorbed into her breasts, increasing their size. The bigger the object, the bigger the size change and the feeling of pleasure.

Wanda was a normal girl living a normal life. She attended university and studied psychology. She ate corn flakes in the morning. She was on the tennis team. She repeatedly shoved a 7 inch dildo up her ass every Thursday morning at 8:17 AM for exactly 10 minutes. Normal girl, normal life. Things were cool. Groovy. Fine. Copacetic, man.

One night, whilst deeply slumbering after a night of intense study, Wanda had a strange dream. A beautiful woman with blond hair was floating above her bed, and the ceiling had faded away to a vast, star-lit cosmos. She could not move or speak, only gaze in fascination. The woman hovered about her, blue eyes twinkling, then she spoke, in a cool melodious voice.

"You, my dear, have been chosen by the fates to receive a very special power. It may seem strange at first, but soon you will realize why, for everything happens for a reason..." She extended her arms and squeezed Wanda's supple breasts firmly, her fingers stimulating the nipples as she took her arms back. A bright light appeared between them that grew and grew until it encompassed the entire room, and there was nothing but whiteness.

Wanda awoke with a start, feeling odd. She had a strange dream. She knew that. But what was it? She looked around the room. The cobweb of the dream still clung to her reality in a way she couldn't understand. Eventually, she brushed the feeling off and continued about her day. Things went along fairly normally, until around noon. She went in to the locker room to change for tennis, and went to undress, her shirt grazing her breasts as she took it off.

Suddenly, her shirt was gone. It had vanished in to thing air, right in front of her eyes staring in to the mirror, and she felt a strange sensation, a tingling, the very slightest vibration of pleasure ran through her fit, lithe body, sending her off kilter. She regained her balance. What was that? How had it happened? Was she horny, no, rather than a slow burn, it felt like a miniature explosion. And her breasts, they felt, larger. More jiggly.

Once you eliminate the impossible, the probable, however unlikely, must be true. She must have had some sort of memory lapse that ran concurrent with a random wave of horniness. That was the explanation that her foolish rational mind decided to render. She quickly packed her things and told her tennis coach that she had to go home sick.

For the times when the asshole plunging 7 inch dildo didn't work, she had a few boys on call. They were less reliable but perhaps even more accessible. She called Johnny, a lacrosse player, who's dark hair looked very mall-mom-esque. He was a known promiscuous man who would play his wang guitar with just about any band. Most lacrosse players are. He came over within 30 minutes.

Things started more or less normally. He kissed her neck. Breathed in her sweet smell. Tangled his hands in her hair. Played with her ass and fiercely squeezed handfuls of cheek. Unfortunately, he was in to foreplay. She just wanted to be fucked right and proper right then and there. Then, he got to the nipples. Eager to suck on them like a good little boy, he went in for the strike. As his lips closed around the aureola, there was a sound like two glasses clinking, and suddenly, he was gone. Wanda fell to the floor, gasping for air. A bolt of lightning coursed through her body. Her legs shook. Her whole body twisted. She arched her back and threw her head back in rapture and her mind went blank as canvas. It took her several moments to regain her composure, and she lay there on the bed, sweaty, panting, tongue out and drooling, cheeks red and flush. She recovered, then looked around her. Johnny was nowhere to be seen. And her breasts, oh my, her breasts! They were B cups just a few hours ago, now they were certifiable Ds! What!

It had to be true. Her breasts, they were somehow consuming things! Then, in her confusion and panic, she remembered her strange dream, the woman, the light, it all came back to her. She stopped and thought in quiet contemplation for a moment, picked up Johnnie's belt buckle, then pressed it up against her nipple. It vanished, with the sound of the glasses clinking, then she felt a heat rush through her, and a moistness between her thighs.

She sat there for a moment and briefly mourned, then, in a moment of realization, she knew she wanted more. That orgasm was the greatest orgasm she had ever had. That possibly anyone had ever had. Her friends didn't matter, her family didn't matter, all she knew, is that she wanted more.

Wanda floated in space. Her breasts, the size of two galaxies. She floated there, rubbing her wet pussy, chasing that wonderful feeling. That last orgasm was the greatest one yet. She savored it. However, she still had the good sense to know that her breasts were so big that if she went any further, all of existence and matter and everything would be consumed. Would it be worth it? Of course it would. She heaved her chest forward. She was filled with an orgasm that would devour entire civilizations, entire star systems, entire galaxies, all planes of existence, every iota of dark matter, shooting through her body in pure pleasure, on such a level that she transcended her human form and became a goddess, ethereal in nature, her pussy encompassing all realities at once, slick with the juice of dimension. Even then, she discovered she had a fond nostalgia for that 7 inch dildo being repeatedly, furiously plunged in to her tight asshole back and forth for 10 minutes at 8:17 AM.

Moral of the story: sometimes it's the simple things in life.

Thank you.

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