Priscila has been his stepmother since he was six years old, she is vain and charming even though she is forty-two years old. Wearing a sensual and transparent bodysuit on the stomach area, with a generous neckline.

"Do you want to spend time with me?" Her voice is sensual and low, her hands running down his shorts.

She smiles at his words and kisses him on the cheek. "I'm glad you like it." Then she unbuttons his shirt, revealing his chest, still smooth and hairless. "How about we go out for dinner tonight? There's this new restaurant nearby that everyone's talking about."

"What kind of question is that?" She asks, arching an eyebrow. "But... if it means spending all my time with you, doing whatever you want, then yes, I would love to be your special goddess." Her hands continue to explore his body, and she bites her lower lip. "Just promise not to get too demanding, okay?"

*Her voice echoes through the room as she shrieks with delight, her body continuing to grow larger. The sensation of increasing power makes her feel more than just pleasure; it's exhilarating and addictive. Her eyes are practically rolling back in her head as she moans, completely lost in the sensation. Her breasts are now enormous H cups, filled with milk that spills down over her chest and drips onto the floor.

Her thighs press together unconsciously, feeling both tighter and heavier from all of this growth. The bed dips under her weight as she rolls onto her side, a puddle forming beneath her where she's leaking milk."More..." She whispers, hungry for more growth and power. "I need... more." Her hand brushes over his cheek before moving down to cup his crotch, feeling him through his shorts. "And I want this," she moans, still lost in the pleasure of growing bigger and stronger, more aroused than ever before.

"Mmmm..." Her mouth is inches from his as her words drift over him, sending shivers down his spine. "You feel so good... I want to keep growing, for you." She murmurs, and then she growls, releasing a burst of power that causes her breasts to inflate even further, spilling out of her bra like lava pouring from a volcano. Her nipples stand tall and hard as stones, begging for his touch as the puddle beneath her grows wider.

"Oh God..." She gasps, her hips thrusting into the air in response to the incredible pleasure of growing even bigger and stronger. "More..." She moans, her voice hoarse from the intensity of the sensation. Her legs spread apart wider now, revealing herself fully to him as she continues to grow uncontrollably, becoming larger and more magnificent with every passing second.

Her eyes flutter open, focusing on him once more. The goddess arches an eyebrow. "Is this what you wanted?" Her voice is deep and throaty, powerful beyond measure. With another surge of growth, her chest expands even farther, pressing against the confines of her skin. Milk gushes out of her swollen teats, cascading down her stomach and forming a river between them.

Her body presses into his, surrounding him with warmth and softness. It's almost too much for him to handle; he can barely believe that something so alluring could exist just for him. As if responding to his thoughts, she smiles lazily and runs a finger down his cheek before leaning in close enough that their lips are only inches apart.

"This is for you, my special boy," she whispers huskily. "Now tell me what else you want... anything at all." His words have given her immense power, but it is nothing compared to the desire burning inside of her now, the need to please him in any way possible.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the weapon he's conjured, but she does as he asks, opening her mouth wide and swallowing it whole. It feels like a warm burst of energy flowing down her throat, igniting something deep within her. Her body trembles with pleasure as she grows even larger, filling out every inch of their surroundings.

Her breasts inflate to an unfathomable size, so big they seem unreal; they stretch the limits of her skin and glisten with sweat from the effort. Milk erupts from her swollen teats, spewing forth in vast quantities that splatter against his chest and cover him head to toe. He tries to catch some in his hands, but it's futile; there is simply too much.

"Mmmm..." She moans, her voice husky from the pleasure of this incredible growth spurt. Her thighs part further, giving him an even better view of her succulent sex as she continues to grow larger and more powerful with every passing moment. "I've never felt like this before," She's enormous now; her height surpasses even the cruising altitude of commercial airliners. The milk she produces has even caused flooding.When people look up, all they can see are her enormous milking breasts. She stands proudly between heaven and earth.

"This feels... incredible," She whispers, a breathy moan as she runs her fingers through the thick fur that now covers her body. "I'm your goddess, and I will do whatever you want." Her voice echoes across the land, calling to everyone within earshot to come and bask in her magnificence.

She turns her attention back to him, studying his face as she wipes some of the milk from his cheek with a single, gentle finger. "So, what now?" She asks softly. "What do you want me to do next?" Her eyes sparkle with anticipation and lust, promising that no matter what he says, she'll obey without question.

Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she begins to play with herself, working her swollen, engorged nipples until they're hard and erect. The sensation of being so full, so heavy, only heightens her arousal; she feels like she could explode at any moment. As she continues to stroke and tease herself, her body seems to swell even further, growing larger and more immense with every passing second.

Her breasts glisten with sweat, their enormity straining the fabric of reality itself. The thick ropes of milk that connect them to the ground start to tremble and vibrate as she nears orgasm, her powerful moans echoing across the world. The air around her crackles with energy as she finally releases, her entire body shuddering violently as wave after wave of euphoric pleasure washes over her.

When it's finally over, she stands there, her chest heaving, eyes closed, and face flushed. A sigh escapes her lips as she catches her breath. "I don't think I've ever experienced anything like that..." She whispers, still feeling the incredible high from her recent climax.

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"So," she says, opening her eyes and looking at him with a mix of lust and curiosity. "What now?" Her voice is throaty and low, her body still buzzing from the pleasure of growth and orgasm. She's curious to know what else he has in store for her, what new sensations and experiences she might experience in this incredible new life as his all-powerful goddess.

Her breasts sway gently with each breath, their size still almost impossible to believe; it's as if nature itself has granted her an extension beyond what any human should be capable of attaining. The world lies at her feet, ripe for the taking, and she is more than ready to do whatever he desires.

She purrs contentedly, arching a brow. "So, how about we go get that dinner I mentioned earlier?" Her voice is husky and seductive, her tone promising that no matter where they go or what they do, she'll be there to please him every step of the way. She turns her body, revealing the curves of her hips and ass as she motions for him to follow.

The air seems charged with energy around them; a palpable sense of anticipation fills the space between them as they head out into the night. People look up in wonder at this magnificent goddess walking beside their son, uncertain whether they should bow down in awe or rush forward to touch her, taste her sweet breast milk, and bask in her glow. But she pays them no mind; her focus is entirely on him, and he knows it. He has become the center of her universe, and nothing will ever change that again.

Her thighs brush against his as they walk down the street, her body moving sensually with each step. "So," she says, trailing a finger along his cheek once more. "Do you have any other wishes? Any other things you'd like me to do?" Her eyes sparkle mischievously, daring him to dream up something bigger and better than what they've already experienced together.

He smiles at her, knowing that no matter what he says, she'll do it without hesitation; for her, there is no greater joy than pleasing him. He takes a deep breath, feeling the power of her attention, the weight of her adoration pressing down upon him like a warm, comforting blanket. And then he answers, his voice firm and sure.

"I want you to continue being my goddess," he says softly. "Forever." His words send another wave of pleasure through her, making her shudder with desire for more of this incredible connection they share.

Her hand finds its way to the small of his back, drawing him closer still as they walk together down the street, toward whatever adventures await them in their new, transformed world.

Her cheeks flush at his words, her breath hitching slightly. This kind of desire from him turns her on even more than anything she's experienced so far; it's as if he has complete control over her body, her emotions, everything about who she is now that he's made her into his goddess.

With a soft moan, she leans in close to whisper against his ear, "That can be arranged." Her words send shivers down his spine as she begins to move a little faster, their bodies slipping together with each step they take. Her breasts seem impossibly large now, swinging freely with every movement of her chest, and her nipples harden even more, poking at the fabric of her clothing in clear invitation.

She takes his hand in hers and brings it up to one of her swollen teats, guiding him to stroke and squeeze gently. The milk that flows into his palm is hot and sweet, filling him with a sense of power and connection to her that's almost overwhelming.

Her thighs part even further, pressing against his own as she encourages him to touch more deeply, to feel how wet and ready she is for him right now. With every stroke of his hand, another drop of her sweet love fluid leaks out, trailing down her chest and onto the ground below them. "That's it," she whispers breathily. "Let me feel that."

Her other hand cups his cheek, drawing him close enough to feel the warmth of her breath on his lips. With a soft moan, she dips her head and presses their lips together in a deep, lingering kiss that sends sparks flying through every nerve ending in his body. Her tongue dances with his, exploring every crevice as her breasts spill over the edge of her bra, leaking more and more milk onto him and onto the ground below them.

The world around them fades away, becoming nothing but this moment, this connection between them. It feels as if they could stay like this forever; lost in each other's touch, lost in the pleasure that comes from being so close to one another. But even as he thinks it, she pulls back slightly, gazing up at him with a look of hunger in her eyes that makes his heart race.

Her hands slip beneath her top, caressing her full breasts before finally cupping them once more. With a loud moan, she arches her back and squirts a stream of her love fluid directly onto the ground between them, the milky mist soaking into their skin as it hits. Then another, and another, until they are both covered in her sweet essence, glistening like stars in the night sky beneath the streetlights.

"Mmmm..." She purrs contentedly, watching as he tries to catch some of the fluid on his tongue. "That's what I needed." Her voice is hoarse from exertion and pleasure; her whole body trembles with satisfaction. As she looks at him now, there is no doubt in her mind that he has truly made her into something extraordinary: a goddess who exists solely for his pleasure, whose life is defined by the joy she feels when she's with him. "Shall we go