Alfred watched with growing arousal as Margaret hitched her skirt and shoved the horse dong up her snatch. Her pussy lips looked thick and dark wrapped around the beastly plastic, and impossibly she managed to push the entire two feet inside so the plastic balls were resting against her cunt.
He removed the torn remnants of his trousers and his cock rose. It lifted, heavy and thick, the flat head growing out from his sheath. It rose past his naval, pushed ever upwards, bumped into his breasts, parted them like a battering ram, and perched there on top of his chest.
He grasped his tits and shuddered. His cock leaked a dollop of pre and for a moment he was tempted to lick the large slit staring at him, but a part of him resisted. Starting slowly, he pushed his tits together and brought them up and down his shaft. More pre leaked and it dribbled down, providing lube between his breasts, enabling him to pick up a little more speed.
'My tits are getting jealous,' cooed Margaret. She got up, removed her shirt and grabbed another dildo from the shelf. When she turned around Albert saw the jiggling orbs he remembered from decades ago before they'd had children, although her nipples remained as thick and long as her pregnancies had made them.
The first dildo still stuffed inside her, she placed the second between her breasts. Then she grabbed one of the remaining pitchers of cream and poured it over herself. It soaked into her skin, her breasts absorbing it like a sponge and expanding like one too, except in the valley between them where it slickened the dildo instead.
Inspired, Albert grabbed the remaining jug and poured it over himself. It felt wonderful on his skin. His breasts swelled as they absorbed the cream just as he'd hoped. They swelled and swelled, enveloping his mammoth cock, and a pressure grew inside them.
They ached. They felt so full and the pressure was searching for a place to escape, centring behind his nipples. But his little rosy buds didn't want to release it. Or perhaps they couldn't, the ducts too small.
He gazed over at Margaret. She was lost in her own world of pleasure, gliding her huge orbs up and down the dildo. She was leaking a steady stream of milk down her chest where it pooled around her legs, mixing with the juices pouring out around the dildo wedged in her cunt. Above it, her clitoris bulged obscenely like the head of a cock.
A thin spray of milk shot from his breasts. His nipples were losing their battle, but they were still fighting and it hurt. It felt like he needed something more to help them finish their transformation. He needed more of that cream. But there was none left, and the closest thing to it was the cum oozing from his dick.