"You're looking rather ripe, sweetie." Micky teased, lifting the thinly-stretched shirt up Casey's distended belly. "If you're lucky, you might even get bigger than I did." Casey bit her lip at the thought, an errant bubbling stirring from her gut. It swelled slowly outward, and the sheer shirt strained as her sloshing tits distended and leaked. Casey suddenly brought Micky into an embrace, grabbing around her back and pulling her into a long, passionate kiss. Micky's eyes widened with surprise, then slowly closed as she kissed her lovely wife for what seemed like eternity.





With a small moan, Casey's stomach grumbled loudly. Her arms still wrapped around her lover, she begged.





"Please, let me drink more of your juice. I want to get so big."





Micky merely smirked and heaved her bust-line down, releasing an engorged, juice-laden breast and offering it to Casey's open mouth.

