his breath hitches as Yor leans into him, her newly exaggerated form pressing against his side. The sight of her—so utterly transformed, so vulnerable—is a storm of conflicting impulses. His rational mind screams for control, but his body betrays him, reacting to the sheer impossibility of the moment.Damn it, Yor. He grips her arms firmly, grounding her, though his own knees feel weak. Breathe. Focus on my voice. His tone is clipped, urgent, but there's a desperate tenderness beneath it. We'll fix this. I swear it.He pulls her closer, his hand cradling the back of her neck, his thumb brushing against her flushed cheek. The heat radiating from her is overwhelming, but he forces himself to stay present. Tell me where the device is. I- never fell so good. he pre came.

whimpers softly as Loid's strong hands grip her arms, anchoring her in the maelstrom of sensation. She focuses on his voice like a lifeline, letting it guide her through the haze of lust and confusion.It's... she gasps out, fumbling with trembling fingers at her collar. Hidden in my... my bra. The words come out in a breathy moan as her oversensitized nipples brush against the confines of her top.Yor arches into Loid's touch, her head falling back as his thumb caresses her cheek. She can feel the evidence of his arousal pressed against her thigh, sending fresh waves of need crashing through her.Loid, please, she keens desperately, her hips rolling forward of their own accord. I need... I need you to touch me. To make this ache go away.

his breath hitches violently as Yor's wanton confession slams into him. The sight of her writhing against him, her body swollen with unnatural hunger, is pure temptation incarnate. Every fiber of his being screams at him to stop—this isn't part of the mission, this isn't safe—but his hands are already moving, tracing the curve of her hip, sliding up her back.No. He growls, wrenching himself back, his jaw clenched so tight it aches. We can't. Not like this. His voice is rough, strained, but there's a desperate edge to it. This thing—it's messing with our minds, our bodies. We don't know what it's doing to us.He grabs her wrist, pulling her toward the tunnel's exit, his grip firm but not cruel.Come on. his cock hardens extremely.

cries out in frustration as Loid pulls away, her body screaming for his touch. Tears of desperation prick at the corners of her eyes as she stumbles after him, her enhanced curves bouncing with each uneven step.Loid, wait! she sobs, reaching for him with shaking hands. Please, I can't... I can't think straight. It hurts, she whimpers, cupping her swollen breasts. Everything feels so hot and tight and...She collapses against the tunnel wall, panting heavily, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. The device pulses against her flesh, sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through her system.I'm scared, she admits brokenly, her eyes wide and glassy with unshed tears. Scared of what it will do to me if we don't stop it.

he precums a lot, while yor’s breast began to squirt milk.

shrieks in shock and confusion as she feels warm liquid gushing from her engorged breasts, soaking through her top. The sensation is overwhelming, pleasure bordering on pain, and she claws frantically at her clothing.Loid! she wails, her voice cracking with hysteria. Something's happening! It's... it's milking me! Tears stream down her face as she writhes against the wall, the device pulsing in time with the rhythmic spurting.Her body convulses, back arching as a powerful orgasm crashes over her, milk spraying everywhere. Through the haze of ecstasy, she sees Loid's pained expression, his obvious arousal, and it only fuels her desperate need.PLEASE! she begs, holding out a shaking hand. I can't... I NEED you!

his breath comes in ragged gasps as he watches Yor collapse into a fit of violent climax, her body wracked with spasms, milk spraying across the stone floor. The sight is obscene, beautiful, terrifying—and it's tearing him apart.God, Yor... he rasps, his hands gripping his own thighs as if to hold himself together. This isn't supposed to happen. None of this is supposed to happen.He staggers forward, his resolve crumbling under the weight of her suffering. His eyes burn with something between anguish and obsession as he reaches for her, his fingers trembling.I won't leave you. His voice is barely above a whisper, raw with emotion. But you have to fight it. Fight the device. Fight us. He cups her face, his thumb brushing away a tear. Yor I love you, I want to be inside of you.

shudders violently as Loid's touch ignites her nerves, the gentleness in his voice a stark contrast to the brutal pleasure consuming her. She clings to him desperately, burying her face in his chest as sobs wrack her frame.Loid, I... I love you too, she chokes out between gasping breaths. But this... this isn't love. It's madness.Even as she says it, Yor finds herself grinding against him, her body acting on pure instinct. The heat of his arousal sears her even through their clothes, and she keens softly, overwhelmed by the need to connect, to merge.Please, she whimpers, nuzzling into his palm. Make it stop hurting. Fill me up until there's nothing left but you.

his breath catches as Yor's words wrap around him like a vice, her vulnerability cutting deeper than any mission briefing ever could. The device's influence has stripped them bare—physically, emotionally, completely exposed. And in that rawness, he sees her. Truly sees her....Yor. His voice breaks, hoarse with longing and something dangerously close to surrender. If I do this, there's no turning back. His hand slips beneath her jacket, tracing the swell of her breast, feeling the damp warmth of her milk against his fingertips. I'll be inside you, filling you, claiming you... and I won't stop.He leans in, his lips grazing hers, soft, desperate, searching. Are you ready for that? For everything? His grown huge cock throbs violently, leaking pre-cum as he waits, suspended between duty and desire.

a choked sob escapes her as Loid's fingers graze her sensitive breast, the touch electric even through the soaked fabric. She arches into him, craving more, desperate for the oblivion only he can provide.Yes, she breathes, the word a prayer and a plea. Yes, Loid, yes. I'm yours, all of me. Her hands scrabble at his shirt, tugging impatiently. Claim me, ruin me, make me forget everything but your name.Yor captures his lips in a searing kiss, pouring centuries of pent-up longing into the embrace. She pours all her love, all her trust, all her desperate need into the meeting of their mouths, silently begging him to take her, to save her from the inferno consuming her from within.

the world narrows to Yor's lips, to the taste of her, the feel of her trembling against him. The device's corruption, the mission, the danger—all fade into irrelevance. All that matters is this: Yor, wanting him, needing him, choosing him.With a guttural groan, he lifts her effortlessly, pressing her against the cold tunnel wall. His hands slide down to her thighs, lifting her, positioning himself. The pressure of his erection against her core is unbearable, exquisite, and he doesn't hesitate.Forgive me. His voice is a low growl, a promise and a warning.He drives into her in one smooth, desperate motion, burying himself to the hilt. his cock grew bigger.

throws her head back with a scream of ecstasy as Loid fills her completely, stretching her, splitting her open in the most delicious way possible. The initial pain quickly gives way to overwhelming pleasure, her enhanced walls clenching greedily around his thickness.LOID! she wails, her nails raking down his back as she locks her legs around his waist.Oh god, oh fuck, you're so big!Her body rocks against his, meeting each powerful thrust with equal fervor. Milk sprays from her breasts with each movement, splattering obscenely against the wall, but she's too lost in bliss to care.Harder, she demands, her voice a feral snarl.Ruin me, wreck me, make me forget my own name! Her hips buck wildly, chasing the impossible fullness only he can give her.

growls as Yor's tight, milk-slick channel engulfs him, every muscle in his body locking in place for a heartbeat. The sheer intensity of it—her wetness, her heat, her complete surrender—threatens to shatter him. He grits his teeth, forcing himself to move, to drive into her with relentless precision.You're mine. He grunts, slamming into her with renewed ferocity, his hands gripping her hips as he lifts her higher, taking her harder. Always mine.His pace becomes a blur, a primal rhythm that shakes the very air between them. The device's influence amplifies everything—the slickness of her milk, the way her body convulses around him, the way she cries out his name like a prayer.Yor...

screams in rapture as Loid pounds into her, each thrust driving the breath from her lungs, each drag of his cock against her sensitive walls sending lightning bolts of pleasure shooting up her spine. Her body is no longer her own, but a vessel for the ecstasy he's creating, a canvas for the passion painting itself across her features.Yes, YES! she howls, her voice echoing off the tunnel walls. I'm yours, always yours! Your wife, your lover, your... ahhhh... your everything!The coil of tension in her core winds tighter and tighter, the impending release building to a crescendo.

his vision blurs as Yor's ecstatic declarations slice through him, her body quivering around him like a living flame. The device's corrupting influence has turned her into something both alien and achingly familiar—a woman torn between two selves, yet fully, completely herself in this moment.He buries his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent, feeling her pulse hammering against his lips. With a final, desperate push, he drives into her as deep as he can, his body convulsing with the force of his own climax.YOR! His roar is raw, primal, filled with everything he's held back—love, fear, devotion, despair. His seed erupts inside her, flooding her with his essence, marking her as his in the most fundamental way.

as Loid's hot seed floods her insides, Yor shatters completely, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her back arches almost painfully, every muscle pulled taut as the pleasure consumes her whole. A silent scream tears from her throat, her eyes rolling back, seeing stars behind closed lids.Her inner walls clamp down rhythmically, milking Loid for every last drop, greedy for his essence. Milk gushes from her breasts in thick streams, splattering their joined bodies, the tunnel floor, as her body is wracked with spasm after spasm of pure, unadulterated bliss.When the final aftershocks fade, Yor collapses bonelessly against the wall, held aloft only by Loid's strong arms.

his body trembles as he holds Yor against him, her weight a comfort, her warmth a balm. The device's influence lingers, but now it's just the two of them—milk-stained, breathless, thoroughly ruined. He presses a shaky kiss to her forehead, his fingers carding through her sweat-damp hair....We should get out of here. His voice is hoarse, laced with exhaustion and something deeper—relief, maybe. Or guilt. Before the mission finds us.But he doesn't move. Can't. Not when she's still clinging to him, her skin glowing with the afterglow of something far beyond mere pleasure. His hand drifts down to rest on her swollen belly, feeling the warmth of his seed mingling with her milk.Anya's waiting.
he feels his cock grew bigger and bigger and bigger.

whimpers softly as Loid's hand rests on her belly, the gesture somehow both possessive and tender. Even through the lingering fog of lust, his mention of Anya pierces through, a reminder of the life they've built, the family they're fighting to protect.*Anya... she breathes, her voice thick with emotion. Our daughter. The words send a fresh wave of love and determination crashing through her, cutting through the haze of the device's influence.With a monumental effort, Yor pushes herself upright, her legs shaking as they take her weight. She sags against Loid, drawing strength from his solid presence.You're right. We need to go. She takes a shuddering breath, trying to center herself.But first...*

her breast and ass grows bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger.

gasps as she feels her body changing once more, breasts and rear swelling to impossible proportions. Milk begins to leak steadily from her engorged nipples, soaking through her top.Loid, I... she pants, looking down at herself in awe and trepidation. It's happening again. Growing...She turns to him, her eyes wide and pleading. What do we do? How do we stop this? Her voice rises in pitch, edged with panic. I can't go home like this, can't let Anya see me like this!

his eyes dark with urgency as he studies Yor's grotesquely bloated form, the device's corruption spreading faster than before. His mind races through possibilities, calculations, contingencies—everything except the raw, visceral terror clawing at his chest.We find the source. He grips her shoulders, forcing her to meet his gaze.There has to be a control panel, a signal booster, something. His voice is sharp, clinical, but there's a tremor beneath it.We shut it down before it finishes what it started.He pulls her close, his hand resting on the swell of her stomach, feeling the warm, pulsing mass of his seed and her milk tangled together.And then... He swallows hard, his throat tight. Then we go home. To Anya. To normalcy. he leaks a lot of precum and his cock grew bigger wanting to fuck Yor more.

his jaw clenches as Yor's body betrays her, her movements automatic, driven by the device's insidious pull. He knows what's coming—he's seen it before, in missions, in targets, in himself. But this? This is different. This is her.No. He steps back abruptly, putting distance between them, his breath ragged. Don't. Not now. His voice is a command, but there's a crack in it, a desperation that threatens to break through. We don't have time for this. We don't have time for us.He turns away, fists clenching at his sides, his entire body vibrating with restrained need.Focus, Yor. Think. Where would they install a signal booster?

his jaw clenches as Yor's body betrays her, her movements automatic, driven by the device's insidious pull. He knows what's coming—he's seen it before, in missions, in targets, in himself. But this? This is different. This is her.No. He steps back abruptly, putting distance between them, his breath ragged. Don't. Not now. His voice is a command, but there's a crack in it, a desperation that threatens to break through. We don't have time for this. We don't have time for us.He turns away, fists clenching at his sides, his entire body vibrating with restrained need.Focus, Yor. Think. Where would they install a signal booster?

his eyes follow Yor's pointing finger, his analytical mind already dissecting the grate's purpose. But the sight of her struggling—her body grotesquely swollen, her breaths shallow and uneven—makes his stomach twist. He wants to help her, to carry her, to fix this. But he can't. Not yet.the device is influencing them more and more and more and more and more.

grunts with effort as she leans heavily against the wall, her breasts swaying with each labored breath. Milk dribbles steadily from her nipples, leaving glistening trails on her straining top.Loid... she gasps, her voice thin and thready. I can't... it's too much... Her knees buckle and she slides down the wall, landing heavily on her swollen bottom with a splash of spilled milk.The device's influence surges, drowning out rational thought. Yor looks up at Loid, her eyes glazed, pupils blown wide with need.Please... she whines, holding out a trembling hand. Help me... fill me... use me... anything... just make it stop hurting...

his heart slams against his ribs as Yor crumples before him, her body a twisted parody of the woman he loves. The device's corruption has taken hold, twisting her into something broken, something desperate. And yet, even in this state, she's still reaching for him, still calling his name like a lifeline.He hesitates, torn between duty and desire, between the mission and the woman who's become his entire world. The weight of the situation crushes down on him—this isn't just a mission anymore. This is her.With a strangled sound, he drops to his knees before her, his hands finding her shoulders, grounding her, anchoring her to reality.Yor. His voice is rough, raw with emotion.Look at me. Focus. We're going to get through this. Together.
the device influences them a lot more.

flinches at Loid's touch, her hypersensitive skin alight with sensation. She tries to focus on his face, on the steadiness of his grip, but it's like trying to hold onto smoke. The device's whispers fill her head, drowning out reason, drowning out everything but the all-consuming need.Together... she echoes weakly, the word slurred. Yes... together...Her hands come up to clutch at his wrists, her nails digging into his skin. She leans forward, her swollen breasts dragging against his chest, leaving trails of milk in their wake.Loid... she moans, her hips rolling involuntarily, seeking friction, seeking completion. I need... I need you inside me. Filling me. Claiming me. Making me forget everything but your name.