Overflowing Evgeny

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The pool water clung to Evgeny’s body like a stubborn weight. The mass of his chest slowed every stroke through the lane as his pecs pushed against the water. Each time he tried to bring his arms forward, he could feel the drag of his pecs resisting, and their bulk displacing more water than he wanted. Ripples fanned out from him in wide arcs, his head dipped low as he grunted, and bubbles rose with each breath. The sound of water slapping against his chest was deeper and heavier, like the drum of liquid hitting against stone.

By the time he reached the pool’s edge, his pecs were burning with pressure. They were enormous, swollen, and heavy, pressing down into his ribcage with an almost painful weight. Each step of his arms through the water had seemed slowed by the mass, and now, as he hooked his elbows over the tile lip of the pool, the rest of his impressive frame came into focus.

He heaved himself upward, and water poured off his colossal frame in sheets, cascading down over shoulders that flared as wide as a doorframe. His pecs bounced and dragged as he pulled his torso out, with droplets running in rivulets over thick veins and sprawling tattoos. His arms looked like tree trunks, and his biceps swelled to the size of melons.

As his waist cleared the edge, the snug blue trunks clung tight, outlining his bulging ass and massive thighs. The trunks hugged the curve of his lower body, and the fabric stretched across the roundness of his butt and the almost obscene bulge at his front, emphasizing how overbuilt every part of him had become. Even his thighs looked too large for smooth motion, with great cords of muscle pushing against the wet fabric. Each motion was slow, burdened not only by the weight of his pecs but also by the immensity of his entire physique —a body so thick that even standing upright made other people gasp.

Evgeny sighed and dropped his gaze. His pecs loomed in front of him like flesh-colored hills, so large and heavy they seemed to breathe on their own. The weight inside them sloshed audibly, a thick liquid sound that made his skin quiver, and the surface stretched shiny and tight with fullness. He lifted one hand and began to massage along the side, sinking his fingers into the hot, taut muscle.

Each push sent a dull wave rolling through the interior as milk sloshed and the pressure created faint squelches under his hand. He groaned as he kneaded slowly, circling the swollen areola and trying to coax some relief. The sensation was soothing and overwhelming. The milk inside shifted like a heavy tide, and each squeeze amplified the ache and the urgent need to release. He could barely control himself.

“Too much… way too much,” he said again, struggling to contain the moans and groans that wanted to escape his mouth as the pressure inside his pecs increased.

He scanned the poolside and spotted a pair of gym bros—younger, leaner, but strong and curious. Evgeny waved them over with his massive arm, and they immediately jogged to his side, widening their eyes as they took in the sight of the magnificent body standing before them.

“Boys,” Evgeny said, now moving both hands over his gigantic tits, causing them to produce more milk and inflate faster, “I need your help. I can’t keep up with this. The milk’s building faster than I can handle. If I don’t drain, I’ll drown in my own size. Would you mind giving me a hand, or a pair of mouths, to be precise?”

The gym bros exchanged looks, then nodded without hesitation. They’d heard about it before but never thought they would have the chance to see it firsthand. They knew that Evgeny’s immense body needed to release the milk; it was all that mattered. Without delay, they moved in close, spreading their hands across the slick expanse of his pecs.

The first pressed firmly into the underside, squeezing upward before leaning in close and latching eagerly onto one nipple, sealing his lips around it with a wet smack. Evgeny couldn’t help but moan in pure pleasure as he felt his nipples shooting a torrent of milk into the young man’s mouth. It was a never-ending flow.

A second bro shifted to the other side and took the opposite nipple between his lips, tugging and sucking with urgent rhythm. Their cheeks hollowed as they drew in, and their throats worked audibly as each gulp pulled milk from deep within. The milk flow was so strong that, despite Evgeny’s moans, he could hear the wet sound of liquid going down the young men’s throats. Both men reached up and firmly squeezed the overfilled milk containers, making Evgeny’s body shiver.

Milk surged forth hot and thick, spurting in heavy streams that filled their mouths before being swallowed. Then, the milk flowed more steadily as they adjusted positions, one leaning and pressing upward with his hands as he drank, the other bracing against Evgeny’s side to draw even deeper. The sound of the young men’s moans as they swallowed accompanied their eager motions, the suckling and kneading. They were lost in bliss.

Evgeny groaned, tilting his head back as his eyes closed. At first, there was a moment of genuine relief, with milk seeping slowly as the pressure eased. But that respite was short-lived. With every squeeze, his body responded by producing more, and the streams grew stronger and more intense. His pecs began to swell again, pushing outward as the skin over them tightened in slow waves of expansion.

The gym bros adjusted their rhythm, one sucking gently while the other pressed carefully, trying to keep pace with the slow refilling. Sloshing sounds deep within his chest joined the gulps, a liquid churn as milk shifted and multiplied. The overfilling started as a gradual rise, each breath making him broader, but soon escalated. Their eager kneading drew more, faster, as his pecs ballooned quicker than before.

The bros pressed harder, with two hands kneading the upper slopes, and their hands slid over taut, milk-heavy muscle as their mouths quickened their work. “He’s so full,” one said between gulps. “It just keeps coming and faster now.”

The soundscape became overwhelming: slapping hands against slick pecs, steady gulps, and low moans from Evgeny as his chest gushed and expanded. Every press sent milk spurting, coating their hands before they leaned to drink again. The pressure should have eased, but instead his pecs ballooned larger, wobbling with heavy fullness. Veins stood out in thick cords across his chest, and the tattoos stretched wider over the rising bulk.

Evgeny’s breath grew ragged. “Bigger… heavier…” he panted, barely able to stay conscious as pleasure and pressure overwhelmed him.

His pecs jutted forward, quivering with weight as milk came faster than the bros could swallow. But they didn’t stop—they pressed, sucked, and squeezed, desperate to keep up as his chest surged outward. The best part was that Evgeny’s milk only made them grow. Their frames changed with every swallow. At first, their arms thickened subtly, with veins rising across their forearms as warmth coursed through them, but soon their shoulders rounded and spread wider.

Each gulp seemed to pump their muscles fuller, making their skin creak as their biceps swelled under the strain. One bro gasped between gulps as his thighs pressed harder against each other, thickening and forcing him to change his stance. The other young man shifted position, bracing himself against Evgeny’s hip as his chest swelled forward, and his pecs pushed against the larger man.

The soundscape of their growth was intense and vivid—skin stretching, joints popping faintly, breaths quickening, and groans escaping their lips as muscles packed on pound after pound in seconds. Their motions grew heavier and more forceful, but their hands kneaded Evgeny’s pecs with greater strength, aware that the milk was fueling their transformation.

By now, the scene was chaos—Evgeny’s moans echoing off the pool walls, the slap and squelch of hands on overfilled pecs, and the chorus of gulps and gasps from the gym bros who drank and drank. His chest seemed to heave larger with every second, like boulders of flesh stuffed with milk, straining as though they’d burst. The weight bore down on him, but he endured, moaning and groaning deep as the growth refused to end.

And still, the gym bros clung to him, pressing, squeezing, gulping, while his pecs swelled heavier, milkier, impossibly vast. The pool deck was slick with water and milk alike, and Evgeny stood in the center, groaning skyward, with his enormous chest exploding with mass as the boys tried to keep pace, drinking and drinking without end.

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Plot submitted by a Support-tier member as part of the tier's benefits. Scenario based on a muscle morph I did of Evgeny Filatov.