Natalie Portman was moments away from total disaster.
It had started like any other day. She stepped off set after filming her scenes, eagerly returning to her trailer. A wonderful surprise was waiting there for her.
Gal Gadot, international icon and one of Natalie's closest girlfriends, was reclining on the loveseat in her trailer. Gal wore a simple white blouse with a short white skirt, contrasting her dark hair in a thick braid that fell down her back. A pair of sunglasses dangled from her fingers, and a corner of her mouth curled upward, her famous smirk on full display.
"Gal, you startled me!" Natalie exclaimed, although she too was grinning broadly. "But it's always good to see you. What can I do for you?"
Gal said nothing and lowered her eyes, still smirking. Natalie followed until they were both staring at Gal's most prominent feature: her enormous chest.
Two giant globes, each twice the size of Gal's head, were barely contained by her blouse. Natalie could clearly see the outlines of Gal's thick nipples straining against the tight fabric.
"You're so swollen right now, Gal," Natalie breathed, feeling a pang of sympathy for her lover. "Do you need me to milk you again?"
Natalie knew her girlfriend's giant chest was famous the world over, but Gal's prolific lactation was a secret known to only a few of her closest girlfriends. Natalie counted herself lucky to be among them, for there was little she enjoyed more than lending her hands and mouth to Gal's milky teats.
Gal seemed to have something else on her mind. She raised her eyes but remained silent. She licked her lips, earning another laugh from Natalie.
"Look at you!" Natalie chuckled, seeing damp spots spreading in the fabric around Gal's thick nipples. "Babe, you are just dripping milk."
While Gal's milk had been kept secret from the public, her unusually large nipples were much more difficult to hide. They were obvious even through her most elaborate costumes. Often her scenes had to be edited to hide the large milky patches in her tops.
Gal sensed her thickening nipples were nearing their full lengths. They were casting great peaks into her thin top, thrusting gloriously ahead as they stretched the fabric until it was nearly transparent. Here in the privacy of Natalie's trailer, she allowed them to expand further and let her milk flow unrestrained.
But her milky bosom, however good it felt, wasn't at the forefront of her mind. She leapt to her feet and was at Natalie's side quickly, her enormous chest bouncing. Two large sprays of milk gushed through her shirt, forming a large puddle on the floor.
Natalie had been filming a yoga scene and was still in costume. A white sports bra and a matching pair of spandex pants clung to her famously firm body. Gal stared at her with eager anticipation, for she knew Natalie had a special ability kept as closely guarded as her own milky secret.
Natalie could feel her girlfriend having a familiar effect on her. As she looked at the puddle of hot milk, her already-tight yoga pants grew even tighter. Something was stretching them from within.
"I see what this is about," smirked Natalie.
Gal bit her lip, standing motionless next to Natalie. The entire front of her blouse had soaked through with milk. She stared wordlessly ahead, gazing between Natalie's legs.
"You want what's in these tight little pants, don't you, Gal?" Natalie breathed, thrusting her hips forward.
Her special secret was that she possessed a most exceptional pussy, or so all her girlfriends seemed to think. Her labia were thick, perfectly pink, and unusually long, a giant bulge of hot flesh hanging between her slender thighs. And as she became more turned on, she tended to grow even more...
...but she had to focus. She closed her eyes for a moment, releasing her mental control. Her pussy surged forward suddenly, her mound quickly doubling in size as her labia rapidly swelled bigger.
The effect was immediately visible in her tight pants. A large, round bulge between her slender thighs was stretching the fabric nearly to its limits. Her thick lower lips were slippery with wetness, which was seeping through the porous fabric and dripping down her legs. She thrust her hips towards Gal.
"Admit it, Gal," Natalie whispered. "You can't get enough of my pussy."
Gal blinked slowly. She seemed to recover, and her familiar smirk returned. She lifted her right leg and set her foot on a nearby chair. There was nothing beneath her short skirt, leaving her own astonishing pussy exposed.
Natalie's mouth fell open. Her tight pants gave an urgent popping noise as another spurt of uncontrolled growth made her pussy swell even larger. Part of her long left labia lurched through a tear in the fabric, dangling halfway to her knees. It began dripping her arousal into a growing puddle between her feet.
She took a deep breath, fighting to regain control over her unruly pussy. She should have known that her girlfriend could play this game too.
Gal leaned in close, licking slowly along Natalie's ear from bottom to top. Natalie shivered in delight.
"I admit it, Natalie," Gal whispered in her ear. "I can't get enough of your beautiful pussy."
Gal whirled away, the suddenness of her movement again surprising Natalie. In a blink, she was standing by the door of Natalie's trailer.
"But it will have to wait," Gal said with a wink. "I have an important appointment to keep!" she said, swinging the door wide open. Two thick arcs of milk sprayed through her soaked blouse, splattering against the door.
She was gone, leaving Natalie alone and practically vibrating with arousal. This was a familiar situation for her, as she was almost constantly turned on from her tight costumes rubbing against her thick labia all day. She usually made sure to have Gal or another girlfriend close at hand, often disappearing together between scenes to provide her with some much-needed relief.
Gal's surprise appearance and rapid departure had left her hot and bothered, and none of her girlfriends were nearby to help. She didn't even have a change of clothing, although without urgent relief soon, she feared that her pussy would grow through almost any outfit anyway. She was so turned on that she could barely focus.
Natalie Portman was moments away from total disaster.
Fortunately, she had another option: one of her girlfriends operated a nearby massage parlor. Its staff were aware of her secret and able to provide the discreet relief she so frequently needed. She grabbed her bag and rushed to her car.
Arriving at her destination without incident, she hurried across the parking lot into the parlor. She was in a bad way, desperately in need of special attention from her favorite masseuse. If she didn't blow off some steam soon, she knew that she'd risk someone in public discovering her secret.
A cheerful young girl smiled at her from behind the counter.
"Welcome to Madam Emma's massage parlor!" she said.
"Thanks!" Natalie replied, smiling weakly. "I've not seen Emma in two days, and I really can't wait much longer," she said, rubbing her knees together.
"I'm afraid Madam Emma isn't in today," frowned the receptionist. "But worry not, I have availability with someone else. Right this way, please."
Natalie blinked at her.
"Yes... it's just that I've always made sure to schedule with Emma, because of my special condition..." she stammered, trailing off.
"Miss Portman, I assure you that you'll be in good hands. Room number three, please."
Natalie tried a few more weak objections, but her simmering need was now nearly overpowering. Even the risk of someone new learning her secret would be better than having to deal with it alone.
Her simple yoga top was still serviceable, but her stretchy yoga pants had several large holes through which the thick lips of her pussy were visible. An especially large gap allowed the loose folds of her swollen labia to hang lazily around her knees, dripping with hot essence. She hoped her pants would avoid rubbing too much on her sensitive skin, at least for another few moments.
She'd worn this particular outfit to show off for Emma, as well as for a more practical reason: it was quick to remove. Glancing down, she bit her lip as she saw the tattered, soaking wet remains of her pants.
Her hands clasped together in front of her, failing to cover much of her nudity. She hurried ahead, stepping into room number 3 and exhaling with relief.
A thin white curtain divided the room. Natalie's half had little besides a padded massage table. She could see movement through the curtain.
"I'll be right with you!" called a feminine voice with a peculiar accent. "Please lie on your back atop the table, and put on the blindfold."
Natalie pondered for a moment. There was something familiar about that voice...
... but it was awfully hard for her to focus. Her thoughts kept drifting to the warm, wet sensation of her arousal flowing down her legs. If she could get onto the table quickly, she could at least avoid leaving a wet spot on the floor.
She felt her puffy pussy still swelling larger, fighting against the remnants of her pants. She could sense every inch of her delicate flesh, and the growing tightness edged her pleasure ever higher.
Lately, she'd found it difficult to go more than a few hours without indulging herself. It often seemed like her pussy had an agenda of its own, demanding her attention by leaking great volumes of liquid arousal. Even worse, if she didn't attend to herself immediately, her outrageous labia would grow even bigger, as if in protest of her inaction.
During a press tour the previous week, she'd made the mistake of stubbornly ignoring her pussy for the better part of a day. When she finally began pulling and rubbing her long lower lips at bedtime, she was astonished to discover that they'd grown more than halfway to her knees.
The next few hours had been a blur. She'd lost count of her climaxes after the first dozen, and it was late into the evening before she'd finally calmed down enough to realize her pussy had returned to its normal size. Although that night had brought her immense pleasure like none she'd ever known, she still resolved to never again go that long without attending to herself.
Although it had only been a few hours since she'd last lovingly laid into her labia, a glance between her legs confirmed that she was even bigger now than she'd ever seen herself before.
She knew she was in a bad way, teetering on a knife's edge of pleasure, desperately in need of relief. She pondered the blindfold on the massage table.
Emma was discreet, and she'd be sure to hire staff who shared that virtue. Natalie had been a regular client for some time, after all, and had developed trust in Emma's judiciousness.
She waddled to the table, taking care not to brush a leg against her exposed labia, and picked up the blindfold. It was a simple black contoured pad with an elastic strap. She climbed atop the table, carefully lying on her back, and slipped the blindfold over her eyes. The world went dark.
She relaxed her muscles and sunk into the soft fabric. The cushions were comfortable and designed to resist liquids, one of the many conveniences Emma had in place for her.
Her worries began to fade. The excitement of receiving a massage from a mystery masseuse crept into the forefront of her mind, mixing with the heady buzz of her simmering arousal.
