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 popular 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 gigantic 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 popular 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 gigantic 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 willing 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 find 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 typical 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 withstand 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.

She couldn’t believe how turned on she was. The heat between her legs was still building, accompanied by more joyful tingles that signaled her labia were still growing even longer.

The curtain whooshed open. With her eyes closed, her other senses were sharpened, and her world contained little but her building arousal. She heard gentle footsteps and sensed a presence at her side.

“My, look at you! I can tell you need some special attention today,” said the voice, in its curious accent.

Natalie grinned and nodded behind her blindfold.

“I do. But you’ll have to forgive me, I’m just a little excited to be with someone new.”

She heard more gentle footsteps and smelled a sweet jasmine perfume.

“Don’t you worry. I promise it will be wonderful,” said the voice, pausing for emphasis. “I’m going to take care of every inch of you, from head to toe!”

Natalie was sure she recognized that voice, but she couldn’t put her finger on it quite yet. Despite her curiosity, she put the wondered out of her mind, sighing happily and relaxing further into the soft cushions.

The girl started rubbing Natalie’s ears in gentle circles. Natalie smiled and let out a low hum.

“I can tell you’ve got a lot of stress all pent-up inside you,” said the girl in a soft voice. “Especially around here.”

She was rubbing around Natalie’s jawline, now and then brushing a finger across Natalie’s lips. Natalie grinned, enjoying the gentle touch.

“Mmm. I sure do,” she agreed.

“Then we must begin right here,” said the voice, with the faintest hint of what Natalie wondered might be a giggle. Natalie resolved to play along, for now.

There was a sudden warmth on her face. The masseuse was brushing her lips ever so softly against Natalie’s. They were almost kissing, but the girl pulled away after a brief moment. Natalie gasped.

“Stick out your tongue, Miss Portman, as far as you can,” said the girl. “It’s essential.”

Natalie nodded behind her blindfold and did just that, stretching her tongue out and up as far as she could.

“Perfect,” said the masseuse. “Now I will massage your tongue.”

Natalie felt her tongue being slurped into the girl’s mouth. She was impressed by the strong suction. The girl started sliding her lips up and down the length of Natalie’s tongue and bobbing her head, rapidly pumping Natalie’s tongue in and out of her mouth.

This was an unusual therapy, Natalie wondered, but she had to admit it had its intended effect. She felt immediately relaxed, even as her simmering arousal kept building from the intimate attention to her tongue.

After one particularly hard suck, Natalie felt her labia surge bigger and release a gush of liquid down her legs. A wet spot was growing around her on the table. The liquid pooled along her torso, a deliciously warm and wet sensation on the exposed skin of her midriff.

“And now,” the girl breathed, “I kiss your lips.”

Their lips melted together, forming a wet seal around their mouths, only to break and re-form again a moment later.

Natalie was feeling frisky and increasingly turned on. She nipped playfully at the other girl’s tongue, trying to suck it into her mouth to demonstrate her gratitude.

The girl was too fast for her and pulled away, then giggled and returned, kissing Natalie’s lips once again. Natalie’s senses were on edge behind her blindfold. Her arousal was burning hotter. It was all she could do to keep from sliding both hands past the tight waistband of her pants, towards the object of her desire…

Her fantasy was interrupted when their kiss was suddenly broken. The girl pulled away, and Natalie heard the gentle rustle of clothing.

“I’m afraid your tongue will need much more stimulation. I have just the tool,” said the girl, her voice briefly muffled. “Now, remain still and keep your tongue extended.”

Natalie felt the table shift. Warm, firm flesh pressed on both of her shoulders.

“I’m going to rub an applicator device along your tongue. Just relax,” said the voice, which now sounded as if it were coming from directly above.

Natalie felt the warmth move onto her face and neck. There was a most delectable new smell, mixing in her nose with the masseuse’s jasmine perfume. It was a heady mix that was at once immediately familiar, turning her on even more.

The warmth on her skin increased as she sensed the device drawing closer. The masseuse again called down from above.

“Are you ready? Keep that tongue out!”

“Mmm!” Natalie hummed around her extended tongue.

The warm fleshiness that had been squeezing around her — no doubt part of the device, she reasoned — started shifting. Warm flesh pressed gently on her once again, this time on either side of her face.

It was a peculiar sensation, Natalie wondered. What manner of device was this?

She didn’t have much time to ponder, as her tongue soon plunged into a hot, slippery space. Immediately she felt her muscle being caressed and gently squeezed by the walls of the device.

The device seemed to be dripping liquids. Its excess rolled down her cheeks onto the cushion below. Maybe it was mis-calibrated? This was most unusual, she wondered.

She spread her lips wide and began to pull away, withdrawing her tongue. At that very moment, though, some excess liquid found its way into her open mouth. She froze with her tongue still buried deep in the warm fleshiness above.

The taste was hot, sticky, and amazingly delicious. It was uncannily familiar, just as there was something she couldn’t place about her mystery masseuse. It was on the tip of her tongue…

…but she was unable to focus on much of anything right now. There was something quite relaxing about the delicious warmth enveloping her tongue and radiating across her face.

The girl’s voice called to her from above.

“I’m… mmm! Just… lowering the device a little further.”

She sounded as if she were straining with effort. Natalie imagined it must be difficult to operate the device.

The fleshiness spread across Natalie’s face from nose to chin. It was pleasantly warm and smelled even more amazing than before. It soon began moving, sliding up and down and side to side, spreading its sticky liquids over Natalie’s nose, across her cheeks, and into her open mouth.

Her tongue was still being squeezed, although with an irregular rhythm — perhaps another mis-calibration of the device, she wondered.

As peculiar as this was, she had to admit it was helping her to calm down, although her arousal was still simmering. The tightness in her pants felt incredible on her swollen labia. She started wiggling her tongue, doing her best to explore deep inside the reassuring warmth of the device.

This seemed to have an immediate effect on the masseuse. A surprised gasp reached Natalie’s ears.

A puzzle was slowly assembling itself inside Natalie’s mind. She withdrew her tongue and leaned away.

“What kind of device–” she started to say, but caught herself when she felt the shock of cool air on her skin. The warmth around her head was suddenly gone.

She was alone in the cold darkness, hot with unexpressed need. She reached with both hands towards her blindfold.

Her wrists were immediately caught and held together in the firm grip of one of the girl’s hands. A chuckle reached her ears from above.

“Ah-ah! Not yet. One final massage for your mouth,” teased the girl in her lilting accent.

“Very well,” Natalie replied, feeling her wrists released. She brushed her brown curls behind her ears, then lowered her arms back to her sides.

There was still her arousal, buzzing at the forefront of her mind, although she was glad to have kept it in check so far. She didn’t often get this turned on unless she was playing with herself or one of her girlfriends.

The girl spoke from close by her side.

“Open wide! I’m going to place the applicator in your mouth.”

Natalie opened her mouth, which was quickly filled with a warm fleshy mass. She rolled her tongue along it, feeling a long, hard nub at its tip. She had barely given it a single suck when it began spraying warm liquid into her hungry mouth.

The taste was delicate, sweet, and at once immediately familiar. She sucked again, swallowing a large mouthful of its delicious bounty. There could be no mistaking it.

She turned her head to the side, swallowing to clear her mouth.

“I’d recognize this taste anywhere!” she gasped. “Gal, is that you?”