It seemed like ages since the long line of cars had moved even an inch. In the hot hot sun it felt like each car was its own personal oven, cooking well in the baking summer heat. This traffic jam was no ordinary one, and showed no signs of stopping any time soon.
Worse still was the huge bus that was stuck at what seemed to be the very epicenter of it. A bus ferrying a winning college football team, the Minotaurs, after their big win. They had left early in the morning, and now it was midday with no sign of them moving at all. Not that the collection of testosterone overdosed guys seemed to care as they caused a ruckus in the back, throwing toilet rolls and various other goods they “borrowed” from the hotel in celebration of their victory.
Maria Cruz couldn't stand it, she had been told this would be an easy gig but now she had to ferry some barely controllable young men while their coach sat it all out due to a “headache”.
Maria was the bus driver, a woman of considerable experience and coming up on her retirement. At 60 years old time had not been kind to her, often mistaken for a woman ten years older. With her wrinkles and grey hair cut short she was far from the kind of woman these guys would go for and she was grateful for it. With passengers like this who could blame her for aging so badly. Not to mention the AC was out so it was as hot as hell.
They hadn't all been bad of course. There was one sweet boy who seemed to be treated as the team's gopher. A rather weak looking thing that was forced to carry their equipment and from what she could see inside the bus generally act as their punching bag and prank victim. Maria sighed, she wished she could help that young man, but all her attempts to silence or stop then fell on deaf ears.
The one thing she was thankful for was the driver area of the bus being soundproof. This bus was actually quite fancy, with a door to the interior she could close to cut off all of the noise. Generally it was used in case the group she was carrying wanted to do some impromptu karaoke without disturbing the driver. This college was apparently fancy enough to afford that.
One last look at a hulking tackle giving that sweet young man a “playful” noogie was enough to make Maria want to take her mind off of things.
“The radio…” she said. She always liked radio better than music playlists. It felt…comfier in her mind.
She spun the dials to try and find a good radio station, but much to her dismay there was nothing but static. Too much interference or heat or whatever. She randomly fiddled with the knobs, hoping that she'd pick up something that would get her mind off of this constant traffic. She managed to pick up the slightly tinny, fuzzy sound of a woman's voice saying something. She quickly managed to tune it it properly and heard a bombastic woman speaking through the speakers of her dashboard.
“Yo yo yo it's ya gurl DJ Cowtits here bringin’ y'all the freshest pasturized beats!”
There was a sound of a bell clanging and loud moos. Maria wondered if she had somehow tuned to some kind of comedy skit. Seeing no other real entertainment could be picked up she decided to listen to this just a little more.
“Awww yeah. It's hot and heavy so grab a fresh cool glass from the fridge and get ready for tunes that'll make ‘em swell!”
This certainly was a bizarre station, Maria figured that at least she'd have something funny to tell the other gals when she got back. There was also those odd bouncing and sloshing sounds that didn't appear to be coming from the mic and not from the stock radio sounds. Maria frowned, this skit was getting a little too…risque for a woman her age. She reached over to see if she could find something else when-
“Hey hey don't touch that dial coz next up is a fresh new artist with their hit single “Big ‘n Milky”!”
Maria raised an eyebrow and paused, she had never heard of a song like that. Not that she kept up with the music of the youth today. She was about to try and change the channel again when a pulsing pop beat suddenly began to blast from the speakers. Maria felt a shiver run down her spine as the music caused her very soul to quiver.
The singer began to sing in Spanish accented English about her breasts. About how big they were and about how many liters they could produce. It seemed that every chorus made the tits bigger, with more and more milk being produced. It was an utterly bizarre song, yet somehow Maria found herself becoming more and more entranced by it.
As she listened, her skin seemed to tighten up. Wrinkles slowly began to disappear, laughter lines faded away as crows feet were gone. Her slightly gnarled hands became smoother, her skin gaining the youthful tan she had so long ago. All the while Maria squirmed in her seat as the sensation became more and more pleasurable.
Joints that once creaked and groaned became more and more flexible. Her eyes began to brighten going from dull grey to a vibrant blue. Her hair started to grow and darken, wispy grey locks becoming thick and lustrous black curls. She couldn't stop herself from tossing the now massive head of hair she now had. Every single one of these changes felt better than any orgasm the men she had been with had tried to give her. Without thinking Maria let out a giggle.
“Ooooh…I feel so…bien~” Maria found herself purring. She had not spoken much Spanish since coming to America, but now that her youth had returned so had her mother tongue. Her accent, once completely naturalised, now had the exotic twang she had come here with.
Yet somehow she didn't look like her old, bookish self. As Maria's body changed and smoothed out every line and imperfection she looked more like a hot latina bombshell from some south of the border tourists wet dreams. She continued to squirm in her seat as her old uniform creaked and groaned under more changes.
“Dios mio…what is happening to me?” Maria muttered in a horny fevor.
Her pants creaked as her once flat and wrinkled bottom became perfect and round. Her cheeks swelled until tears revealed parts of her brown, perfect booty. Her hips and thighs grew to match until she was noticeably bottom heavy. She let out another moan as deep inside her, menopause reversed itself and her womb began to kick into overdrive.
All the while her face was gaining more and more changes. All little imperfections were being smoothed out as her lips began to swell slightly. Soon even she most plastic of the Minotaur's cheerleaders couldn't compete with the fat pink lips on her face.
“I-I need to…Necesito apagar la radio…” Maria said, her voice gone from a clipped authoritative tone to a high pitched bimboish sort of cadence. She tried turning the knobs, but nothing worked the radio station remained the same.
“Oh…oh mierda!” Maria cried out of both frustration for her predicament…and because of the sensation that had reached her chest.
She looked down and saw that the smart blue uniform she wore to drive the bus was creaking. A sensation like a pair of warm hands massaging her chest came over her, and she could feel them press against her clothes. She panted and moaned as her buttons began to creak. She almost didn't hear the lyrics of the song as her breasts swelled and swelled, caramel brown cleavage peeking out from between the buttons. Maria wanted it to stop…yet it felt so good she wanted it to keep going!
Her breasts were feeling heavy, like they were filling with…something. Her once saggy and wrinkled breasts were now taut and feeling more and more full by the second. She had already surpassed what she had been in her twenties twice over and still going. Her tight top was slowly losing buttons as the sensation of her breasts being full began to overtake all her other senses.
No…no just full
BIG
PING PING
AND
WOBBLE WOBBLE
MILKY
Her massive breasts burst out of her top, bouncing cartoonishly as dribbles of milk began to flow from them. Feeling what could only be called the best orgasm of her entire life Maria realised she was making a noise with her mouth. A soft low noise that got louder and louder as she sank back into her seat.
“M-moooooooooo~” Maria said. Her pupils dilated and she cocked her head dumbly as her brainpower dimmed. She giggled as she heard a popping sound on her head as a pair of small cute horns appeared, there was another pop as a tufted tail appeared behind her.
Maria sat there, her tits dripping with milk as she tried to think about…anything really. Her boobs felt so big and so heavy now though, she really hoped a big strong bull was around to help drain her…maybe she could think again. Oh well, at least the music was fun.
“Yoooo I bet that got ya'll nice and full huh? Well I got some tunes comin’ up that'll turn ya'll into dairy queens! So don't go anywhere ya hear?”
Wed May 14 08:36:41 2025
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