A Chance Meet-Up (Patreon Commission for Wanderer-Rychen)

TAGS: Boobtaur (Yes, Veena), Growth/Expansion, Hyper/Hyper Growth, Big Milk

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Lazing about in the living room wasn’t exactly what Starry had in mind when Veena invited her over to “hang out”, but at least the latter had the bright idea to use the time to milk herself, so it all evened out. Not that the vixen would dare to suggest that she wanted anything lewd to happen, heavens no, but it just so happened that being near someone like that Espeon without going a bit red on the cheeks was… difficult. It wasn’t as if Veena was trying to make it awkward, but her very presence, courtesy of how her body looked, made things exceedingly more scandalous than they had any right to be, something that wasn’t helped by the taur herself occasionally playing into it in order to exacerbate what was already a difficult situation. To say that she was blessed would be an understatement: carrying four pairs of breasts underneath her tauric carriage, along with a further two up top on her regular chest, the Espeon-taur was hard to move around at the best of the times, even when fully drained and at the start of her milking schedule. It was just that she was also extremely productive and prone to bloating with cream at rate far higher than most actual bovines, a fact that she was almost too proud of, and the reason for why there were multiple milking pump arrays installed in her home, a home she couldn’t quite move away from unless she wanted to end up immobilized atop a bed of dairy-stuffed udders. As such, most of her business and pleasure were conducted within her own four walls, including any time she wanted to hang out; for Starry, who was nothing if not painfully mundane to the point of being downright average at times, the sheer difference between herself as the absolute behemoth of a boobtaur next to her made any and all meet-ups a battle between her willpower and her arousal. It didn’t help that Veena was colossal just by herself: nearing ten feet high from the top of her head to the bottom of her paws, and each of her tits being a good three feet wide at their smallest, her entire body exuded the sort of energy that was best reserved only for the sort of horned-up videos that Starry insisted she never saw, nor stored locally on her hard drive when she thought no one was looking. Even better (or worse, depending) was how nonchalant the Espeon was about the whole thing; others might very well ask for some privacy before flopping their tits out and having the suction cups attach to their leaking, engorged nips, but not Veena! She just flumped onto her recliner, had the mechanical arms peel the complex layering of clothes she had on herself, then allowed the machinery to do the rest; perhaps it wasn’t quite a coincidence that she waited until Starry was nice and settled in before doing so, maintaining eye contact throughout the whole process while keeping up polite conversation about whatever topic came to mind. The whole thing lasted little more than a couple of minutes before the milking proper began, but those two minutes were the longest ones of the vixen’s life; to sit there and watch as it happened was beyond description, her body running hotter than it would with a fever as she tried oh so hard to pretend like she didn’t want to throw herself directly into the many milky folds of the boobtaur’s body. Mercifully, this was but first impact; as with all the other times the two of them were together, it was a matter of acclimation, though Starry swore up and down the Espeon was using her psychic abilities to influence her guest into being more agreeable and less outwardly lustful. Veena herself vehemently denied any and all accusations, but always did so with the kind of smile that made it difficult to tell whether she was just being smarmy on purpose to mess with her friend, or actually hiding her true intentions and actions. Regardless of what the case may be, the two of them eventually fell into the typical rut of not-watching television while chatting about whatever came to mind; it was enough to get Starry into the right state of mind where she wouldn’t even notice the rhythmic pumping of the milkers right next to her… and in the right state where she began wondering about the oddest things.

“You think I might be part Nickit?” the vixen mused, grabbing her brushy tail and trying to arrange its tip into a more appropriate shape, “People tell me I look the part all the time.”

“Is it the brown fur?” the Espeon wondered aloud, giggling quietly, “I bet it’s the brown fur.”

“Well, that, plus, you know” - Starry raised both her hands, accentuating the darker fur on them before pointing towards the same pattern visible on her exposed paws - “that and the mask around the eyes, even if sometimes I get people saying I’m part raccoon instead just to mess with me.”

“I think you’d know if you were part Pokémon, Starry,” Veena replied, chuckling to herself quietly at the mere thought that her friend would actually think that to be true.

“Well, how do you know if I would know?” the vixen fired back indignantly.

“Well, let’s go down the list, then” - the Espeon turned to face Starry, crossing her arms over her topmost bust - “Can you tell whether or not you have levels?”

“What?”

“Do you know what your stats are? Baseline, current, and which ones go up faster?”

“Veena, what the fuck are you o-”

“What about moves? Do you know any special moves?”

Starry hesitated. From the look on her face, she clearly wanted to keep protesting what she saw as a ridiculous line of questioning, yet at the same time she had the perfect opportunity for a dumb joke just given to her on a silver platter, and she wasn’t about to waste it. With a smile, she straightened her back, looked Veena straight in the eyes, and replied confidently:

“Well, Hook seems to think so!”

Veena snorted immediately, having to look away to keep herself from giggling too hard. Even when she did speak, it was with significant and clear difficulty, having to stop from breaking into a loud cackling whenever her mind grazed the absurdity of what Starry had just said.

“Not those, but… g-good effort, sure, why not?” - yet more giggles - “Listen, all of what I just said? It just sorta comes naturally when you’re one of us; I can’t explain it any more than you can explain how you breathe without realizing it, but it’s true. On the other hand, if you’re part Nickit, maybe you just inherited the type-advantages and nothing else… hmm, if that’s the case, then you’d be classified as a Dark type, I think, which would make you resistant to Psychic-type moves, like the ones I have! Ready to have it tested out?”

“Wait, what ar-”

“Good, fantastic, hold still.”

Starry didn’t even have the time to get a single word out before she felt her whole world being turned upside down, tugged on by invisible strings as Veena, seemingly effortlessly, levitated her up from the couch. The vixen did get plenty of yelping done though, that much was for certain; indeed, if the neighbors weren’t already used to those sorts of noises coming from the Espeon’s apartment, owing to her prodigious and rather head-tilting amount of entries in her little black book, they might’ve wondered what was happening. Instead, the few who still cared enough to be able to listen shrugged and took another step on the long road to simply tuning out whatever came from within that apartment, carrying on with their day just like Veena carried on with her; smiling like an idiot, the boobtaur eventually put her friend down, crumpled and upside-down, with Starry having to tumble over herself just to find where the ground was.

“See, this is why you’re not part Nickit,” Veena capped off, giggling quietly to herself, “but if you’d like, I can offer you some Rare Candy, I heard it has wonderful effects outside Pokémon physiology!”

“Like what?” Starry eventually replied, grumpy and pouty from the sudden lesson in psychic anti-gravity, “Will it make me resistant to being pulled in the fucking air?”

“No, but it’ll do something like this. Just watch.”

Veena snapped her fingers, and with that simple gesture a small panel slid open on the ceiling directly above her. From it descended a small plate on a platter, almost like a dumbwaiter of sorts, one that had not food, but several pieces of wrapped candy on it. Starry had heard of those things, though very little of what they were supposed to actually do; she knew they made Pokémon more powerful, but apart from that generalization, she didn’t have much in the way of clues. Veena, however, seemed more than happy to demonstrate, as she quickly plucked one of the snacks, unwrapped it to reveal what appeared to be a perfectly mundane chocolate bar, then down it in one go. For a few brief moments, nothing happened; Starry was beginning to convince herself that all changes were internal, impossible to see for someone like herself, maybe even something like those “stats” or “levels” that Veena had mentioned. After those brief moments were done, however, the reality of it set in and Starry was given a front row seat to what it was like for the Espeon to have an unfortunate bloating incident. She’d also heard about those, and in far more detail than was perhaps necessary, given how much Veena liked to go on at length about things she enjoyed doing; the vixen had heard all about the tightness, the milky overload, the scent of dairy permeating the air as the very essence of it was sublimated into the atmosphere, everything really. She’d heard of it, and for years she dreamed of being able to see one for its full duration; now, out of nowhere, apropos of nothing in particular, Starry sat there, staring sideways at Veena as their multiple sets of udders began bloating, their contents slorshing aggressively as the suction cups struggled to remain fixed to their increasingly larger teats. The machinery hidden behind the walls whirred into action, presumably having detected a much larger and powerful flow, yet even then there were already multiple splotches of milk adorning the ground, courtesy of the vacuum seal having been broken by a combination of size and productivity. The whole room seemed to shake under the sudden encroachment of multiple swelling udders, yet Veena herself looked to be about as unfazed by everything going on with her body as one could possibly be: her warm, soft smile was still there, her eyes were still focused on Starry’s, and after a point, she even leaned forward onto her own busts to give the smaller vixen a pat on the head. All of this and more took place in just a measly thirty or so seconds, even if it felt significantly longer for the visitor, who had to sit there and watch as her friend grew so much larger, so much fuller, so much more productive; the poor pumps had their work cut out for them after each breast swelled to nearly five feet in diameter, with an accompanying upgrade to their innate dairiness. What was worse, Veena herself didn’t say anything afterwards; the whole thing might’ve been slightly more bearable had the Espeon deigned to offer a single comment, even if a trite one, just to break apart the spell and return to some semblance of normality. Anything, even just a dumb joke, would’ve sufficed; instead, the taur reached for the plate again, procuring yet another piece of candy… and offering it to Starry instead of taking it for herself.

“I can’t promise you that it’ll do the same,” she did comment, keeping her voice at just the right tone and volume that the vixen didn’t notice the obvious psychic manipulation taking place behind it, “but it’ll absolutely do something, and I’m sure you’re dying to know what that is, aren’t you darling?”

She was. She absolutely was. Starry didn’t even think before reaching out for the little piece of chocolate, salivating profusely as she fantasized about what might happen once she, too, swallowed it in one go. Bigger, fuller tits? A rounder, plumper ass? The best damn tauric body she could show off to Hook once she got back home, assuming that was something he (or herself) was into? Who knew, really? Who but herself, who took the candy in her hands and promptly shoved it into her mouth, barely chewing it before swallowing the overly sweet treat with a long, contented sigh afterwards. And again, for a while, nothing happened… a long while. A longer while than what had happened with Veena, certainly, enough that Starry began wondering whether she wouldn’t be getting anything herself; maybe the candies didn’t work on non-Pokémon, not only denying her the right to have her body grow, but the fantasy of believing herself to be at least partly like her tauric friend. For a long while, she sat there staring at her tits, practically daring them to grow, just one or two moments away from outright verbalizing this… before it hit her. A sense of overwhelming pressure, one focused in her inner core, right around where her heart should be, forcing her eyes open in fright as she panicked at the prospect of some kind of candy-induced heart attack; Starry’s head snapped towards Veena, who disturbingly enough had a wide, almost predatory smile stamped on their face, their eyes glinting at whatever was happening as the tauress clearly enjoyed every moment of it. The pressure rose, spreading through her front, threatening to overtake the rest of her… until it started focusing on two very specific parts of Starry’s anatomy. The vixen couldn’t believe it, and indeed refused to for the first few moments after it became obvious: the sight of her shirt stretching wasn’t real, it was just her imagining things because she wanted it to happen and wouldn’t take no for an answer. The warmth, the fullness, even the sloshing coming from very close by were not hers, but Veena’s, and she was merely feeling it because… some reason, she hadn’t quite figured out how to rationalize that away. Nor would she, as the side of her that balked at the notion of pretending like everything was fine had begun shouting very loudly, in defiance of the vixen apparently deciding the best course of action was to not indulge in the growth as much as possible. It became harder to ignore it, as it assimilated more and more of Starry’s subsconscious before pulling an outright hijack, forcing itself into her frontal conscious mind and pushing the old, more conservative vixen into the hole where they belonged. Now there was a new Starry there, one that looked down upon her bust and, rather than trying to come up with convoluted explanations as to why it wasn’t actually there, instead reveled in how big it was getting. Big, and full as well; it wasn’t just a matter of size, but her tits were filling up with milk as well, at least judging by how much heavier they were getting even while their size only picked up slowly. Soon enough they were pushing the fabric on her shirt far enough for it to start straining the integrity of the fabric itself, and from there it was a short step to the first few tears being opened, the sounds filling the air almost as much as the overtaxed milk pumps still working away on Veena’s many busts. Veena herself still held her gaze, looking about as disinterested as she did fascinated in an odd mixture of confusing emotions that left Starry feeling conflicted between wanting to beg the Espeon for help and slapping them in the face for their insolence. Unfortunately for her, there wasn’t much the vixen could do once the pleasure strikes began in earnest, the electrical jolts firing up her spine with such intensity that it was really no wonder she ended up on her knees and on the ground within a couple of short minutes. It was the weight, Starry kept telling herself, the weight of her two breasts as they filled up, and not at all because she wanted to feel what it was like to have the space between herself and the ground filled by her soft, milk-stuffed bust. Not at all because her legs were quivering and her knees shaking, or her voice was trembling whenever she dared attempt to speak up. It was just the weight… until, of course, it absolutely was. It happened quickly enough that Starry didn’t notice the shift taking place: one moment she was making excuses for herself, the next she was legitimately stuck to the ground and incapable of pulling herself back up on account of her tits being full enough that they refused to be lifted from the ground. She did try and make eye contact with Veena, hoping perhaps that this would get the taur to do something… which it did, though not exactly in the way Starry would’ve hoped. Some help would’ve been appreciated, and indeed the Espeon “helped” in the sense that they relieved some of the pressure the vixen was feeling, but, as befitted the mistress of the house, they did so in a way that best benefitted them above all others: by clapping their hands and summoning a couple of extra milking tubes, both of which were rapidly, and suspiciously effectively plugged directly onto Starry’s engorged and already-leaking nips. The vixen thus had about a second or two before the next step of claps came, activating the machinery itself and more or less forcing her brain to hard reboot when the sensory overload made its way to it. Now, Starry had fantasized about being milked several times in the past; in fact, if she were honest with herself, she’d admit to doing so far more often than she admitted even to Hook, mostly when she was alone in the bathroom and could take her shirt off to imagine all sorts of torrid scenarios without anyone getting in her way. So to watch it happen, and so unceremoniously as well, was… conflicting. Part of her wanted it to “mean” something, in the sense that it should’ve happened with a little bit more gravitas and significance, while the rest of her was just happy that she was finally getting milked, and with a pair of breasts big enough to justify it! The latter half very rapidly overtook the former, especially when the pumps refused to stop working no matter how much milk they siphoned out of her; perhaps the worst aspect of it all was that, be it through the Rare Candy’s effects or some random effect of her own biology, Starry didn’t look like she was stopping at any point. Sure, those like Veena had a tendency to overproduce, but they were hypers, and extremely well-endowed ones to boot; Starry herself might have had her occasional growth episodes, but her regular form was nothing if not… well, regular. So to have her milk production suddenly skyrocket like it had, and with two pumps attached to her as well, was enough to leave her well and truly insensate, enough so that she missed what was actually being done with the milk coming out of her. Typically, anything drained via the pumps would just be dumped into the holding tanks underneath the house; Veena was very particular in how she handled her excess productivity, especially considering how much of it there usually was, and never allowed any of it to be flushed out the same way water would, for instance. But for the two tubes draining Starry, the destination was not the same as the ones still attached to the Espeon; rather, the hostess had activated a very particular set, one meant to be used only for very special occasions, ones exactly such as that one. With a snap of her fingers, Veena opened another panel on the ceiling, not unlike the one that delivered the plate of candies just minutes prior. The plate lowered towards the Espeon, however, had upon it something different: a bottle. A bottle filled with a thick, white fluid, not unlike the one being pumped out of Starry on a rhythmic basis; perhaps, if the vixen had been more in control of herself, she would’ve noticed this, would’ve noticed how Veena carelessly took the bottle, then unashamedly chugged its contents like they were going out of style, a thin trickle of dairy flowing down her chin and dripping onto her topmost bust… a bust that almost instantly afterwards began to fill up. It apparently hit Veena about as hard as the candy had hit Starry, at least judging from how quickly her eyes bulged out and she sputtered out whatever milk was still in her mouth; looking down, it was clear the taur was not expecting what happened next, which, allied with her low mumbling that sounded suspiciously like a long series of “Oh god!”s, made it clear that, for once, she was experiencing something novel. For Starry, however, all she saw was the already-colossal set of mammaries the boobtaur sported bloating even further, taking up enough space on the ground that they began encroaching upon her, threatening to push her aside in their apparently unstoppable advance. The gurgling and sloshing coming from within them crescendo’d to a climax before staying there and refusing to come back down, aggressively rumbling until the air in the room seemed to tremble with the vibrations coming out of that increasingly more colossal titstack; no matter how much the pumps worked, no matter how much cream they struggled to transport, there was always at least twice as much ready to be delivered, then thrice, then so much more until it was no longer feasible to even begin to assume the Espeon could be contained. Seconds, that’s all it took for her tits to bloat up to nearly eight foot across, eight feet of stuffed dairy production of a level so ludicrous that Veena had actually reached something of a critical tipping point: she couldn’t output properly. Her teats were large, yes, big enough that most people wouldn’t be able to fit them in their mouth, but unfortunately for her, they weren’t enough to help relieve all the pressure from inside her, causing more and more milk to remain backed-up and force her to grow further as a result. And though this process did eventually stabilize when her inherent productivity wound down to levels that could actually be controlled, by that point each of her tits was nearly ten feet across, and the poor boobtaur was stuck sideways and almost buried by a row of busts of such immense weight that she could barely even breathe… all while Starry looked on, transfixed, stuck between wanting to reach out and grab the tiddy and dealing with her own problems closer to home. The vixen wasn’t nearly as large as her friend was, and still only possessed of a single pair, but that one singular bust was more than enough to keep her pinned down, being about as wide in its entirety as Starry herself was tall, and about three time as heavy, if not even more! The pumps, thankfully, were still functional, even if this only did more harm than good; it felt as if her being drained was actively making her produce more, presumably as a result of her body feeling like it had to overcorrect by producing even more dairy to fill her back up, since clearly her default state should be nothing short of “absolutely stuffed”. Now, why exactly the Espeon beside her was groaning and moaning like someone was doing unspeakable things to her, Starry had no clue, but she wasn’t about to ask any questions, not when she could be doing something more productive, like rocking back and forth atop her tits in order to further stimulate milk production by way of draining herself faster. It soon became an automatic reflex, with the vixen not having to think about moving her legs for them to do all the work in her stead, moving her in soft, gentle motions at a rhythm that closely resembled that of her heartbeat. One inch at a time, one push at a time, she used her weight to press down on her bust and force the dairy out, giving her breasts more reason to fill up faster in order to keep up with the demand. The result? An ever-expanding set of tits that only ever bent her spine further, at least until Starry finally decided to get back on her feet and start living the dream of having a bed of breasts of her very own, one that only grew fuller with each second that ticked by. And as it grew fuller, so too did Veena moan louder, especially when she tried forcing herself back into something resembling a proper seating position; she obviously couldn’t reach the ground anymore, but she could at least try to place her tits directly beneath her, serving as a throne of sorts. It took a significant amount of effort, not to mention a whole lot of dangerous rumbling and groaning as the wall next to her and the ceiling above her head were used for leverage as the taur tilted herself sideways, a lumbering tree falling upwards with a long, heaving sigh; Veena’s cheeks were bright red, contrasting wonderfully with her soft purple fur, and with the sheer amount of sweat pouring down her whole form, one could be forgiven for thinking she’d just run a marathon rather than simply straightened herself out from a sideways sitting position. Then again, with that amount of boob underneath and in front of her, perhaps she could be excused… though the sudden look of greedy thirst stamped on her face the moment she looked down at Starry was, perhaps, less excusable. The Espeon didn’t even say anything; instead, she clapped her hands and produced a series of mechanical arms from the walls, leaving the vixen wondering if there was a specific pattern to her claps or if the taur was using her psychic abilities and keeping the gestures for the dramatic flair alone. Whatever the case, the long-inadequate pumps barely attached to the tips of Veena’s nips were removed, and a new set procured and installed in just a handful of seconds, perfectly plugging the Espeon up and leaving her ready for yet another round. Because she was going for another round, and there was nothing that Starry could do to stop her, not now that she herself was immobilized by size and paralyzed by pleasure overload. A small part of her, the tiny shred of sanity she still had left, was screaming at the vixen to stop and turn back before it was too late; the rest of her, however, gleefully shouted at her to throw herself off the cliff harder and forget about ever having any kind of self-control whatsoever. Hadn’t she already gotten that far? Weren’t her tits already so bloated that she couldn’t even move properly? Why turn around and try to undo this if it was exactly what she wanted, especially with her friend Veena being so gleeful about the whole process as well? The Espeon was even raving about her, saying something about her milk having “amazing properties” and making comments about Rare Candy that went entirely above Starry’s head; clearly, her lactic produce must be of superior quality, or else why would the taur look so happy after drinking some of it? Why else would Veena look so giddy when she summoned yet another glass bottle filled with cream, that time being careful enough to drink it down one small gulp at time so she could feel herself bloat even harder than before? Heavens above, the room was warm, so much more than it had been before, and yet all Starry could think about was how much hotter she wanted it to be, how much more heat she needed in there to truly drive up whatever it was she was feeling: pleasure? Bliss? A divine form of ecstasy? Hard to tell really, given the mixture of sensations coming from every form of sense she had, coupled with the overwhelming pressure within her bust. At least she had her own milking pumps to keep her safe and sound… even if she was still bloating no matter how much cream was pumped out of her. Even if Veena, too, was growing far in excess to what she usually did; something about “liquified rare candy!”, delivered with an enthusiastic note at the end and throughout, leading to the whole room being increasingly filled with Espeon boob, the ground flooded with a thickening layer of dairy that only ever seemed to get higher, no matter how loudly the milking machines ran.

That was fine though. She was fine. More than fine, in fact, judging by how warm and fuzzy her body was, how warm and fuzzy Veena was, and just how high the milk coating was getting. Soon enough there wouldn’t be any room left that wasn’t touched by the lactic blessing that was both of their brands of milk, seeing as even the enlarged pumps weren’t enough to keep Veena fully contained any longer. And it wouldn’t be long before Starry herself needed an upgrade, only to then eventually outgrow that one as well, going upwards and upwards until there wasn’t much left of the room besides one giant pool of milk growing ever higher and waiting to burst into the outside world. And she, Starry, would grow; grow and be bountiful, and milky, and big, and all-encompassing, and when Hook got to see her, then goodness would he be surprised. He’d jump right into the middle of those milkers and never leave, which was perfectly fine by her as far as Starry was concerned. Warmth and marshmallow, forever… or at least for as long as the candy’s effects lasted.

Whichever came first.