Duality - Chapter 19 (Novel Commission for Code-Shark101)

TAGS: Anthro, Transformation/TF, Slice-Of-Life, Milk/Lactation, BE, Hyper, F/F

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Before things could get too out of hand, Rue opted to step in and make the best out of a potentially disastrous set of circumstances for everyone involved, by getting the human half of the couple to sit down in the same room that Linda had been wheeled over in order to be milked down to size. Predictably, neither woman was at all bothered by the rhythmic pumping of the dairy machinery, though both of their cheeks were quite a bit redder than usual; Adams had to admire the ease with which they kept their composure, though she could only assume most of it banked on Linda’s sudden shocking return to reality. The therapist sighed, not really knowing where to start; both sides had valid concerns and things to work on, but not only did the panda’s session cut through a significant chunk of her shift, the damages would probably get the Board of Directors riding her ass the moment they caught wind of them. It was imperative that they find out a way to solve this problem and quickly.

“After going through all the available… data,” Rue began, once more choosing to think things through about four or five times before saying them out loud, “I am reasonably convinced that there might be a psychological component to the… issues that the both of you have been experiencing, most likely as a result of a chemical imbalance derived from both the genetic alterations and the consequences thereof. Therefore, it is my honest belief that, going forward, the best way to handle this will be to both carry on with individual therapy sessions while exploring the possibility of couple’s therapy… assuming we can find someone qualified for it that’ll accept the unique challenge,” she was quick to add, “and additionally, I believe both of you, especially Linda, would benefit from the use of psychoactive medication in order to best control your uh… impulses, let’s put it that way.”

She was expecting some resistance, but found none; both women were clearly too tired of their own problems to even think about complaining. Beth in particular was still looking at Linda as if she might explode at any moment, clearly wanting to hold onto her and never let go; unsurprising, given that the first thing she saw when arriving at the facility was her chosen partner being bigger than she’d ever been, dragged away on top of a wheeled platform in order to get milked. The panda gal, meanwhile, was still trying to process everything that had happened from the start of her appointment until that very moment, successfully holding her other, lustful self at bay for the time being.

“As a positive note,” Rue noted, wanting to swing things around, “Linda has made substantial progress in regards to controlling her urges and I believe that we’ve discovered a few things that will make our work together a lot easier than it could’ve been. Can I trust you to take these lessons home with you, Linda?”

The panda gal nodded and mumbled something incomprehensible, before looking aside at Beth and nearly melting at the sight of the warm smile she was being given. Her own face broke out in a goofy grin, and were it not for the difficulty in turning her torso around, it was evident she would’ve given her lover the greatest, biggest hug she could muster. Still happy, Linda turned towards her therapist and nodded once again, this time more confidently, before proudly declaring:

“I’ll do my best!”

Rue chortled, letting out a small snort when the capstone to their entire conversation were those four words. Not like she could demand much more of the panda, not with the kind of psychological stress they were under; it was for that reason that Rue politely asked if she could have a word with Beth on her own, then walked out and waited for the human woman on the other side of the door while Linda got comfortable having her breasts being drained once again. Beth herself looked at Rue with equal parts concern and shock; the good doctor hadn’t changed since their close encounter with the panda’s bosom, so not only were her clothes crumpled and torn in places, but drenched and smelling of dried milk, blotches and patches covering most of them. Her hair was a mess and she was still having trouble standing properly, her back hurting something fierce. Beth would’ve asked if she was alright, but given what had happened, figured it best not to poke at the subject unless directly asked to.

“I’m fine, no need to ask,” Rue pointed out, sounding genuine in that second part, “it was hard to get things under control, but I believe we’ve made some actual progress with Linda in regards to their… slight inability to control themselves. It’s more than likely an hormonal issue, so we’ll be issuing some depressants and seeing how those act, then adjusting the dosage until we hit the sweet spot. I need you to understand this isn’t an exact science; even with the best of patients, it’s hard to get the correct dosing on the first try, and given Linda’s body seems to be in a perpetual state of turmoil…”

“What do you need me to do?” Beth asked, cutting to the chase.

“We need you to be there for her,” Rue replied, nodding and relieved that her other patient was at least understanding of what was being asked for her, “we cannot predict how Linda will react to the medication, but it’s likely it won’t be easy on her, especially once the effect begin to take hold. All that we ask is that you make sure she takes them as prescribed, and immediately contact us if anything especially out of the ordinary happens or she starts to feel significantly worse. Best case scenario, we’re still only looking at any appreciable changes within a few weeks, so you’ll still need to put in the effort to keep things running smoothly on a daily basis.”

“And the sessions?”

“We’ll schedule them before you leave. I’d like to have you both here at least once a week for your individual appointments; we can think about couple’s therapy later.”

Beth continued to stare at her for a long while, her arms crossed, her face stony and unreadable. Whatever was on her mind, Rue couldn’t read any of it… at least until the young woman lunged forward and wrapped her arms around the doctor’s neck, holding her tightly as she muttered the words “Thank you” over and over again. Though initially surprised, and left in a bit of an awkward position, Rue eventually softened enough to reply in kind, and the two women once again held one another until Beth got all of the tears out of her system.

“What about me?” she eventually asked, wiping her eyes, “I feel like I should probably get something too?”

“Your case is a bit more… complex” - Rue rubbed the back of her head, trying to think of a way to break it to Beth that didn’t sound like she had no clue what to do herself - “we’re not talking about any genetic modification on your end, so whatever it is, it’s most likely exposure to her milk, or at least that’s the hypothesis,” she was quick to note, wanting to divert attention away from any potentially damaging revelations, “so anything we can do about it is going to have to wait until we can properly analyze it. Assuming there’s some form of addictive substance in there, it should be easy to synthesize a compound that works to counteract it and then provide it as necessary.”

“... and in the meantime?”

There was the question, wasn’t it? Not a lot of ways Rue could answer that without resorting to some colourful language, and while she didn’t think she’d earned the right to use it at that point, she still felt the situation was dire enough that it warranted it.

“Until then you’re just gonna have to keep yourself from milking her tits too hard.”

The choice of words sounded absolutely terrible and Rue immediately regretted saying them the moment she did so; hell, she was regretting it while speaking them aloud, wondering to herself just what she was thinking to even consider saying them. Surprisingly though, Beth’s reaction, right after her eyes bulged out from the surprise, was to start laughing; it was so sudden that even Rue herself had to start giggling by association, and soon enough, when they heard Linda shouting at them to ask what was so funny, the two of them were losing their minds while doubling over from cackling too hard. While mirthful, it was more a way for them to get their stress out, a bit of a purge for all the negative energy built up since earlier that morning; they needed those laughs, it was a therapy of their own, and for Rue especially it was a way of not thinking about what she’d have to report to the Board.

With their mindless laughter subsiding, the therapist requested that Beth head back home and prepare their milking pumps to deal with what was predicted to be a much higher yield than usual; as much as Linda was being emptied out by their own industrial machinery, their growth spurt had been so enormous that it was bound to have long-lasting repercussions on her body. Sure enough, about an hour after Beth left, the panda gal was reaching the end of their milking cycle… though no one involved in it was really aware of it. The staff linked to the project assumed some sort of linear progression for her “growth residuals”, as they put it, and thus were immensely surprised when it turned out that Linda just didn’t go any smaller past a certain point, a point that was so far above their projections that it began to terrify them as to the implications. The panda gal had come into the building that morning with a pair of milk factories that squished softly against the ground even when their owner stood up, and had to be dragged around carefully. Getting through doors was a chore, but doable, and movement was still possible without any assistance.

Now, however, Linda was stuck behind a wall of breasts. Even at their absolute smallest and emptiest, they were taller than the panda herself was, and so wide that even were she to hug a single one, it wouldn’t even account for a tenth of its total circumference. Worse still, their milkiness grace period had been so heavily reduced that it was now counted in seconds in between the draining being halted and the first droplets of cream starting to run down her head-sized teats; poor Linda had to deal with so much that her hard-earned mastery over her own lustful state was beginning to falter already, and it wouldn’t take long before even that absurd size began to inflate with her creamy bounty. This posed… many problems, not the least of which was how exactly they were meant to get her back home, or how Linda herself was meant to even go to work at all like that. Rue, having been busy trying to come up with a justification for the sudden damages to her office, wasn’t told of this until she tried to speak to Linda again, at which point she was left utterly speechless and, for the first time in quite a while, completely directionless as well.

Following some extensive negotiation with the Board, as well as a good hour or so of practicing her speech in front of a mirror, Rue decided that if she was going to be put in charge of the project, then it only made sense that she be the one to make the call on what had to be done for Linda and Beth’s sake… though mostly the former. Sending the panda home had been a desperation move on the part of her bosses, mostly thanks to the utter mismanagement of the project on the part of her predecessor; seeing as how Linda was now simply too big to be allowed back into her normal life, it stood to reason that Rue could use this as leverage to have her sent back to the compound, right after she secured the use of one of the extra-large, underground storage warehouses normally used to keep deliveries before export. One of those hadn’t been used in quite a while, providing a perfect place for Linda to set up while Dr. Adams figured out where to go from there. It was a conundrum none of them knew the answer to, enough that neither Beth nor her massively-inflated partner cared enough to protest about the constant flip-flopping on the decision-making process; they just wanted it all to end.

Thus, it was decided that, at least for the time being, the panda gal would be going back to being housed by Rivtech, at least until they found out how to make her small enough to fit into a vehicle (or a standard apartment); her size had become unwieldy enough that even the cargo service elevators were starting to groan underneath her sheer weight and density, and the wheeled platforms eventually had to be replaced by a set of state-of-the-art, gravity-defying floating disks that kept her tits just barely off the ground. It was commendable that Linda somehow kept her insanity in one piece, given how colossal she had become, plus the fact that her lactation was now out of her control entirely. Even without any machinery milking her, both of her teats were perpetually in full flow, causing a bit of an issue for both Rue and Beth, the latter of which insisted on staying with her partner for as long as she was allowed. Preparations for Linda’s return didn’t take too long, seeing as the company had several plans on backlog just in case of such an emergency, but moving those two mounds down to the lower levels still took substantially more time than expected, to the point where Beth had to leave by the end of it.

“God, I almost forgot,” she mentioned, speaking mostly to herself, “we have to go back to work tomorrow!”

“What, what?!” Linda snapped back, eliciting a look of extreme concern on Rue’s part, “I can’t go to work like this, I can barely even move! How am I supposed to fit into the dressing room, h-how can I even serve anyone at all?!”

“Linda, please calm do-” Rue attempted to say, before her patient’s words barrelled over hers.

“Oh my god, what is he going to say? He’s gonna make my life a living fucking hell, I just know it!” - the panda was sobbing already, ineffectually trying to hold back tears - “Everyone’s gonna think I’m some kind of freak!”

“Linda, please, hun!” Beth interjected, holding her lover’s face in her hands, “It’s ok, I’m sure you don’t have to go back, the company will deal with it. Won’t they, Rue?”

Rue wanted to say yes, but given everything that had happened during that day, it’d be a lie if for her to do so; taking care of professional arrangements was the last thing on her mind, so as far as the two women’s employer knew, he was going to need to take in both of them in just under twelve hours or so. The hesitation, though brief, was enough to let Linda know just how out of luck she was, and from there, control began to ebb away. The stress reaction had begun, and the only thing that Rue could think to do was thank her lucky stars that the panda had been removed from the elevator and placed somewhere with plenty of room, because they were going to need it; already she could see Linda’s breasts start to swell up, the first true stressor-based growth in quite some time. It was only after a few seconds that Adams realized what that meant, when the data clicked in her head, and the sudden understanding was enough to get her to hurriedly grab her phone and make some frantic calls to their in-house pharmacy while Beth futilely tried to calm the panda down.

The very first occasion where Linda had her body react in that way had been so long ago that even she had forgotten about how much of a change it was, and given everything that happened in between that and her being carted off to that underground warehouse, it wasn’t at all surprising that no one connected the dots until Rue had that moment of insight go off like a lightbulb. Before her first growth burst, Linda had been mostly flat, before ending up so large that the company had to provide for a custom-made, emergency-produced bra just so she could move around. And the most important part of that transformation is that it was eventually logged, and in that log was a very important factor that had been ignored up until then: percentage.

None of her future growth spurts compared to the first one in terms of how much more mass they added onto her frame in comparison to what had been there before; though large in absolute terms, Linda’s initial foray into the world of excessive busts had been the biggest relative to her overall size, and it couldn’t have been coincidental that it was also the only one caused purely by a stress reaction spiralling out of control… much like the one she was experiencing right at that point. There was no arousal to be had, just a very worried, very anxious panda gal who didn’t know what to do, and the sheer danger of such a thing was enough to make Rue want to run away despite knowing it would only make it worse.

“W-what’s happening?” Linda mumbled, her worry disappearing for a second as it was replaced by confusion, “I feel so… I f-feel so warm, it’s… g-god, Beth, it’s so… f-fuck!”

“Shut up,” Beth replied, throwing her arms out around her partner’s neck and bringing the two into a tight hug, “it’ll be over soon.”

It wouldn’t. The first spurt came just moments after the two resigned themselves to their fate, and if each of Linda’s tits were already taller than she was, now they well and truly loomed over both her and Beth’d bodies, with a good four or so feet added to their diameter overall, and the productivity rising to such levels that they could hear the milk splatter even through the muffling of the breasts and their sloshing in between them and the jets of the cream. Every heartbeat made Linda swell up even more, the panda gal moaning with each breath as the room became dominated by a pair of breasts that, absent any machinery there to keep them drained, just kept on growing without any regard for limitations. Linda wanted to say how good it felt, how her self-control, born out of the realization in the therapist’s office, was fading away into lactic bliss again, but she couldn’t put one word in front of another; Beth was forced to stand there, slowly being consumed by her lover’s bosom, hearing as she lost it completely, succumbing to the growthlust once more.

Soon enough, the panda gal’s bust had reached the size it had been at the end of her appointment with Rue, and yet it just kept going like it was nothing, breaking record after record as it occupied an increasing amount of room and drew dangerously close to the ceiling. It wouldn’t take a lot more time for her to grow so big that each of her breasts on their own was bigger than Dr. Adam’s office, uncountable gallons of milk pouring out of her while still being unable to leave even a dent in her overall size. It seemed that her frantic productivity was working against her again, as despite the flooding that was taking place, her body simply couldn’t get rid of all the cream quickly enough, resulting in her producing and retaining exponentially higher quantities of milk. Rue could only stand there, hoping that her spot behind the two women was enough to keep her safe from the onslaught, waiting for her orders to move through the corporate structure quickly enough for the whole building to be saved from imminent destruction. It seemed like there was no end to what Linda could achieve, her breasts attaining sizes that none of them ever thought possible; with barely any effort, each of those colossal milk-makers had become so unbelievably massive that their nipples alone were almost as large as the good doctor’s office, and their size relative to the breasts they were attached to was becoming progressively tinier. Linda herself now looked to be nothing more than a speck, left to be buried underneath a set of mounds that would never stop growing.

And yet she enjoyed every second of it, the inside of her thighs slick with her juices, her voice nearly irrevocably broken from how much strain was placed on it. Beth, too, had given in to the explosive growth, and was by then shamelessly rubbing herself against one of the gigantic breasts smushing against her. Linda was completely out of control; if not for the ceiling being made of reinforced concrete and rebar, her breasts would’ve smashed through it already, and even then it looked as if it was on its last legs. Each spurt added so much more mass to her bosom that the first one of that growthsplosion looked positively tiny by comparison, and the whole warehouse had become nothing more than panda boob… enough that the wall of solid breastflesh began to move backwards, pushed by itself, promising a very untimely end for everyone in that underground space when it finally smothered everything in its path.

“Doctor Adams!”

The voice came from behind her, from the elevator that had just come down from up above. A terrified-looking intern was carrying an autoinjector in one hand and an ampoule in the other, his face petrified in an expression that mixed shock, arousal and existential dread in equal measures. They could barely be heard over the racket of slorshing and churning that filled their ears, forcing them to get closer and almost trip on the several-inch-thick layer of milk that covered the ground.

“I came as fast as I could!” he shouted, “This is the strongest stuff they have! Please, we’re having every alarm go off upstairs, you need to stop this!”

Oh, Rue knew that, it was just far easier said than done. Gathering all of her remaining strength, the young researcher took both items and prepared the injection, her anxiety rising as the injector slowly prepared the liquid to be inserted as quickly as possible. Ten seconds, and yet it felt like an eternity, after which she turned around and made the short trip to where Linda and Beth were being pushed towards her. At least they were so out of it that they put up no resistance to the sudden intrusion, and neither did the panda gal react when she had a full dose of extra-strength tranquilizers directly pumped into her bloodstream. True to the word of the medical staff, it was fast-acting and extremely effective; all it took was half a minute before the rumbling stopped and the inexorable advance of the mountains of tit seemed to peter out…

… and then Linda fell asleep.