Duality - Chapter 10 (Novel Commission for Code-Shark101)

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

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The reunion came as slowly as Linda’s return to consciousness, with her having to be reminded of where she was, what had just happened and why she didn’t have to worry about things going out of control. It was with no end of surprise that the panda girl looked down at her chest and saw how small it was; larger than her true size, but still so… manageable. It didn’t hang low to her waist and didn’t feel like it weighed half a ton, plus it undeniably looked good as opposed to seriously oversized. Beth disagreed, but knew better than to let her horndog nature get in the way of making her partner feel comfortable with her new self; besides, it was likely Linda would just fill up again sooner rather than later, so why even bother? She was already more beautiful than anyone else in her eyes, the bust was nothing more than a bonus. A big one, but still.

For the panda girl, coming to with someone suckling on one of her breasts was certainly unique, for lack of a better word, and awoke a certain few instincts within her that she didn’t even know she had. As soon as her initial panic was cleared and she got a good look at her figure, and without anything else to do but enjoy one another’s presence for as long as they wanted, the two fell into a warm silence, broken only by Beth’s suckling occasionally being loud enough to be heard. For Linda, the sight of her lover, her friend, her confidante attached to her bosom like that… one of her hands instinctively went to gently run its fingers through her hair, while the other cupped Beth’s cheek. She wanted to tell her to drink her fill, to drink until she was satisfied, that she was safe. Part of her even wanted to hum a tune, perhaps lull her partner to sleep, a more maternal side to her instincts that Linda had to suddenly contend with… later. For the time being, the physical proximity and lactic intimacy were all that were needed.

The perfect silence was only truly broken once the panda girl’s stomach growled menacingly loudly, causing them both to realize just how late in the day it truly was; there were no clocks that had survived the milk flood, but with the sun having gone down so long ago it was probably past regular dinnertime. Feeling like the kitchen might be a bit indisposed of, Beth reached into a pocket and produced her phone, miraculously intact despite the tight embrace it had been stuck in before; a quick call later and take-out was on its way, the sudden shift in the atmosphere allowing Linda to take stock of her situation more clearly.

Her room was ruined. The walls were cracked, the ceiling was damaged, the wallpaper in front of her bed was either gone or turned to mulch and just about every piece of furniture was completely destroyed. The floor was covered by a layer of milk thick enough to rise up to her ankles and the whole house stank of it; not necessarily a bad smell, but strong and overpowering regardless. A quick survey of the hallway didn’t make things better either; most of her home was now flooded, with a thin trickle of her cream oozing underneath the front door. If Rivtech hadn’t requested her presence the day after then she would’ve had to spend it arguing with the landlord, assuming she wasn’t just thrown out into the streets immediately.

But at the same time, she had never felt that comfortable since before turning into a panda in the first place. All the pressure, all the discomfort and weight, both on her back and shoulders, seemed to have just… disappeared. In that one moment of climax, her worries vanished, leaving her feeling like she could turn a whole new leaf and move on with her life. Maybe it was just a temporary high, but it was a good one, and with Beth there by her side, it was difficult to resist the urge to hug her and never let go; a sentiment very much reciprocated by the other woman, whose hand never left Linda’s.

“So what do we do now?” Beth mused, looking at the damage all around them, “Should we grab a mop, or…?”

“Rivtech can handle it,” Linda dismissed, “they want me to turn myself in for more testing and abandon my home? Sure; just means they have to clean up after the mess they made.”

“I mean, technically w-”

“Mess they made,” Linda insisted. Though the hint of bitterness was still clearly present in her voice, her words made it clear this was less her bemoaning her fate and more just going for the easy way out, for once; if anything, the look on her face clearly betrayed how much she wanted to go for round two.

The same could not be said for the poor delivery man that had to show up at their doorstep. Both of them could hear him complain all the way up from several flights of stairs below, his complaining about the “puddles of water” loud and clear to the two lovers. They didn’t know whether to laugh about it or genuinely worry about the amount of damage they were doing to the building, but at least the man’s reaction when they opened the door was absolutely priceless; neither of them bothered to put clothes on, leaving the pizza guy to stare at a regular human going completely topless and a fully naked, anthro panda, both of whom were clearly covered in sweat and what to be milk. The conclusions that could be drawn from such an observation were obvious, and yet the man on the other side of the door could only babble on about needing to be paid because he had to be somewhere else in ten minutes. Beth offered to foot the bill, once again miraculously finding that some of her cash was still in acceptable condition; seconds later the door was being closed and they could breathe easily, all the way to the living room.

It was odd, having dinner that late and after everything that happened. A return to normalcy was the last thing either of them wanted, but they had to eat… or at least Linda did. Beth had her fill of milk and probably wouldn’t need anything else in her system until late in the next day, but the panda girl was positively starving; it didn’t take a genius to make the connection between her sudden productivity and a much more hyperactive metabolism, because as much as her tits refused to make sense they still had to obey some semblance of logic. More milk equalled more food intake, and the way she devoured those slices seemed to indicate as such.

“Careful,” Beth giggled, “if you don’t stop eating you’re gonna be as fat as an actual panda soon enough~”

“Don’t care, too hungry,” Linda replied between bites, “doesn’t matter either. You’d just call me a chonker and move on.”

“God, I’m imagining you with that body type and it’s making me wanna jump your bones again, fuck…”

The sudden shift in tone was enough to make even Linda raise an eyebrow at how horny Beth had just sounded; the latter’s face brightened considerably before she looked away, biting her tongue in the hopes of not letting it run off too hard again too soon. It was true that she would’ve adored seeing Linda grow a bit curvier around the everywhere, but if she didn’t enact some measure of control over her own libido then the two of them would have to go through a lot of awkward moments unpacking all of Beth’s kinks… and that night was just not the time nor place for it. So she kept quiet, watching Linda tear through a family-sized pizza all on her own before leaning back on her seat and letting out a contented sigh, her eyes fluttering close and, within just a few moments, falling to sleep. It was so sudden that Beth had to gently poke her to make sure, after which she couldn’t help but smile; poor thing was so tuckered out she just collapsed.

The two woke up in the morning, well before Linda was supposed to present herself at the laboratory; Beth made sure to set the alarms on their phones to six thirty, just to give them enough time to get ready while wading through all of the milk everywhere. Despite the fact that they went to bed (or, to be more precise, Beth carried the panda girl over to the bed) just before ten, they still felt like they needed a few more hours of rest before they were fully recharged, the previous night and the milksplosion therein having left them completely wiped out; Linda in particular refused to get out of bed, having to be physically pushed out in order to get a good start on her day. It didn’t help that her breasts had swollen up during the night, though nothing compared to what had happened during their small session.

While the panda girl had been busy being mostly unconscious rather than just sleeping, Beth had instead spent several hours absentmindedly suckling on her now-presumably-girlfriend’s hyperproductive udders; she fell asleep just a few minutes after daring to put her lips to one of the panda’s teats, but that didn’t stop her body from kicking into auto-pilot and filling her belly to the point where it was clearly bulging out slightly once the two woke up. It was wonderful, just like drinking the best thing ever wrapped in the second and third bests; it was warm, and fuzzy, and reminded her of home somehow, making it impossible not to drink it until she was utterly stuffed. Even that didn’t seem to do anything in terms of size discrepancies; with how eager Beth was to drink from her partner’s bosom, one could expect the unattended breast to be at least slightly larger than the one the young woman latched onto, but the pair remained near-perfectly symmetrical, yet another odd quirk of the panda girl’s altered genetics.

There was no milking required for the day though, as her bust’s size wasn’t anywhere close to restrictive. Her tits were just about halfway to her navel and just barely protruding from her sides, a far cry from the colossal sizes they had reached during the previous night’s encounter; Linda was beside herself with this fact alone, already declaring that everything was going to be different and all she had to do was maintain a proper milking regimen in order to remain in that state. Both of them knew that was little more than fanciful dreaming, but it was something to focus on that wasn’t the looming realization that she was about to go without seeing anyone but lab techs for potentially several weeks. The two did their best to ignore this reality while getting ready to drive over to meet it, taking extra care to make Linda as presentable as possible… ignoring her shoes, which had to be given a good rinse after leaving the apartment.

The stairwell leading down to the ground floor was still flooded with the milky run-off coming from her home, something both of them were happy they wouldn’t have to deal with now that the panda girl was off for another round of testing. Already Linda could picture her landlord staring at the damages with a clipboard in one hand and a pen in another, adding up all the beautiful numbers he’d never get from her; in a way, she was happy to be gone… but only in that way. Most of her willpower was being dedicated to keeping her composure as she walked over to her car; Linda wanted to do absolutely nothing but cry and bawl her eyes out, to beg for Beth to hide her and take her in until Rivtech forgot about them. It would never happen, and the company would just track her down within two or three days, but the two of them had just gotten through a night of heartfelt passion, and to throw it all away like that… it felt wrong. Both women cursed their libidos at about the same time. Perhaps it would’ve been best for them to never have gotten together; at least that way they could say their goodbyes, however temporary they may be, without them being as painful as they were.

This thought lasted only about as long as they looked away from one another. All it took was a single glance for them to realize they were being idiots; how could they ever think to throw away what they had built? Their eyes met and their lips shifted into wide smiles, and if not for the urgency in getting to the laboratory they would’ve most likely lost a good half an hour hugging one another and telling the other how much they meant. It was the sort of public display that they used to make fun of others for engaging in, but now not only felt perfectly natural, but outright necessary; being able to affirm their relationship in public somehow made it feel more real, more tangible. Goodness knows why that was, but it was the truth.

The drive over was still as silent as could be; neither of them wanted to ruin the golden silence they built for one another, especially not with anything that might lead to some awkwardness down the line. They exchanged their declarations of love already and that was that; no need to reinforce them or be all mushy about it, especially not now that they were on a metaphorical death row for their relationship. The only thing spoken aloud was Linda’s request that Beth drive her car back home once she was admitted into the research wing and then hold onto her keys, to which the human girl nodded, wanting to go back to saying nothing. The panda pulled over onto one of the staff parking spaces, not really caring for what the sign said, and let loose a long, drawn-out sight.

“Beth,” she began after a moment of silence, “I don’t know how long I’ll be in there. Might be days, might be weeks, might be months for all I know. I want you to promise me t-”

“I’m not moving on if that’s what you’re going to ask, you ass.”

The sheer joviality packed into that sentence made it difficult for Linda to take the insult seriously; if anything, she just felt like kissing Beth right there and then, but held herself together for the sake of decency.

“I was going to ask you to show up at least every other day, you butt,” the panda girl replied, “but if you wanna go look for other big titty girlfriends, you be my guest!”

“You’re the only big titty gee-eff for me, you idiot,” Beth chuckled back, leaning over to plant a soft kiss on her partner’s forehead, “shall we?”

“Lead the way. I don’t think I can.”

Beth nodded and got out of the car, drawing a few suspicious looks from employees who didn’t recognize her. Linda’s emergence from the driver seat settled a few of their stares, though quite a large number were still obviously wary of the newcomer. Still, no one stopped her when she presented herself at the front desk as Linda’s current partner, merely being informed to wait until the head researcher showed up. The two then sat by a large flowerpot and waited in the pristine, white-panelled lobby, Linda’s fingers drumming over her thighs while her eyes remained firmly close. Her breathing was heavy, but stable, her body only occasionally shivering. It wasn’t until a good ten minutes passed that Beth began to wonder why nothing else was happening.

Surely, if any situation was stress-inducing enough to lead to breast growth, then surely this would be it. Linda was staring down the barrel of a gun, knowing she was about to be thrown into a lab for God knows how long, unable to directly interact with the outside world without heavy supervision… and yet her chest remained the same size as always, and the young woman looked to be far more composed than when dealing with shit customers back at their workplace. It was an interesting question to pose, though Beth wasn’t exactly sure she wanted to know the answer to it; it might make letting go that much harder if she did.

“So, I was wondering” - and of course her mouth just had to go and betray her - “How come you’re not getting any bigger?”

“Huh?”

“Your breasts. They get bigger whenever you’re stressed, right?” - Linda nodded - “So… why not now?”

The panda girl looked down at her bust, as if wondering that exact same question herself. She could’ve done a lot of things at that point, said a great number of them still, but there was only one answer to the question, and only one action that could possibly convey it. She looked up to meet Beth’s eyes again, smiling a warm smile while holding her partner’s hands in hers. Nothing more needed to be said, and indeed nothing more was; the two remained there, holding their gaze and silently wondering just how much they could take before tears began to roll again.

“Linda?” the receptionist called out, “Doctor Simmons will see you now.”