Duality - Chapter 9 (Novel Commission for Code-Shark101)

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

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It was hard to tell how long they remained sitting there, holding one another while trying to ignore the two large elephants in the room that had started the whole debacle. Beth wasn’t even thinking about those, though the uncomfortable tightness around her own chest made it impossible for Linda not to give it some consideration; she apologized before moving back, saying something about needing to breathe and looking incredibly sheepish after bringing both arms around her bust to cover her nipples up. It didn’t do much to keep her decent, but it was the thought that counted; at least Beth was polite enough not to look down. A true keeper, that one.

With the mushy stuff out of the way, it was time for them to try and move on. Linda was still wiping tears from her eyes when Beth cleared her throat, their own cheeks still red and marked by dried trails, but their lips split into a wide, not necessarily wholesome grin. The young woman brought her hands up, cupping her lover’s soft, fuzzy cheeks with just enough strength as to bring their two faces closer together. As soon as the distance was short enough she moved in for the kill, planting a deep, surprisingly tongue-filled kiss on Linda, leading to the poor panda gal’s eyes to widen in surprise. After the initial shock wore off, the hostess found that the sudden display of intimacy was a lot more pleasurable than she initially assumed; it was the first time Beth dared to use tongue, and rather than panicking at the prospect, Linda found her instincts taking over and her body melting into her partner’s, both of them slowly slumping to the side until the busty anthro was smushing her lover’s body with her ample bosom. Such a quick transition from a heartfelt cryfest into open sexual intimacy would have left both women reeling from the shock under normal circumstances, but with their emotions flying as high as they were, it felt like the way things had to go. It felt… natural, like they needed it to happen in order to confirm that everything else up until that point meant something.

Plus, it felt good. Really good, so good that neither of them were really thinking about the practical consequences of it.

It was only then that Linda realized that, outside of helping her milk herself or getting her metaphorical shit together, Beth had never actually touched her breasts in any other way. It was always clinical, detached; the few times they got to exchange a moment of physical contact during work hours, the human woman had always steered clear of her chest, presumably due to the context being so vastly different. In reality, Beth… didn’t really know why that was. Partly embarrassment, partly her not thinking straight when seeing Linda in need of genuine help, it was a mish-mash of reasons she could hardly explain. For the time being though, such concerns could be thrown over her shoulder and forgotten about, because now they had the whole night for themselves and wouldn’t have to worry about anything.

Beth’s fingers were astoundingly nimble, and despite her insistence that she never had a sexual relationship before, she seemed to know exactly how to use them to bring out the most whorish noises out of Linda’s throat. It could be that the panda’s increased sensitivity made even the softest of touches feel like her nerve endings were being whipped, but that thing Beth was doing to her nipples was nothing if not well-trained; presumably they had done it to themselves in the past, not quite realizing who they were dealing with now. Those tits they were tugging on were still quite full, and it didn’t take much effort to get them flowing again; Beth was about to say something before Linda preempted her by shoving a nipple directly in her mouth and ordering her to drink up, her voice cracking into a million pieces the second her partner abided by that command.

At least her suspicions proved to be entirely correct: she was growing again. As soon as the two took a step forward into open lewdness, Linda felt the familiar warmth that preceded her chest inflating with fresh milk begin to burn inside of her, stronger than ever before. She knew, then, that whatever happened afterwards would put all of her previous growth bursts to shame, and, feeling that the couch would quickly became far too small to deal with the incoming avalanche of boob, she literally dragged Beth onto her feet and then straight to her bedroom, the two women refusing to let go of one another the whole way. The panda gal left a trail of milk behind her that grew visibly thicker as they got close to their destination, and was already having trouble walking before collapsing onto her mattress. Now with her belly facing the ceiling, Beth had all the room in the world to sit back up, throw her shirt above her head and then sink both hands directly into the growing mass of milk-stuffed, soft, furred flesh in front of her.

Linda barely got a second to warn her partner away from what she was clearly intending to do before Beth moved forward and pushed down on both of the panda girl’s tits, almost instantly causing such an immense burst of size that she was nearly projected backwards from the force of the milk spouts. Her front was coated in white cream, her hands were numb from the impact, and she could barely breathe even after the flow lightened up enough for her to do so. The bed was a complete mess, the carpet was already getting soggy and there was even milk on the walls… and yet Linda didn’t want it to stop. She was already about as large as she had been after her unfortunate elevator ride in the same day where she almost broke free of the taxi, enough that she was having trouble breathing with all of that weight bearing down on her. And yet, the panda knew she had more to give, more to grow, and wasn’t going anywhere without seeing how far her limits had been stretched.

With the last ounce of strength left in her, she leaned forwards and outstretched both hands; Beth caught on and grabbed them back, allowing the pinned panda to pull her into her immense cleavage and within kissing range once again. It was a mutual, silent agreement: Linda took care of keeping their lips and tongues occupied, while Beth used her stupendously agile hands to keep making her tits grow even larger, even fuller. It was a great business deal, even if the bed’s springs didn’t think so, and it quickly led to the both of them completely losing control of the situation. Each of the panda’s mounds were now visibly bloating, their sloshing growing so loud that they couldn’t even hear themselves moan over it, for that was the only reaction either of them could possibly give to their lover; what else would they even do when they were both stuck in either in-between or below a pair of tits that defied both explanation, common sense and even just simple imagination? Those kinds of sizes were the purview of lewd websites and art galleries, not reality; Beth was having a hard time even believing that it was happening at all! The only other thing they could still pick up on was how much the bed’s frame was creaking, at least until it gave in entirely and cracked in half, sending them both flying to the ground and landing so roughly as to send shockwaves coursing through Linda’s bust; shockwaves that provided one hell of a massage for Beth, whose hands were somewhere even she didn’t know. The panda gal’s head was vacant now, empty of anything and running entirely on auto-pilot; she was ready to be filled to the brim and then overflow with orgasmic bliss, but didn’t even retain enough of herself to know that’s what she wanted; right then and there the only things that mattered to her were keeping her lover’s hands on the move, feeling her tits bloat, watching as they threatened to bump against the ceiling and made a complete mess of her room. She wanted to see the milk flow reach the other side of the house after flooding the corridor, wanted to break free of the very confines of her home. She wanted to grow, to become larger than ever, to never stop!

… but she had her limits. Whether or not she ended up touching the ceiling, Linda would never find out, because some point before that happened, things just sort of became too hazy for her to remember properly. She had vague recollections of warmth and utter joy, the faintest memory of reaching her line and then flying over it, followed by the roar of milky currents, but they were little more than fragments, bits and pieces she put back together after coming back from blanking out for… what were probably hours, given how dark it was when she came to again. How did that even happen?!

In between her passing out and coming back to consciousness, Beth didn’t have the luxury of bypassing the several hours it took for things to settle down. In fact, the young woman barely even realized her partner had blanked out, having been pushed back until most of her body was buried in panda cleavage. It was absurd to think any of that was really happening; sizes like those had always been solely the purview of some of the more “out there” tags she used to peruse, so to see it happen right there in front, around and all over her was so disconcerting that she was having trouble understanding if she was meant to enjoy it or panic at the prospect of being smothered to death by two colossal tits. They were warm, fluffy and soft, sure, but they were still filling up so quickly that she barely had room to breathe after a while, and the noises the walls and ceiling were making weren’t at all healthy.

The solution, she figured, was to help her release. It had done the trick before, so Beth didn’t see why it wouldn’t do so now, especially since the panda was clearly enjoying herself for once. Stuck in between a pair of mounds bigger than her whole body, all the human could do was wiggle around and use her hands and feet to the best of her ability, pressing them as deeply into the milk-stuffed flesh around her as she could without it being painful for Linda; though given her insensate state, it was anyone’s guess whether or not pain even registered anymore. The sounds were getting louder as well, with the two milk spurts behind her loudly impacting against the walls and ripping apart the wallpaper before oozing onto the floor, the soft sloshing of cream flowing out into the corridor and leaving Beth blushing furiously at the mental image. It was truly a dream come true for her, at least in terms of kink boxes being ticked; she just didn’t expect reality to involve so much moving around trying to provoke a milkgasm, having expected it to come far more easily.

Quite literally. She chuckled at her own stupid pun.

Now was not the time for jokes though; if she didn’t act fast, there was a non-zero chance of her not living to see another day, or at least avoiding being sufficiently injured as to need an extended trip to the nearest hospital. The pressure on every side was becoming unbearable, the noises so loud that her eardrums were practically bleeding, and yet she still found the strength needed to squirm her way closer to the other side of the bed, where her true goals were: the gushing teats making a right mess of the whole room. If she weren’t slightly panicking, Beth might’ve been too busy losing her mind at the fact that she was traversing several yards of space while still firmly lodged between two still-growing tits; as it stood, however, that mind was far too focused to consider that reality (even if she was painfully aware of it nonetheless), with her main motivation being to provide some release for her partner.

By the time she reached Linda’s nipples, they were already far too large for her to service properly. The areolae alone were about as wide as her own torso was tall, each nipple bud being about twice as large as her head; even if they weren’t, the sheer strength with which the cream was being ejected would make it impossible for her to get her own face anywhere near it without suffering some kind of liquid sandblasting incident. Even in her tenuous position Beth still couldn’t help herself when she saw the full glory of what the panda gal had become; if only she had a camera, then what she was seeing would make enough material for her to entertain herself with for years to come… and while that was certainly something to consider, should Linda’s body remain as able to reach those heights in the future, the human’s immediate concern at that moment was getting her partner to reach climax, which Beth was… reasonably certain hadn’t happened yet; Linda was squirming and mewling a lot more than before, but there wasn’t really a large gush as much as there was simply a continuous crescendo of intensity.

Left without many options thanks to the sheer difference in size between them, Beth did what any self-respecting girlfriend would and anchored both of her arms around her better half’s tits, or at least the parts of them she could reach. Wrapping them over the nubs, she used them as leverage to pull herself out of the embrace of Linda’s breasts, only to realize there was so little room left outside of them that her legs had to practically bend over backwards just to contend with a dresser that had been pushed against the wall. It was still enough to let her breathe more easily though… and appreciate the heavy scent of sugary milk that permeated just about every surface and particle of air around her. It was enough to cloud her mind with thoughts of drowning in the stuff, maybe even take a full-immersion bath, enough for her eyes to glaze over and start to roll upwards into her skull, at least until she shook it off and psyched herself up for the task ahead.

Using her own weight to work those teats to completion was a no-brainer, at least conceptually. Actually getting around to doing it in practice required a whole lot more acrobatics and endurance than she expected, putting a whole lot of question marks on one of her biggest kinks; now that she got to experience what it was like to really have a pair of tits that were room-sized to play around with, they were a lot more unwieldy that her lizard brain really assumed beforehand. Not unwieldy enough to make her want to back off, just so much as to provide perspective on things; being light and lithe was a big plus in her chosen field of work, plus it kept her healthy and fit, but it didn’t exactly help milk a set of mounds of that colossal girth. If anything, they were lifting her even more, despite her best efforts to anchor herself. Faced with the prospect of now being smushed against the ceiling, Beth did something drastic that, nonetheless, had the intended result: she released one of Linda’s nips and swung over to the other one, using both arms to heave herself over it and secure her feet on the soft breastflesh underneath. It was an insane idea, but if it didn’t work, then nothing else would; holding her breath, she took the plunge, moving her head in front of the pressure hose of milk until it was deep, deep inside of the nipple bud itself, at which point she felt comfortable enough licking at the insides of it for about two seconds before wisely deciding to get out of there as quickly as possible. The rumbling that had been filling the room for the duration of their warm-up session grew instantly louder the moment she performed her little acrobatics trick, and judging from how hard those tits began to throb, there had to be something big coming her way.

Indeed, it seemed that her little gesture was all that was needed to truly unleash the hidden beast inside of Linda’s body; either that or she had simply reached a limit all on her own, something Beth desperately hoped wasn’t true. Whatever the case, the panda girl’s body practically roared as its milky production was jettisoned out of her with even greater speed and strength, enough that, miraculously, she began to shrink! It was clear those tits were still making their cream, but Beth’s poking and prodding had helped unleash a torrent so vast that it had overcome their ability to fill themselves up. The deluge of milk was making a mess of everything and they would both need to spend a lot of money in repairs and purchases to make up for the losses, but at least it was taking care of the whole “running out of room” issue.

So it was that Beth rode the wave just as much as Linda did, with the exception of being fully aware of just what was going on. Tired and out of breath, all the young woman could do was waist until the breast she was on shrunk enough to slide off of it and back onto the ruined mattress, the milk flow by that point having lightened enough that she she could drink from it without having to worry about having her face caked in white. It was obvious that the panda girl’s climax had brought about some kind of change to her; perhaps having experienced release of that kind helped to return her to normal, because her chest was already about as large as it had been when she first arrived at her house and was shrinking still. No matter; these were all concerns for Future Beth and Future Linda, and for now all she had to worry about was basking in the afterglow with her mouth stuck firmly on one of Linda’s teats.

The whole process, from getting on the bed to the panda girl flying over her threshold, took less than ten minutes. The physical exertion involved, however, guaranteed that both of them felt like they’d just spent hours going at it like wild bunnies, it having been powerful enough to knock poor Linda out until the sun went down. It gave Beth plenty of time to drink her fill though; despite having shrunk to a modest, if still fairly above-average size, the panda’s breasts refused to run dry, providing just enough nourishment for the human woman to keep herself busy until her lover stirred beneath her.