Duality - Chapter 5 (Novel Commission for Code-Shark101)

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

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Maybe if her head was not spinning, and her breasts not feeling like they were about to burst, Linda would be able to have a clearer picture of her situation, but struggling to deal with the influx of mammary mass and several dozen gallons of churning milk made it an impossible task. The pain in her nippples alone made it hard to focus on anything else, doubly so when her chest began to graze the ground just as her extra large uniform suffered a catastrophic failure, spilling her breasts out for the whole diner to see. Only the clock turning over to six saved Linda from having a full-on breakdown... and instead sent her flying out of the main dining room and into the changing area, wanting to get as far away from that place and the people in it as possible. Only after shedding the remains of her clothes was the true damage made evident: each milk factory was nearly as tall as she was, still producing a constant throbbing swell of cream that leaked out of her hardened teats in thick cream-colored rivulets. Her breasts were heavy enough to make dragging them any distance so difficult as to leave her sweating, so large that she couldn’t do it without her nipples scraping the floor. And to make matters worse, she still needed to find a way home.

Any other time, Linda would’ve asked one of her coworkers for a ride, but after what she had seen today, she no longer felt comfortable (or even safe) around them. That thought alone made her shiver, not the best of sensations when carrying those kinds of weights on her chest; some part of her feared that the moment she shoved herself into one of their vehicles, she’d be knocked out and wake up inside some kind of holding cell, to be studied like a lab rat while being told it was all for her own good. It was probably her just being paranoid, but after what happened that day, anything went as far as her mind was concerned. Thus, it was after a lot of internal struggle that she settled on a slightly better option: a taxi. Swallowing her pride, Linda had to go through some complicated semantic gymnastics in order to learn how many people could technically fit in one; the driver on the other end of the line was obviously confused about the weird questions over volume and seating arrangements, but he answered them nonetheless, leaving the panda gal, if not relieved, then at least reassured she could fit. Not the best of solutions, but at least there was a door leading to the alley behind the diner, which Linda pointed out when telling the cabbie where to stop; maybe, just maybe, she could avoid any lingering looks when trying to stuff her tits through the back door.

At least no one tried to make small talk while she waited in the changing room. Linda doubted she had the patience required to pretend not to be pissed off at everyone, not to mention the inconvenient fact that she was naked from the waist up and had to spend most of her time trying to come up with some way to make herself at least modestly decent. The solution eventually came in the form of a long sling made out of the tattered remains of her previous two shirts strung together with the third acting as the band between them... all of which served to just barely cover her swollen nipples and squeeze her bosom, hoisting it up just enough that it was hanging an inch off the floor.

She was still having trouble believing what had happened to her, hoping against hope that it was all just a bad dream. From the look on the cab driver’s face, neither could he, his expression stuck stunned as his newest customer heaved her massive breasts over to the nearest door and politely asked him to please put the seats down so she could fit herself in. What followed were a very confusing, very embarrassing several minutes whereby the two of them had to work together in order to make the car even remotely accessible to someone like Linda. By that point, her breasts had swollen so much that even her size after the initial growth spurt looked tiny by comparison; each mound was mere inches off the ground and protruded so many feet in front and to her side that she couldn’t even see the ground at all. Any motion, no matter how small, caused them to slosh loudly enough to be mildly uncomfortable and to wobble so aggressively that her fur itself rippled. Streams of milk flowed freely from each nipple, and she was still growing, still bloating, still filling.

It became clear in just a few tries that there was no way she would fit through the door itself; the seats had to be lowered, yes, but entry would have to be done via the trunk, and even then it required an enormous amount of elbow grease and uncomfortable squishing, Linda saved from getting stuck purely thanks to the liquid contents of her bust being as malleable as they were. Even so, there was no more room left inside the vehicle as soon as she was rolled into place; the ceiling was getting dented by her nipples and any hope of being able to use the rear-view mirror was dashed. Even the driver’s seat wasn’t spared her wrath, as her left breast squished so heavily against it that it actually overflowed onto the driver, wobbling from side to side every time the car did anything but move straight forward.

The poor man grumbled all the way to their destination, mumbling something about poor working conditions under his breath. It was a testament to Linda’s size that, even with the seat pulled up so far that he barely had any leg room, the driver still had to contend with soft, milkstuffed panda bosom hugging him from all sides, bosom that seemed to be growing even faster than it was when she’d been on her two feet. Truth be told, Linda feared something like that would happen; though she was ready to go home, and thus far more relaxed than before, her tits had a mind of their own now, and were probably obeying a set of rules they made up for themselves. She suspected that any kind of stimulation would lead to them bloating harder than before, and was both disappointed, concerned and slightly aroused that she was absolutely right. The gallons were appearing from nowhere, her body more than happy to disregard the laws of physics and just make milk out of absolutely nowhere. She wasn’t even growing anymore; her body was simply flexible enough that it never told her milk glands to stop producing, opting instead to stretch out as much as needed, even when it was clear the space around them wasn’t nearly enough. Every heartbeat added goodness knows how many mouthfuls to each breast, the car’s frame groaning and creaking around her as it began to be bent out of shape.

The trip back home was so awkward that if it lasted any longer, Linda would have had to ask the driver to lower the windows due to her breasts threatening to smother her. Even the poor guy, doing his best to ignore the churning mass of boobs that kept sloshing around his back seat, was hard pressed to avoid looking back at her. It proved to be no small relief when he pulled up outside of her apartment complex and asked if she needed help out of his cab. Linda was torn between answering yes right away and wanting to give him the stink eye for even daring to ask such a blatantly stupid question; she was stuck inside of his vehicle, could barely breathe, let alone move, and the man had the gall to ask if she needed help?! She had to remind herself that it was probably just a reflexive answer more than a deliberate attempt at being a smartass, and even then had to take a few deep breaths before she could reply adequately.

“I-if you wouldn’t mind?” her voice cracked slightly, “I’m a bit sensitive though, so please be careful…”

The driver muttered something that sounded suspiciously like a “No shit” before circling around to the other side of the cab. He spent a few minutes observing the sorry state that his passenger was in, scratching his head as he tried to devise a way to get her out that didn’t involve asking for some jaws of life from the local fire department. At least she’d stopped growing, so that was a plus; there was barely any room left at all in there. It was in times like those that the driver berated himself for flunking out of engineering school, because what he had in front of him was nothing less than a large-scale project that he did not have the technical know-how for. Hell, given how that woman seemed to defy the laws of physics with how large she was, he doubted anyone had the knowledge required to crack that nut.

Therefore, the only thing left to do… was try. No plan of action, no deliberation, just shove his hands in there and try his best while trying to avoid feeling too aroused by it. He’d kept himself composed by focusing mostly on how much cleaning he’d have to do and how much of an annoyance that entire ride was, but now that he had to deal with a pair of tits the size of the passenger area, it was markedly more difficult to stay as impartial and detached… especially after he touched them. Linda let loose a small yelp, apologizing immediately afterwards, while her driver had his eyes glaze over when he felt how unbelievably soft those orbs were. He had expected them to be stretched taut and lacking any sort of give; instead, he found them to be so pliable his hands could almost vanish into their folds, something he was discouraged from doing after he noticed how much of a mess it made of the carpets.

“Darlin’, could you try not to leak so hard?” he called out, trying his sincere best not to sound too confrontational, “I appreciate the lubrication, but you’re making a mess of the car…”

“I can’t help it, I’m so sorry!” Linda rattled off, her cheeks blushing a furiously bright red, “I’ll pay for whatever’s needed, I swear! J-just try to get me out, please!”

“Easier said than done…” the man mumbled under his breath.

With his own face beginning to brighten, there was precious little time to act; he would soon be too aroused to do anything but knead those things, so he either had to figure out a way to get his passenger out of the car, or find something to focus on that wasn’t how inviting her tits were… and he’d get the latter far too soon. He had been so engrossed in his illicit exploration of the panda gal’s curves that he failed to notice that they were still expanding, albeit at a slower rate than before. Beneath the pair of milkers, Linda was fighting a losing battle against her own embarrassment, feeling as the pressure began to rise again. Already stuffed into the car like a sardine in a can, it was only a matter of time until she did some actual damage to it, and she did not have the money to help pay for repairs… which obviously contributed to the stress even more, therefore turning the whole process into a vicious cycle of calamitous proportions. The driver’s protestations fell on deaf ears when he began noticing the ceiling was bulging out, and now that he was given something to worry about that wasn’t his own horniness, he suddenly wished he knew how to keep his mouth shut.

There was no more time for pleasantries; that woman was getting out of his car whether or not she liked it. Pushing the trunk door as far up as it could go, he forced himself into the back and grabbed two handfuls of breastflesh, drawing a loud scream from Linda, who demanded he stopped being so rough. Figuring she could take it, the driver pulled on her right mound and put all of his strength behind him, hoping to at least dislodge it from the passenger area and into the one spot that still (barely) had room for it. Though it took a hot minute, in the process of which Linda grew even more somehow, he succeeded; collapsing onto the pavement from the jerky motion, he nonetheless could see one enormous nipple drooling milk onto the ground, and, figuring that the other one would soon become too large to move, went right back into it.

Two minutes this time, after which both of Linda’s tits were safe and sound on the outside, protruding from an open trunk and dripping gallons of cream onto the ground. Her driver didn’t even need to say anything; the panda dropped whatever she had in her wallet onto his hand and hoped it was enough to cover for the embarrassment, with the man gladly speeding off the moment he got his payment, his car oddly rounded around the edges.

Linda looked up at her apartment block, gulping when she considered what came next in her journey back home. It used to be that she liked living on the fourth floor; now, every row of windows looked like a small-scale Everest she had to scale. Fourth floor.

Fourth floor...

The remains of her makeshift bra were gone, leaving her wobbling breasts bare to the world as she staggered through the doors. The elevator creaked heavily when she stepped inside, complaining about the sudden weight for a few seconds and making the panda fear for her safety. The “Excess Weight” sign flashed to life, quickly followed by the “Door Obstruction” one, causing a flush of color to spread over her face.

“Everyone’s a critic…”

Left standing in the lift, the flashing light kept the doors permanently open and left Linda exposed, the panda gal racking her brains for what options were even available to her anymore. There was no way she’d make it up the stairs to the first floor, much less fourth, and she was in no mood to ask any of her neighbors for help, which only left... one option, one that she refused to even consider and outright pushed away from the forefront of her mind, declaring it impossible and unworkable.  Looking at the elevator, it was clear that it was far too small for her. She could back up into it, and still fit a substantial amount of her breasts inside, but a significant portion of them still poked out, too large to even smush inwards. She had to find a solution… but what? She was helped in this endeavour by the elevator doors, of all things; the system probably figured that after so long being open it should be safe to try and close back up, despite the obvious obstacles in the way. This resulted in the sides of her breasts being pinched by the doors before they realized there was something there… after which they kept trying. And trying. And trying.

Until eventually, she was being milked like a cow.

It felt strange, but in a good way; a really good way, as in a sudden trembling instant the pressure mounting in her nipples gave way to a torrent of milky froth erupting from her like two broken fire hydrants. Following in the example so generously provided by the elevator doors, Linda began to press down on her own breasts, bringing her full weight to bear on them. Kneading and massaging, but mostly just squeezing, the flow of milk from her teats easily increased with each pressing motion she performed, shooting out in long arcing jets, until two streams of white were flowing freely from her fist-sized nipples. Milk pooled around her and out over the floor towards the front door, as she very, very slowly emptied her breasts out. If nothing else, it at least gave her a few ideas on what to do whenever she got too large in the future; it seemed draining herself was a possibility, albeit one that was surprisingly taxing on her mental fortitude, but Linda would have to find something better than abusing an automated door system.

The panda could feel herself growing lighter, though it was hard to tell if it was her breasts or the pounding sensation in her head as hormones flooded her brain, making her dizzy with each forced spurt of cream. It still took ten minutes of vigorous milking, during which miraculously no one showed up, before the elevator decided she was light enough and kicked back into action. The lift slowly made its way up amidst the protests of metallic groans and unsettling shudders; for a few seconds, Linda thought she was going to get stuck half way between floors, the door remaining shut for far longer than they normally did.  Only when the elevator ground to a halt with a final jerk, opening the way to the corridor and giving her a free pass to seek refuge in her abode, did she breathe easy.

At long last, she was alone, the stress of the day finally melting away... but not her breast size. She shouldn’t have been surprised, honestly; her sudden growth spurt was anything but natural, so expecting it to follow the rules she made up herself was childish and silly; yet she had hoped beyond hope that her body would give her a break. For a moment, Linda believed that she’d developed some kind of mood boobs, that if she just sat down, took a few deep breaths and relaxed for ten minutes, then the milk tankers that had once been her breasts would revert to normal.

But they didn’t. If anything, they just kept growing; she could feel them swelling still, sloshing in a low churning rhythm, their milky production still very much active and seeming intent on bloatingher ever fuller with every passing second. By then, after the ordeal that had been her day, there wasn’t a lot of fight left in her; her whole shift had been a nightmare, so Linda was just happy she was finally home where no one could see her finally break down. She was not going to let her boss, Ruth, or that jerk from Rivtech see her snap. She would not give them the pleasure.