All-Natural Milk (Patreon Commission for Growvix)

Ten in the morning and nothing happened yet. This was either a very good sign, or things were building up for a grand payoff, and knowing how her body normally worked, the latter option was significantly more likely, especially given how often the growing dreams were coming to her during the night. It’d been at least a week since the last time Starry went through a growth spurt, and even then it was just a couple of dozen cup sizes and some butt to pad her frame, so the vulpine was understandably feeling a bit on edge about what was going to happen to her.

It didn’t help that her boss had been feeling exceptionally thirsty for the past several days, taking multiple breaks during her shift just so she could have a “personal meeting” with her in the office. It was astounding how much that woman had grown just from consuming her milk, almost as much as the extra size Starry herself had gained in the course of feeding their insatiable appetite. Finding bras that fit her became so difficult that she had to custom-order most of them, seeing as she was prone to suddenly developing a good foot of milky radius whenever she didn’t take the time to empty out.

Of course, for the many customers walking into the Café Grande, this was all part of the show. Nothing in their menu really stood out in comparison with every other establishment in the promenade, and their diminutive size meant that the amount of customers they could even serve at once was already reduced; this was all compensated by the simple fact that Starry worked there, automatically giving the place a reputation that any other café would kill for. Why would people go anywhere else when they could head over to the Grande and have a chance at catching a glimpse of the amazing growing vixen?

For Starry herself, it was an easy enough adaptation considering what she usually got up to in her free time; already used to sudden growth spurts at the worst of occasions, she was at least happy that they could be put to good use giving someone else a boost to their business, plus she could wield a bit of her seductive power in some… interesting ways. That day, however, was shaping up to be another eight hours of disappointment.

In all honesty, Starry relished the opportunity to grow a bit, if only because it broke up the monotony. Day in and day in, she had to deal with the exact same nonsense without anything to spice it up, so to suddenly develop a case of the bigness was always a welcome change; but as much as she strained her muscles to try and pop out of her shirt, absolutely nothing happened, drawing a sigh from her lips as she greeted the next customer in line, who was clearly more interested in her shirt-stretching bosom than anything else.

“Milk from the tap?” she asked, hoping the canid would get the idea, smiling widely when he nodded so quickly his face became a blur, “Coming right up, then~!”

Unbuttoning her shirt took barely a second from how well-trained that gesture was, and a small wave of murmuring arose in the clientele once they saw the vixen pull out one of her nipples to drop some cream into the man’s coffee. It was a perfectly normal sight inside of that café, even if the newcomers were still getting accustomed to it, and of course, of all things, that gesture had to be the one to trigger it.

Starry felt it before she saw it: the mounting pressure inside of her chest, hitting her like a hammer pounding from inside her ribcage, the sudden increase in temperature all over her body, and the faintest hints of churning coming from inside of her tits. They were all signs meant to warn her of what was about to come, and the vixen couldn’t help but smile widely once she got her confirmation: her shirt beginning to tear.

“I wouldn’t stand there if I were you,” she murred, pointing at the customer in front of her, “unless you want your own shirt to be ruined, obviously.”

As soon as she spoke those words, a loud rip heralded the top half of her uniform being torn apart by the sudden, explosive growth of her bust, utterly destroying her bra in the process of nearly tripling in size! With a loud thump, both milkers landed on the table underneath her, causing her to arch her back forwards just to help deal with the sudden influx of sensations threatening to take her over. Within seconds, she was in full flow, two small rivers of milk breaking free from their confines and running onto the floor, while her boss looked on from the other side of the counter with a hungry look on her face and a tongue licking her lips.

The growth didn’t stop either, with each second adding more mass onto a pair of tits that remained near-perfectly spherical, courtesy of just how much fluid build-up was inside of them. Any pressure whatsoever would make them leak out gallons more than they already were, thus why Starry found it best to invite the two nearest customers to come drink straight from the source. It was a tradition at that point, and the cats that got up to take her up on her offer were already well-known to her: Tom and Brandon, two felines nearly as thirsty as her boss was and with the bellies to show for it, padded out by constant feedings and overuse of her milky offerings.

Soon enough, she couldn’t even move from her spot; the weight on her chest had become too much for her to carry without her back breaking, and Starry was immensely grateful for the sudden growth to have happened while she was manning the front counter. The last time the vixen had to go through that, it caught her in the middle of the café while she was sweeping up some trash, pinning her down in the one spot that was the most inconvenient. At least like this she could flaunt her stuff, bringing both arms behind her head and making a show of shaking her torso from side to side just to show off how absolutely none of that motion had an impact on her tits.

The flow of milk continued to thicken, until it became less a leak and more of a low-pressure hose, the two waterfalls of cream turning into small arches and the sounds of them splattering onto the ground becoming easier to make out in between the hollering crowd. Starry herself knew that this was just the beginning; trying to push her fingers into her own breastflesh told her that there was already no room for them in there, which allied with the constantly-rising sense of near-bursting was enough to let her know that her lactic production had just barely begun to kick into overdrive. The table serving as her support strut, meanwhile, was loudly complaining about the amount of strain it was being put under, and the vixen had to start thinking about alternatives before the wooden counter just broke down completely.

Thankfully, her body provided the best answer possible for her mobility issues. It hadn’t been the first time Starry felt that, but the previous occasion in which she had the pleasure of undergoing that type of transformation had been so long ago that the sensations struck her as entirely novel; knowing what was going to come afterwards just sweetened an already delicious treat.

The vixen’s spine began to lengthen, her torso expanding unnaturally and giving her a few more feet in oddly-disproportionate height, just barely lifting her tits off the table for the duration; said torso would begin to thicken as well, growing outwards with raw muscle and sinew as it prepared itself to carry the tremendous amounts of weight that was yet to come. Somewhere in between her legs and arms, two fleshy nubs appeared off her side, two spindly, branch-like appendages protruding from them and slowly shaping themselves into a brand new pair of… legs? There was no doubt about it, those were paws at the end, not hands, and the reason for this became exceedingly clear once everyone heard her spine snap.

What used to be her waist was suddenly bent over ninety-degrees, forcing her new torso-body to run parallel to the ground and allowing her new pair of legs to slam heavily against the table, keeping her tauric body anchored down and her immense breasts hanging in midair, multiple customers congregating underneath them to get a taste of their sweet bounty. A foot or so in front of her forelegs, a new waist was formed, Starry’s skeletal structure once again snapping loudly as it forced what remained of her original body to stand upright atop her new, equine-inspired self. This not only made her tower over everyone else inside the café, to the point where her head was several feet closer to the ceiling, but it also gave her a lot less room to work with; therefore, it was only fair that she crush the front table with her powerful limbs, giving her some space to move forward.

The tauric Starry could walk again; though her tits were just as heavy as they had been before her transformation, being able to carry them around on four legs and a much stronger spine made it significantly easier to tease everyone by shaking them around, even as they kept growing in size and productivity, leaving the ground a complete mess and the clientele begging for more. And they’d get more; the taur-vixen’s tits continued to output increasing amounts of milk, to the point where it barely took more than five minutes for her to start feeling the weight pinning her down again, leaving her significantly more alarmed than normal. She’d never experienced that level of growth so quickly, and given what was fueling it, there was always a non-zero chance that this time might very well be… it. A shame if that were the case; she quite liked that universe.

But no, it was simply a case of her body deciding to go a bit wild, because the sensations that hit her next left her smiling like an idiot at what was about to transpire. It was a common enough transformation, but only once did Starry have the opportunity to mix it with a tauric body, and given what happened that one time… she was going to enjoy herself, she knew that much.

Underneath her original rack, six small dots appeared on her vulpine torso. These quickly inflamed and swelled until they became easily identifiable as nipples, followed quickly by the skin around them bulging outwards as they moved forward, rising like dough as three more pairs of tits began to rapidly fill up and expand to meet the size of the original reack; much like it, the other three were already in full leaking mode, albeit not producing nearly as much… at least for a few minutes. Given enough time, her chest became an absurdity of size and obscenity, with eight tits all vying for dominance and struggling to find room for themselves on such limited space, the pressure exerted by the sudden stacking forcing all of those mounds to output such a ridiculous amount of milk that it became less like a set of hoses and more like fire hydrants! The windows began to crack and everyone did their best to avoid being directly in front of her, especially once the weight became too much and the vixen-taur collapsed, leaving her once again pinned down by the size and weight of her bust in the middle of the café. It was only fitting that happened to her; she did break through the counter and head out just so she could flaunt, and at the very least it gave her a reason to tease everyone about how she wouldn’t need to mop up now that she couldn’t even move anymore!

This alone was already an indicator that things were getting incredibly out of hand; knowing what kind of employee Starry was, her boss had invested into a series of high-strength, top-grade drains, which had been installed just about anywhere that could remotely see a leakage problem. Assuming that nothing clogged the system, they were able to process so much milk that even the vixen’s occasional growth spurts didn’t do much damage. That day, however, everyone was already walking on an inch-thick covering of cream, and the longer the front door remained closed, the higher the flood “waters” rose.

Not that any of the customers were about to do anything to stop it, of course; most of them had already surrendered to the debauchery and were openly rolling around in all the white, swallowing mouthfuls of it and lending some of its transformative powers to their own bodies. The consequences weren’t as severe as Starry’s, whose multiple rows had already reached the ceiling and just barely avoided destroying the windows by virtue of some kind of divine intervention. The inside of the café was rising in temperature, its customers increasingly dizzy as the sweet smell of the vixen’s milk invaded their nostrils and forced itself into their everywhere, unable to escape as the fluid pressure quickly became too much for anyone to open the emergency exits.

Starry’s body wasn’t done, though. Eight breasts in four rows and it was only barely starting, as befitting someone whose form was nothing if not a gateway to other universes where a growth spurt like that barely qualified as even existing; the presence of her alternate selves was a constant nuisance for the immobilized vixen, who more often than not had to push them back to prevent their influence from being felt. She quite enjoyed her simple life, and while they had no doubt they’d eventually succumb to the same godlike mania as the other Starries, this one was content in going about her routine just like she’d always been; the random explosions of size and production were thus her version of a compromise, where her body temporarily became a vessel, a conduit for the forces trying to dominate her just so they could blow off some steam. It was a hassle, and in some ways quite rude now that she thought about it, but whenever her eyes turned to face anyone in the crowd and saw how they were having the time of their lives, it was all worth it; if there was anything the vixen adored, it was making other people happy, so being able to enjoy herself and bring some measure of relief to a bunch of very tired people looking for a good time made enduring the spurts a slightly more tolerable experience than it would normally be.

She just wished they didn’t happen so often. Spent a fortune on clothes every month, really.

Regardless, the second stage of her transformation was beginning, one that was entirely unexpected, threw Starry for a loop and made her wonder if she shouldn’t ask her boss to call the local fire department, considering what was about to happen. Never before had she felt that much pressure building up inside of her when her tits had already grown that much, and the fear that her alternate selves were trying to directly override her grew so much that her punch-drunk smile actually faltered for a few seconds. If she didn’t enact some measure of control over herself, this might very well be it, and the last thing the vixen wanted was to hurt anyone during her ascension.

Rather than an explosive, city-smashing amount of extra mass suddenly pouring into her, however, Starry instead felt the ground very slowly begin to leave her reach. Daring to look down, the already-luminescent blush on her cheeks grew brighter still once she saw what was causing it: as if the four pairs of mammaries on her torso weren’t enough, her tauric body had sprouted multiple more on its underside, all of them already so bloated that only the tips of her toes could even scratch the floor. Soon enough, even the rising tide of milk was too far away from her, the taur-vixen moaning loudly as an impressive ten milktanks grew to colossal sizes underneath her. Mostly submerged in the small lake of milk of her own making, she could still feel them as they expelled their contents at the same rate as the ones on her torso, only adding to the growing flooding problem all around her; the shortest among their customers were already having trouble staying above the “water”line, with the tallest having to help them up just so they wouldn’t vanish underneath the surface. Seeing as her milkers continued to grow even in their engorged state, Starry could only imagine how bad it would get.

Down below, in the murky depths beneath her breastflesh, the drains were working in overdrive, desperately attempting to empty the café of the sudden intrusion of milk. The neighboring houses could hear the loud gurgling of the pipes as they were filled with the thick fluid, endless gallons of it rushing down into the sewers below. There was a precarious balance established between the system and Starry’s productive self, at least for the time being: she produced, she output, and the pipes running below the street outside were slowly filled to capacity. Wouldn’t take more than ten minutes for that deal to be broken and for passers-by to get a good look at the various manholes overflowing with a mysterious white liquid, right before the pressure blew itself through the roof along with the heavy covers, sending pedestrians running in a blind panic and setting off multiple car alarms once those sewer lids came crashing down on them. Thankfully, no one was hurt, though the spectacle did attract a lot of attention towards the café, who everyone could see was either being flooded by something, or had randomly painted their windows completely white for some reason.

Inside, the amount of wiggle room was quickly being reduced to zero, with the customers having, at best, two or three feet left in the air pocket in between the surface of the milky reservoir and the ceiling. In a moment of desperation, Starry’s boss opened the door to the kitchen and staff area, allowing some of the flooding to vent somewhere else and giving everyone a momentary respite… right before the vixen’s ever-climbing production, already having slammed her back against the ceiling, made it all a moot point by filling the entire building up to where it had been before. From the outside, any curious visitors might see cracks finally beginning to form on the windows, the more knowledgeable among them doing the smart thing and running as quickly as they could away from ground zero. Inside, very few, if any of the customers were aware of what was about to happen, being too entranced by the sight of a vixen-taur who had become more breast than woman.

Inside the small lake of milk, the crowd had taken to wrapping their bodies around Starry’s gigantic tits, taking in whole mouthfuls of her sweet cream and only heading back to the surface for air when it became absolutely necessary. It was a long line of supplicants all waiting for their turn, sending so much conflicting information into Starry’s head that all she could do was loudly beg for it to never stop. That said, the pressure on all sides was becoming unbearable; not only was her back flattened against the ceiling, but her torso was so heavily squeezed down by her impossibly-huge nine rows of breasts that breathing, already difficult as it was in that cramped space, became harder and harder to the point where her vision was beginning to tunnel.

Then she heard it. Glass shattering.

With a mighty roar, a torrent of milk exploded onto the street outside, taking with it anyone brave or stupid enough to not have vacated the premises, along with any of the customers that weren’t holding onto her frame. Above her, the building’s structure failed to contain her, at long last cracking and giving the vixen some much-needed breathing room as the colossal mounds she sported had her plow through to the second floor. The whole café was torn down, collapsing all around her and very nearly injuring several dozen people, funnily enough saved thanks to either being swept away by the currents or hiding in the many cleavages her body produced.

With the pressure gone, Starry could enjoy herself again, though by that point there was little left for her to do but lie there on top of the building-sized racks she’d developed. To say that moving was impossible would be an understatement; her paws were several feet above the ground, her legs stretched out thanks to the curvature of her tits. From her perspective, they were quickly becoming a flat bed on which she could rest rather than any kind of sphere, though it was doubtful she’d be able to get any kind of shut-eye, given that her tits’ productivity was still high enough that she was gaining a good foot every time they pulsated, the buildings next to where the café used to stand approaching at a fast pace. Within seconds she was pressing herself against them, the rumbling of concrete accompanied by distant, muffled screams signalling just how much force she was applying on them.

But no demolition came to pass; though they came very close to being destroyed, the apartment blocks and stores next to her were spared from the same fate as Café Grande thanks to Starry’s growth finally halting after a slowdown period. It wasn’t that much of a consolation, given that each of her mounds was easily big enough to fill up the entirety of her old workplace, leaving her wondering just what her future was going to be.

Down below, a large crowd had gathered around her, and since the flood of endorphins had stopped somewhat, Starry had the opportunity to actually reflect on what had just happened. She wasn’t a giant; her tits were. Therefore, to see all of those people looking so insignificant next to her body left her quite flustered, to say the least. She wanted to say something, maybe even find her boss and apologize, promise to use all the money from selling her milk to help pay for repairs, but when the vixen-taur found the wolf suckling happily on one of the many, many milk spouts emanating from one of her several teats… Starry figured it was best to leave business discussions for later.

For the time being, and with no other options left, she gave herself some time to think. At the very least the growth had stopped, though the amount of damage done was incredibly worrying; her body had a tendency to turn every size record into a new minimum, forcing her down a path of ever-escalating growth spurts, so to suddenly bypass several dozen milestones and go straight for that gigantic titty monster form worried her deeply. The next time this happened, not only would she grow that large again, but most likely would end up flattening a significant portion of the city around her, to say nothing of what would then take place in the incident after that one.

It was a sign that her other selves were attempting to impose themselves onto her even harder than before, something that left her wondering just how long she had left for that world… or vice-versa, as the case may be. It was a terrifying thought, especially once she felt it bite at the back of her mind.

Down below, the crowd erupted into cheers when they heard it too. Starry, meanwhile, went through all five stages of grief in about a split second before replacing acceptance with resignation, figuring that if there was any time for her to take that next step, this had to be it.

Inside of her, her milk began churning again. The pressure grew even faster than before.

And the buildings next to them began to crumble.