Relaxing Retreat (Commission for Hyacinth)

The walk over to the cabin was surprisingly pleasant; the heat had given up just enough that neither of them were too tired, leaving them with enough time and energy left to drop their stuff by the side of the water, strip and then jump in, the lake being just cool enough to serve as the perfect contrast for their journey there.

Iris and Tempest had decided to take a short trip to a summer cabin the latter had rented out, taking advantage of an extended weekend to get some quality time between the two of them; with work having been exhausting, all they really wanted was to spend a couple of days alone in one another’s presence, no one there to bother or make demands of them, no schedules or obligations… just the two of them, happy as could be, embracing in the middle of a cold lake and sharing an intimate kiss. It was customary for the two swans to just lose themselves in one another for hours at a time, and if not for them having to keep afloat, they were in the perfect spot to spend most of the day exploring one another’s forms.

Tempest, in particular, took every opportunity he could get to massage her lover’s ample breasts; he knew it helped with how sore she was always felt, even if just a little, so as a doting partner he figured it was his duty to give her whatever assistance she needed. It was a fortunate side-effect of his ministrations that the larger bird’s milk production had a tendency to increase the more her breasts were properly attended to, something that both of them were eager to abuse whenever they had the chance; and right there, in the middle of that lake, where weight meant very little, just seemed like the perfect spot.

The couple remained there for as long as they could before their tired legs began to give out, but not before Tempest got a good ten minutes of resting his head in between his partner’s chest-obscuring, marshmallow-soft pillows, hands sinking into their pudge just beneath the waterline. Iris could feel the production inside starting to kick in, and on that moment, had a perfect idea. Poor Tempest had been working so hard, and even went the full mile to get them a cabin in the most amazing spot ever… so she would treat him.

Typically, the two were content with just milking her whenever she showed signs of being fuller than usual; this led to her breasts having gained a few cup sizes ever since they started dating, even more than the natural growth Iris just normally went through. Though she was capable of filling far past capacity, it was normally too much trouble than it was worth, what with them having to deal with their work and everyday responsibilities. But there, far from anything and anyone, alone for two days without a care in the world?

Well, what better time and place to test her limits a bit?

Carrying him over from the lake to the cabin, Iris made sure never to let Tempest go; with about four feet of difference between the two of them, carrying the tiny boy with his head stuck between her tits had become a bit of a tradition whenever they could afford to get friskier than usual, and their retreat would be no different. The smaller male’s eyes fluttered close as his arms wrapped themselves instinctively around his partner’s waist, allowing his weight to rest easily on her frame; Iris could carry him without a sweat, so no need to worry about it, really.

Once inside, it was straight to the bath for the both of them; after the hike and the swim, Iris had planned on just snuggling about lazily in bed for a couple of hours before they got started on making dinner, and after deciding on keeping herself “contained” for the sake of giving Tempest something to worry about, taking a bath was just a necessity; her lover had the most amazing knack for finding parts of her she wasn’t even aware she had, what with his smaller size letting him really get into all of her curves in the most minute detail. More often than not he’d just boobhat himself, using a bellyrub as an excuse when no such excuse was even needed; that particular shower was no exception, as Iris wanted to make sure to tease Tempest as much as she could.

The first sign the young swan got that his predilection for milk wasn’t going to be satisfied in the usual way was when Iris kept gently pushing his beak away from her nipples whenever he tried to get too close; he figured it was just her not understanding what he was doing at first, but when his further attempts were frustrated, he began wondering just what was happening. Only after looking up and seeing Iris’ teasing smile, accompanied by one of her fingers wagging from side to side, did he realize what he was being forbidden from doing. Did she go loopy from all the heat? Didn’t she know what building up milk did for her? She was already pushing it, not having drained herself before heading to the cabin, and now she wanted more?

Truly, it should have made Tempest worry about his partner’s decisions… but, on the other hand, her bust was sloshing deliciously every time she swung it from side to side, and she did seem to like doing that quite a lot. It was hypnotic, irresistible, and he soon found himself turning his head to accompany the rhythm, right before sinking it into that fluffy, feathery paradise, making sure to keep his hands busy grabbing so much of Iris’ soft flesh that it overflowed between his fingers. Instinct took over after that, with Tempest being completely unaware of his arms moving to pick up some soap, running on auto-pilot when he dutifully reached for every spot on Iris’ body that he could get his hands on. It was a ritual the two shared, and one that had been perfected over time, hence why their showers always took far longer than they should; at least they emerged from them looking cleaner than the soap they were using, just in time to wrap a towel around their two bodies and lazily make their way to the bedroom, where the next stage of their quality alone time would take place.

Their short stay at the cabin had already produced visible results on Iris’ bust, courtesy of her refusal to allow Tempest to relieve any pressure; she was quick to fill up, even quicker to bloat, and without any real limits to how large she could become, the thought of just cutting loose and seeing how far she could take herself was always in her head to some degree or another. Her natural size before meeting her loverboy was already constantly increasing, but Tempest’s tender touch had made sure that the rate had slowly accelerated over time. Stretching out with milky build-up and then draining herself smaller left her bust more capable of accommodating increases in size, and what was initially just easier bloating quickly turned into permanent mass. Iris hadn’t expected to sport a pair of tits big enough to cover her chest until several years later, and yet there she had them, unable to go any smaller.

And with how hard Tempest was taking care of them on the way to their bedroom, the larger swan could only dream of what size goals she’d reach during those two days alone in the woods.

The bed itself creaked hard enough for the both of them to flinch in response, having to very carefully lower their bodies onto the mattress to avoid doing any permanent damage to it. Wasn’t the first time that happened, but it was still a beautiful reminder of the excess that permeated their intimate life; their last foray into bed-creaking fun ended up with Iris filling a third of their fridge with her milk, and she was only about twice as big as she was right now!

Of course, it wouldn’t do for Tempest to just go headfirst into it like a starved man; being the gentle lover he was, the swan knew he needed to give his lover as much care and attention as he could afford, really make her feel like her whole body was melting from the affection before even trying about anything else. To that end, why not do exactly what he always did? Nothing better for the two of them than spending a couple of hours (or four) slowly massaging Iris’ bust, the smaller male sinking his ends into those milk-stuffed udders like his life depended on it, and yet making sure to always keep his enthusiasm down enough that he’d never actually hurt her; he knew firsthand how sensitive Iris could get when she was full, and wasn’t about to cross any lines.

To that end, the two lazed about, Tempest having his back rubbed while he himself worked on his lover’s chest, letting his head fall into the ever-filling cleavage and his hands dance around their contours. Basking in one another’s warmth was almost the best part of it on its own, and it wouldn’t be the first time the two got together to enjoy themselves only to completely lose track of time with the supposed “foreplay”. It never felt like they were missing out on anything; just the simple act of being together was often more than enough to keep them happy and satisfied, with anything else just being an extra laid on top.

Still, even the two lovebirds couldn’t just go forever without taking it up a few notches every once in a while; so, while Iris was more than happy to let her partner fondle her tits for hours on end, feeling them slowly cover more of her chest and spill out onto the bed, she was in no mood to be a passive recipient that day. Just as Tempest was getting comfortable and believing himself to be in control of the situation, the larger swan turned the tables by simply... rolling around, taking her lover with her and pinning him to the bed, causing it to creak ever louder when all of that mass suddenly shifted on top of it. It was easy enough to get the smaller one to just give up resisting altogether; shove some tits on top of his face and not only would his body become hers to control, but his shaft stood at attention faster than any other male Iris had the pleasure of feeling inside herself. This is what made Tempest such a great partner: loving and caring when it was necessary, and an absolute beast when it wasn’t.

By the point the two got to it, the larger swan’s breasts had already been filled with enough milk that they refused to move off of Tempest’s face, even when Iris’ lower body made short work of his turgid member. She could hear him mumbling, somewhere deep beneath the covering of heavy breastflesh and smothered by a bosom that was rapidly becoming more milk than anything else. Poor thing couldn't even breathe when he finally came, too lost in a valley of marshmallow that only swelled harder the more his hands explored it. As for Iris, feeling her lover’s warmth inside (and later outside, with some cautious hip movement) of her was the cherry on top of the cake that just made the whole experience that much better. Utterly exhausted from hours of doing nothing, capped by the short-and-sweet workout, the two fell into the same-old rhythm of finding parts of one another to rub and massage, with Tempest predictably focusing on two particular areas of Iris’ body.

With the first day out of the way, and their night being spent sleeping a good ten hours despite their constant resting over the day, it was up to the larger swan to make their remaining time there be as worth it as possible. Walking around with a tight slingshot bikini that only accentuated the absurd amounts of milky fat on her chest, letting her wobble and jiggle with each step, was only the first part of it; Iris spent the whole day rubbing up against Tempest, demanding cuddles at every opportunity and very much getting them, her lover eager to help drive her growth to greater heights than ever before. He was clearly transfixed, unable to help himself whenever he saw and heard that pair of milkers walk into the room; the sloshing of their contents was loud enough that it could be heard through the walls... the few times Iris ever left his side. More often than not, they were making a racket right next to him, letting him know just what he was missing every time he had to do something other than squeeze them.

It lasted for the whole day and it was maddening; no matter how much energy Tempest put into trying to satisfy her, Iris was insatiable, constantly demanding more from her lover, even when her bust began to strain her skimpiest swimwear and started to cover her knees. Each colossal milktank protruded so far from either side of her torso that they were just about twice as wide as she was… which only gave Tempest the best bed to rest on when the two finally gave up on their afternoon-long rubdown and went to sleep, once more completely spent despite doing very little for the whole day. The smaller swan fell asleep to the sounds of the ocean in both ears, while Iris struggled to close her eyes thanks to the immense, overwhelming pressure constantly pounding on her chest. It took hours, but she finally gave in, only to wake up before the sun was even up, needing to focus all of her power not to lose herself to the burning desire to pleasure herself, lest she wake up her precious little bird resting on her body-covering bosom.

Packing up later in the day was an exercise in careful movement, as any stray bump could very well set Iris off; she was already leaking like a faucet and needing to change the pads on her nipples every ten minutes or so, but was still adamant in not being milked before the trip back to the train station. Both of them knew it was going to be an hour-long walk, at least, before they even reached the town, during which their only company would be themselves and the ever-present sloshing of those monstrously overstuffed tits with each step Iris took. But a single hug and some cooing later, Tempest was convinced that it was, indeed, the best course of action.

Fat lot of good it would do to him if he didn’t; he was completely stuck in those breasts, unable to move thanks to Iris squishing them in. The larger swan bid her farewell to the cabin, getting stuck in the door for a couple of seconds before pushing herself out, and then happily bounced down the path to the forest trail.

It was going to be a long walk home.