Cat and the Cream (Random Writing for Xilimyth)

“So, when are you hitting puberty already~?”

Xili winced at the words, though still managed to put on a smile due to where they came from. Of all the people she knew, Lizzie was the only one who got to crack jokes at the expense of her size, if only because the dragoness herself was eager to share her own, plushy bosom whenever the dracat needed some squish time. It still stung, much as Xili’s friend didn’t want it to, and thus the feline made sure her sad kitten eyes were on full display so her friend would pick her up and shove her face right into some warm dragon tits.

Always a good time.

“Sorry, kitten…” Lizzie sighed, gently rocking Xili back and forth.

“Don’t be, it’s alright… just wish it finally did, you know?”

It was no secret that the dracat spent an inordinate amount of time worrying about her figure, and how much it hadn’t blossomed during her teenage years. Coming from a family of big cats, both figuratively and very much literally, made her assume that she’d carry on the legacy and end up becoming a sculpted, busty amazon herself. But the closer she got to her 20th birthday, the less progress was made, until it became obvious that, apart from a modest pair of B-cups and just the slightest curve to her hips, “growing up” wouldn’t have a whole lot of growing for her to do.

A crying shame, really.

She’d tried everything, from more “recognized” methods like milk-inducing techniques and even tried-and-tested supplements, to the more dangerous attempts using unlicensed growth hormones and enough milk boosters to supply a dairy farm. And while the cocktail of chemicals had succeeded in giving her a pair of breasts that lactated, they didn’t do a lot for her size; full, but still tiny, and infuriatingly resistant to any change. So much so that the dracat had all-but given up trying, with most of her focus being shifted towards learning how to feel better about herself at the size she was at. It was a hard journey, and every ounce of self-acceptance was earned only through an uncomfortable amount of effort and emotional support from Lizzie, but it felt like she could do it, given enough time.

Which was why it was suddenly very inconvenient that one day Xili woke up feeling her nightshirt a bit tighter around her chest.

The chee had already spent so much time convincing herself she was perfectly fine being as small as she was, only to have her body decide that it would be a great idea if it gave itself a little size boost when she wasn’t looking. Xili couldn’t believe it at first; figuring that it was just her body being more tired than usual after the previous day’s workout, she didn’t even think twice about it until walking in front of her bathroom mirror, on which she saw a reflection that most definitely was not her. The dracat staring back at her from the other side of the smudged glass was at least four cup sizes larger and had two spots on her shirt that trickled down its fabric until they dripped onto the floor with a faint pitter-patter of water droplets. Except, of course, it wasn’t water.

Wrenching her eyes away from her reflection proved to be a harder challenge than expected, and if it weren’t for the urgent need to change into something that wasn’t sopping wet with her own cream, the dracat might very well not have been able to do it. With the puddle on the ground growing by the second, however, it was time to get moving and do something about all that leakage, at which point Xili was forced to confront herself with the fact that yes, she had grown, and no, it wasn’t just a dream she was experiencing.

It was hard to tell what exactly had done the trick, especially since she’d stopped deliberately trying to force herself to become bigger several weeks prior. If anything had a delayed reaction, pinning down what exactly it was would prove to be an impossible task, even if most of the stuff she took hadn’t been a bunch of unregulated drugs that came packaged inside folded-up napkins. Still, the bounce was all too real and the weight even more so, and having to deal with the spillage using a bunch of paper towels and a non-insignificant amount of elbow grease made her realize that she enjoyed the experience even more than she thought she would.

After years of lusting after greater sizes, the chee had created some pretty high expectations when it came to how she’d feel about finally reaching her size goals. Part of the process of letting go of that dream of hers involved breaking down these fantasies and convincing herself that it wouldn’t be that great even if she did have it. It’d just be a normal part of her life, something she’d have to deal with and would present its unique set of challenges.

All of that effort was immediately discarded and burnt into a crisp the moment Xili brought her hands to her new bust and squeezed it, sinking her fingers into the milky fat and feeling her flesh overflow from between them. To describe it would be to do it a disservice; it was something to be felt and experienced to its fullest, not talked about or put into words. And so Xili did just that, spending the better part of her morning exploring her new curves and ensuring no inch of her new bosom went without the attention it deserved. Only the gurgling of her empty stomach reminded her that she had other things to do that day, with the first thing on the list being to actually eat something before she passed out.

Lizzie’s reaction nearly mirrored Xili’s in sheer excitement, with the dragon bouncing up and down and just barely containing her happy squeaking when they picked the dracat up and gave them a great big bearhug, squeezing both their busts together so they could feel one another’s sizes pressing against one another. It was honestly even more enjoyable than the dracat had ever hoped for, which only exacerbated the confusing mess of emotions the chee was trying to make sense out of. On one hand, it could very well be a one-time fluke, and the part of her she’d been building up as a way of giving up her size goals was quick to remind her that she shouldn’t be putting too many hopes on an inexplicable growth spurt that, as far as she knew, would never repeat itself. On the other, however, was the insatiable, size-hungry, lusty dracat who had been screaming incoherently ever since that morning, demanding ever more and greater things for their body. It was hard to reconcile those two positions; they weren’t exactly possessed of the same quantity of merit… but goddamn was it hard to ignore how amazing it was to feel those two spherical weights pulling down at her back whenever she moved. It was just like Xili had always been told, and now the chee got to experience it firsthand!

First order of business was getting some new clothes, and at Lizzie’s insistence, they went to an above-average place that made custom-tailored pieces; the dragon was friends with the manager and nearly always secured a heavy discount whenever she went there, and was thus convinced that all they needed to do was talk to them about what happened to the dracat’s body for Xili to get some of that sweet half-price-off the dragoness had been receiving for years. Besides, as Lizzie was fond of pointing out, why go for something that might not fit them properly when they had the option of clothing that would hug their new frame as much as it could without being uncomfortable? Both of the girls giggled at the mental image of Xili filling out a shirt that was just big enough to qualify as not being undersized, even if it did tent magnificently over the chee’s tits and draw every eye in the room. Far as any of them cared, there was no other way to do it, and with a wide smile on their faces, the two went ahead and spent a good couple hundred on new bras for the dracat, followed by a bit of shopping binge to fill out the chee’s wardrobe as much as she herself would.

All throughout the day, Xili had to contain her excitement just to prevent herself from squealing with joy every other step; hell, it was hard enough keeping her hands away from her chest, even needing a few sideways glances from Lizzie in order to keep herself decent and not descend into mindless self-exploration. Obscene though it may be, it was the dragoness promising to scratch that itch herself when they got home that gave the chee the willpower required to endure the aching need burning inside of her, even if just barely. Sadly enough, this “scratching” ended up being just that: Lizzie sticking her girl friend’s head into her own bosom and then providing her with an hour-long headscritch with a complementary backrub.

By all means, it should’ve made Xili feel like she’d been cheating out of something, but as much as she hated to admit it, she was a complete slut for that kind of lovey-dovey snuggling stuff.

The following weeks were fraught with frustration on the dracat’s part, as while the adaptation to her new size was absolutely fantastic, the fact that her bust refused to grow even larger was, without a doubt, the biggest disappointment in her life. Such a long time without any changes, only to suddenly gain cup sizes out of nowhere… and then stop once again, leaving the feline hungering for more and unable to do anything about it. She wasn’t going to start dumping even more cash into the same kind of stimulants and enhancers she nearly overdosed on before; without any knowledge of what had caused her growth spurt, it was like playing with fire while doused in gasoline.

At the very least, the assorted mess of new routines and adjusted behaviours that came with suddenly sprouting that much more bosom was enough to keep the dracat occupied with something, even if it didn’t completely take her mind off of wanting more. Draining herself had become a necessity rather than an afterthought, as the sudden increase in mass had come packaged with its own little surprises; namely, an unexpected uptick in her lactation.

Whereas before the chee could go several days without bothering herself by turning the pumps on, forgoing their use for even a single day was now a recipe for waking up with another ruined shirt, the cloth irreparably damaged by the streams of sweet milk pouring out of her during the night. In its own way, it was pretty damn good; few people got to experience what she was going through, and that in itself should be its own reward. In fact, some days, it managed to be; those few occasions where Xili could focus her mind away from her growthlust and instead on what she had achieved were one of the few times the dracat felt truly satisfied with her own body, and that sense of bliss was usually enough to keep them going for a couple of days before the inevitable desire for more ended up knocking on the door again.

Maddening.

Lizzie, at least, was a great source of help during the transitional period; Xili felt it best not to ask where the dragoness got her knowledge on dairy production from, nor where she magicked up enough maternity bras that were of a suspiciously perfect size for the dracat. She had long-since learned that some things were better left unexplained, and thus assumed it was all above board whenever her friend produced an item that just seemed to perfectly solve whatever issue she was having at the time.

It was at Lizzie’s suggestion that Xili started actively working towards expanding her bust even more, rather than waiting for lightning to strike twice. It all seemed quite pointless, as the exercises never worked before, but the dragoness convinced the dracat that if her breasts reacted to something in order to grow, then she might as well try the safer options to see if they did anything. Besides, with her milkiness having increased as dramatically as it did, maybe the massage and draining techniques would have some kind of effect after all!

Xili was never really convinced, but humored her friend anyway, if only because a chance at something was always greater than not even trying in the first place. Predictably, however, it yielded nothing but soreness and regret, with the chee giving up any attempt at improving her then-current size after just a few days of trying. She was sure Lizzie would urge her to keep going, remind her than even in the best of circumstances it would take days to weeks before any effect became immediately visible, but Xili didn’t care; her tits had grown to their current state literally overnight, not over an excruciatingly long period of pain, which could only mean one of the drugs did it. And with no further spurts in sight, it was more than likely that whatever had happened was just a residual aftertaste, and a one-time event at that. With that thought, the dracat resigned herself once again to the idea of just never growing bigger again, and even considered turning back to those self-denial exercises she’d taken up before spontaneously growing four extra cup sizes.

How surprising, then, that one morning the exact same thing happened.

Just like the previous occurrence, it didn’t immediately register in the chee’s mind; what with her having had the time to get used to the new weight, she assumed it was just a particularly full night, and decided to deal with it accordingly. Grumbling after being woken up at the ungodly hour of 8 AM, Xili walked over to the bathroom and was about to grab the electric pumps from the shelf when her hand brushed up against something soft. She didn’t think too much about it at first, but it became harder to ignore when she took a step forward; as per the instruction manual, the chee needed to make sure the suction cups were clean, and rather than risk her tired eyes missing any important detail, she’d just taken to giving them a good rinse in the sink. That morning, however, moving closer to it nearly made her jump out of her skin as two spots on her body were suddenly stung by how cold the porcelain was!

The small jump was enough to let Xili know something was dreadfully wrong with her… or, considering what that something was, dreadfully right. She could hardly believe it, but the two nubs where the sink had made its presence known were her nipples, both of which were capping a set of breasts the size of which she had never imagined seeing on her frame before. The chee assumed she was dreaming; bringing her index fingers and thumbs to her buds in order to “test” that theory, it was easy for her to lose track of time and end up on the floor of her bathroom, back bent forward and mouth open to let her tongue roll out, a thin droplet of drool constantly at its tip while the dracat pleasured her tits with hands that were far too small for them. As was to be expected, such a massive increase in size came with an equally-powerful boost to her productivity, and even a few seconds of stimulation were enough to set her on full flow, painting the ground white with her cream and bringing such a delightful warmth to her chest that, for the duration of her milking session, the ambient chill may as well not be there. The fullness she felt, as well as the relief from allowing it to flow out from her, did more than any set of clothes could; when the puddle of milk grew wide enough to start lapping at her knees, then legs and finally feet, she knew that this was right. That she had always deserved to be right there, full as a milky cow and just as willing to empty herself out, knowing it was only a matter of time before she was full up again. 

To her absolute delight, the draining did nothing to her size, which was… respectable, to say the least. It was no longer worth it to measure things in cup sizes, even if she knew those puppies hadn’t rolled over the alphabet once; still, it felt unnecessary and oddly constraining to resort to rigid letters or measurement systems, when her bust was officially big enough to cover her whole chest down to her fur-hidden navel and wide to the point where quite a bit of its outer edge poked out from her sides. Xili could picture herself already: hitting the beach, wearing a slingshot bikini and bouncing all over the place, making sure to attract as much attention as she could before stopping, placing both hands on her hips, and then turning back to wink and blow a smile at whatever cute little thing happened to be nearer to her. Just the thought that her tits would be fully visible even without having to turn her back around was enough to nearly have her go over the edge on the spot; but that was for later. Now, she had other plans.

Lizzie needed to see this. Not because Xili wanted to brag about it (even though she did), but because the chee had finally become larger than her dragoness friend, and was dying for the chance to pay it forward a bit and do some headscritching of her own. She figured her tits were big enough to hold Lizzie’s head when they refused to fit into any bras and turned all of her shirts into barely-there tops that revealed enough underboob to make a hand disappear.

Big enough for her friend, at least.