BE Careful what you Wish for

CW: A lot of BE, lactating, self-milking, bloating

I don't even know where this came from. My brain just decided 'yeah, let's be extra kinky today in this specific direction'. And now this exists. Have fun!

Brill was pissed. She was always pissed. About everything. Her friends told her it was her defining personality trait. She told them to screw off. After realizing that she’d only proven their point, Brill had gotten even more pissed. And thus the cycle continues.

Why was Brill pissed on this particular occasion, however? It wasn’t because of her shitty customer service job - she was off today. It wasn’t because of her friends annoying the F out of her - that would be tonight, when she hit the town with them. It wasn’t because she was short - short people pull the baddest bitches. Brill can and will delete anyone that says differently.

No, Brill was pissed today because her package was two hours late. Why does the tracking app for a package give a seven hour range, and yet it would always STILL somehow be late!? What was the point of a God-damned tracking function if it was never ACCURATE? It was like painting an ice cube! Just F’ing POINTLESS!

Ah, whatever. At least it was here now. Brill slammed her highly anticipated package on the counter and giggled evilly. ‘Brill, let me cut this onion on your chest!’. ‘Brill, lie down, I need a level surface for a second!’ ‘Brill, your tits are small!’ Well, NO MORE! Never again would Brill bear the brunt of a flat joke! She would be be-titted! 

Be… be-titted? Be-boobed? Be-breasted? Shit, that all sounds bad. Just another reason to be pissed, she guessed. F. Just open the box and get this over with, dummy.

Brill cracked open the Zonazam package and pulled out a little bottle of pills. The pills took up, like, two percent of the box. What a freaking waste. She tossed the box aside and, without wasting a moment, cracked open the bottle. The plain little pink pills inside called to her, beckoning for her to embrace her new busty future. So she did! She poured a few into her palm and dry-swallowed them, not wanting to delay her fate for even a moment.

Jittery from excitement, Brill scuttled off to her bathroom. She quickly stripped off her top, leaving her bra on just for the experience. She took a quick selfie in the mirror. A little ‘before’ picture before the wonderful ‘Cup Corrector’ pills took effect. They sounded like a scam, sure, but Brill had done her due diligence! She’d read reviews, looked up videos, and done tarot readings! These weren’t a scam! They were legit! Soon enough, she’d be drowning in tits! Back-breaking, eye-drawing, bra-busting TIDDIES!

Yup. Aaaany moment now. Aaaaany moment… Ok, maybe if she popped a few more… and drank some water… yup, any moment now…

…

Damn it.

Ok, so in hindsight, a pretty obvious scam. Brill knew that. She did - really. It was just… when you’re five-one on the small side of AA-cups, and the only smidgen of sex appeal you’ve got is an above-average ass, there’s only so many times you can get called a child or a washing board before you start looking for needles in haystacks to solve your problems, alright? It’s not like this was the first miracle pill that Brill had tried, nor would it be the last. One of these damn pills would work someday! 

Brill turned to leave the bathroom, but as she did, something felt… off. She stopped. She turned back to the mirror. She leaned in close, looking down at her chest. She squinted. Hmm… surely not… it couldn’t be… but… maybe… if it was…

A wobble. The tiniest hint of a wobble above the lip of her bra. Brill’s eyes widened. Ooooh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit- it was HAPPENING! It was really, really HAPPENING! She shrieked and danced around and around. Her chest had NEVER wobbled before! NEVER! She had TIT FAT! YESSS!

Brill went back to the mirror to watch her progress. Now that she was paying attention, she could feel warmth gathering in her chest. It was pooling in her breasts, making them feel tingly and sensitive. She was too excited to care much about the feeling though. After all, finally, FINALLY she was outgrowing the bra size she’d been wearing for over ten years, since she was fourteen! She was watching it happen in real time! She could see the cups filling out, see soft flesh rising over the top, see the straps tightening on her shoulders! It - was - HAPPENING!

Within just a few minutes, Brill had officially dropped her boob size by a whole grade! She had straight B’s! She looked down at herself and marvelled at actually having cleavage. She could store so much SHIT in there! Finally, she could be one of the women making men in stores uncomfortable by pulling cash out of her cleavage! Eat it, dudes! Get turned on at work by her boob money! HAH!

Though… Brill was starting to wonder just how long she was going to grow for. She thought the advertising had mentioned going up a single cup size, but she was definitely still stretching that bra. It was already uncomfortable, and only getting more so with every passing second. Not that Brill was against getting even bigger - the more stacked she was, the happier she’d be, really! She just wanted to know what she was in store for. Mentally prep herself, right? Get in the mindset of a lady with certified jugs. Massive cans. Monumental mammories. The good stuff. 

Ok, enough of that - where was that pill bottle? Brill picked it up and scanned the back of the label for the directions. Let’s see, let’s see… don’t take if preggo or breastfeeding… allow an hour for full growth… allow an additional day to pass for swelling to dissipate before deciding on continued growth… take one pill with warm water for an estimated growth of one cup size including swelling, three quarters without… eh? Wait, just one? One for a full cup? Hold on- how many had Brill taken again? A handful at the start, a few more while she’d been impatient. Two, four, six, eight… sixteen… twenty? Ok, the bottle had thirty pills to start, so if she counted how many were left, then-

The bottle was empty. She’d taken them all.

…Uh-oh.

Brill bit her lip. She looked back down at her chest. Was she growing faster than before? God, her bra was really starting to cut into her skin. Ok, ok, don’t panic. That couldn’t be right, could it? It had to be a joke. The bottle had thirty pills in it! Who would ever want to jump thirty cup sizes? Brill scanned the bottle again. Hmm… perfect for sorority houses, harems, covens, and secret cul-de-sac pacts… share with your friends… hmmm…

Maaaaybe Brill was just a liiiiittle bit screwed. Maybe.

The short woman winced. Jeez, her bra was getting too tight for comfort. Her little A-cup warrior was trying its best, but her now C-class breasts were just too much for them to handle anymore. Brill reached behind herself and hastily unclipped the restrictive garment. She let out a sigh of relief as it sprung forward, freeing her lungs and her boobs. She laid it on the counter and gave it a little salute. Rest well, brave soul. Rest well…

Alright, alright, enough of that - back to the action! Brill posed in the mirror, hands behind her head and chest held high. Ok, sure, so she was gonna grow in the ballpark of thirty cup sizes from her itty-bitty AA cups. So what? She’d always wanted giant tits anyways! Besides, the directions had mentioned they’d shrink some after the swelling went down! So she probably wouldn’t end up that big! So she might as well enjoy the experience, right? This was her dream happening right before her eyes! She wanted to revel in every second of it!

Brill took a few more selfies, making sure to emphasize just how swollen her chest was getting. She didn’t really care about making her pics safe for work - she wasn’t planning on posting these anywhere. They were for her and her girlfriends alone to see.

Her boobs really were growing faster, though. It had taken a few minutes to plump up from AA to B, but it only took about a minute for them to go from C to D. They were visibly swelling at this point, inflating like water balloons slapped on a hose. Her chest was burning up from within, as if she’d just taken a few shots, but without the dizziness. It was also getting harder and harder to ignore how sensitive she was getting. Her nips were fully erect, the cold air enough to send little shivers down her spine. She bit her lip. She set her phone down for a moment and reached up. She took a breast in each hand and lifted.

Jesus, they were so heavy! She felt like she was holding up a cat in each hand! She squeezed. So soft, too! She’d expected them to be overly firm, like fakies, but they were the real deal after all! She let them go and they dropped, bouncing and wobbling. She giggled and picked them up again, just wanting to feel the weight in her hands. They were only growing heavier, too. And bigger. Even as she held them in her palms, they started to flow over her fingers. Brill licked her lips and squeezed again, rubbing the especially sensitive undersides of her newly-grown boobs. Ooooh shit, that felt so good! Were they always going to be this sensitive? No, that couldn’t be true. Big-breasted people weren’t eternally horny from super-sensitive boobs… were they?

Oh boy, they were really starting to grow now. Brill couldn’t even eyeball what size they were anymore. G? H? Whatever letter they matched to, they were only getting bigger. Brill grunted as her back started to complain at the sudden world-class weights dangling from her chest. She leaned forward, resting her melons on her counter. Oh lord, they covered almost the whole thing! Just one of her boobs could fill her whole bathroom sink! This was far, far too much, but Brill couldn’t help but feel excited. Just how big was she going to get?

“Hnng!” Brill moaned. Her nipples twitched. S-Something was off. Her breasts didn’t feel as soft in her hands anymore. They were getting firm, resisting the massaging of her fingers. They were rounding out, too. They’d lovingly spread across her counter before, but now they were starting to rise like loaves of bread. A spasm rushed across her breasts and Brill moaned again. Her boobs felt like they were on fire!

Brill readjusted her stance, and as she did, her breasts shifted. A heavy sloshing sound filled the bathroom. She froze. S… Sloshing? No. Really? No. Couldn't be. Or could it? Nah, no way. Unless…?

Another spasm made Brill cry out. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts into the cold counter. As she did, she caught sight of some droplets of liquid leaking out of her nipples. Shit, she was right! She was lactating! Her mommy milkers were literally full of milk! The pill bottle definitely hadn’t mentioned that happening!

On the one hand, being engorged with milk was making Brill’s growing breasts even bigger and heavier, which was so F’ing hot she couldn’t stand it. But on the other hand, she was starting to get pretty uncomfortable. It seemed like she was making milk faster than she was growing. She was getting firmer and tighter, her breasts becoming genuine orbs attached to her chest. More and more milk was leaking out of her headlights, but not enough to provide any relief.

As much as Brill loved being so big, she needed release, and she needed it now. She started working her peaks, massaging them and urging them to give in. She gasped with every touch, making her clench up. Which was wrong. Very wrong. Damn it, every time she rubbed, she stopped leaking at all! How the Hell does that work!?

Ooooh, she was getting too full! She was going to pop at this rate! Her boobs were absolutely massive by now, rising up from the counter so much that Brill didn’t even need to bend down anymore. She hugged her engorged breasts and whimpered. God, she needed to be emptied! Any way, any how - she just needed this milk out!

Desperate, and with no answers in sight, a single idea came to Brill’s mind. A single deranged idea. There was one classic way to get milk out of a boob. The original way. The natural way. But, in lieu of any titanic babies being around… she just had to hope she could somehow reach…

It took some effort (and a lot of horny grunting), but Brill managed to lift the peak of her breast upwards enough to bend back towards her mouth. Feeling like she might burst at any moment, Brill latched onto her own nipple. She squeaked from the feeling of teeth on her nipple - then jumped as the taste of warm milk instantly flooded her mouth. The floodgates had instantly given way with the slightest of nibbles, sending all that rich milk straight into Brill’s mouth.

Brill low key hated warm milk, but for whatever reason, this stuff was actually pretty good. It was much richer than regular milk, and a little more sugary. Soon enough, her cheeks were bulging with the thick, creamy milk. She gulped it down, making more room for her tit to empty. Then she gulped again. And again. And again.

Before long, Brill was starting to feel bloated. She couldn’t see her bare midriff anymore thanks to her new titans, but she could feel the waistband of her jeans getting tight around her waist. It wasn’t a rare feeling - despite being tiny, Brill had always been a big eater. It was just weird to be that full of her own milk. She was only going to get bigger from here, though. Even as she suckled, her boob was continuing to grow, and she still had another one to empty. Speaking of which…

It was an awkward effort to swap the nipple in her mouth. Her right boob had gotten so taut with milk that Brill had to really strain to get her teeth onto her nipple. Once she had, though, she was gulping down milk twice as fast as before. Her face was flushed and little spasms kept racing down her body as she suckled and kneaded, her whole body starting to light up with the fire from her chest. Her belly moaned and gurgled, filling up with far more dairy than ever before. Wait, could human tiddy milk be counted as dairy? It totally could, right? Goat milk was dairy, not just cow’s milk, so any milk should count as dairy, right? And-

“NNF!” Brill gasped through a mouthful of tit and milk. Lord help her, her belly was really straining the waistband of her jeans now. In fact, she could feel it pushing up and into her breasts, giving them some extra support. Just twenty minutes ago, she never would’ve imagined those two parts of her body making contact, but now she had a canyon of a chest and a shelf of a belly! They were making more contact every passing second too, with her tits swelling up faster and faster, and her belly engorging with the milk rushing down her throat…

Brill popped off her teet, gasping for breath. She only had a free mouth for a few seconds though, as she quickly latched back onto her left boob. Ironically, even though there was undoubtedly more milk in her chest than before, it had been easier to reach her nip this time thanks to the whole boob being that much bigger and softer. By moving so much milk into her belly, she was outpacing her milk production! She just needed to keep this up until she stopped lactating, which would be… eventually. Probably. Maybe.

An ominous gurgle sounded from Brill’s belly. She squirmed in place, trying to reach down for the button on her jeans. Damn, there was so much Brill in the way! Her tits were overflowing off her bathroom counter now, and the tight orb of her belly was taking up way more room underneath them than Brill was expecting. Finally, though, she managed to find the button. She struggled for a moment to get it undone, then-

Instant relief! Brill moaned in satisfaction as her belly flumped out, her zipper flying down and her jeans sagging. It wasn’t just her jeans, either - her panties were getting shoved down by the sheer slope of her belly. She rubbed the taut surface of her gut, shivering from how good it felt to be so full. Ok, so on top of being a big eater, maaaaaybe she had a little thing for overeating. Was it such a crime to find deviant pleasure in a full belly?

Ok, maybe it was in this instance, considering she was getting off on a glutted belly full of her own milk. She’d accept being called a degenerate just this one time. She deserved it.

Before too long, Brill was finding it hard to stay standing. Her boobs were now more off the counter than on, with the heavy milk inside pooling at the lowest points. Her knees trembled, struggling to keep Brill upright… but between the pleasure and the sheer weight of it all, she couldn’t last long. The spurting nipple popped out of Brill’s mouth when she gasped, just as her boobs toppled off the counter and thudded onto the floor. She spasmed and groaned as the behemoth fun bags sloshed around on the floor. The small crick in her back from the sudden forceful pull down was nothing. The tension in her belly from such a sudden movement was a little more pressing, but nothing major. No, if anything, the pressure in her belly was just telling her… more.

Brill had to practically climb on top of her breasts to be able to grab her nipples now, standing on her tippy-toes to reach over the mounds of boob. She was greedy, though, and now that the two oversized lady lumps were this big, she could actually pull it off. She angled the two massive nipples towards her mouth, both still dribbling milk, and… shoved them both in at once.

Brill’s eyes fluttered as the milk started gushing into her mouth at the slightest nibble, practically forcing itself down her throat from the sheer pressure. Her knees once again gave out, this time from pure pleasure than from sudden droppage. She was left lying entirely on her boobs, her belly swelling rapidly beneath her from all the milk entering it. The solid orb pressed into her tits, forcing the soft, malleable fat aside as it demanded more and more space.

Weirdly enough, even as Brill drank and drank, the flow of milk never slowed down. If anything, it was getting even faster. She moaned and twitched as milk rushed ever faster down her throat. Her breasts were also losing their plushness as well. They were getting firm beneath her, and sloshed whenever she made the slightest movement. Her milk production was ramping up, even as she continued to swell. She couldn’t outdrink it anymore.

Not that Brill had the capacity to care much anymore. Her mind was a haze, filled with the sensation of her overfilled belly and the pressure of lying on her own hyper-sensitive breasts. She was a barren waste, thinking only of fitting ever more milk in her gut and reveling in just how big she was getting.

Slowly, but surely, Brill’s belly couldn’t go down anymore. It started forcing out to the sides, and when the pressure was too great, started to force Brill’s back upwards. Her toes had long since stopped touching the ground, but now her legs were losing contact with her breasts as her belly forced them into the air. Her body was getting turned upside-down by her swelling assets, threatening to make her topple forward, but with her belly’s weight being just heavy enough to keep her stable.

Finally, the time came. Brill’s nipples popped out of her mouth as she physically couldn’t hold them in place anymore. She let out a long, wet belch while she gasped for air. She massaged her aching belly, eyes crossed, and trembled. She was full to the max… she had never been so full before… she bet all this rich tit milk would fill out her butt real nicely, too… eheh… now she was the furthest thing from flat all over her body…

Brill winced. Ok, uh… she was still growing. Her breasts were still filling up beneath her, pushing her further upward. She started to massage the parts of her boobs she could reach, whimpering and spasming as a mixture of pleasure and pain filled her body. Th-They were getting really tight now, and the extra weight from her body and several-gallon gut were not helping.

The pale flesh of her boobs were getting even paler. Brill started to sweat. Sh-She couldn’t actually burst, right? Her body wouldn’t let that happen, right? Her nipples would concede and start letting milk out at some point… right?

Brill grunted. She squirmed in place, as if trying to detach herself form her own boobs. They were- so- TIGHT! She could barely even press in anymore, despite the sheer amount of tit fat she knew must be in them. They spasmed and twitched, shuddering as the milk continued to build up within them. The pressure was so unreal that Brill felt like she would pop at any second.

“T-Time out!” Brill cried out, as if she could reason with her own boobs, “P-Please, I give up! I’m fine with small tits! THey’re great- really! We can go back to being flat! Just- just don’t pop! Please, don’t p-pop! P-Please- ooooh- p-PLEASE- HNNNNG!”

Naturally, her boobs didn’t listen. For they are boobs.

Brill body tensed. She cried out and spasmed as an avalanche of pain washed over her chest. She wasn’t rising up anymore, but the pressure was still increasing. This was it. They physically couldn’t get any bigger. She was gonna-

EXPLODE!

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“H-Hnnnng… f-fuck meeeeeee…”

Brill couldn’t relax. After all, even though the pressure had finally stopped rising, it hadn’t gone away. THey were still just as full. She just wasn’t in immediate danger of popping anymore.

The oversized girl panted and whimpered as she gently massaged her pulsating boobs. She glanced over at her bathroom mirror. Ok, she’d definitely grown more than just thirty cup sizes. Each of her tits was the size of a couch, at least. Even her belly looked larger than life, with the Target-ball sized orb raising her ass into the sky. Her jeans had fallen to her ankles at some point before she’d collapsed, so it was just her (notably damp) panties keeping her decent.

Well, as decent as she could possibly be, considering… yeah.

Brill belched, tasting the rich milk she’d filled herself with again. Against all her better judgement, she really wouldn’t mind drinking just a bit more. Especially if it would relieve some of this God-awful pressure from inside of her tits. Still, her boobs were so taut that trying to reach her nipples was an impossible task, let alone get them to her mouth. She’d just have to lay her and wait for everything to shrink back down…

Wait… did boobs empty their own milk? Or did they need to be emptied? Uh-oh… She might be stuck here for a while…

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“Get- UP- you- stupid- piece- of- DENIM-!”

RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIP

“FUCK!”

Brill was pissed. She was always pissed. Today she was pissed because her largest pair of pants didn’t fit her anymore. Now she needed new pants on top of the rest  of her new wardrobe. Great.

Thankfully, despite Brill’s worrying, her breasts had eventually shrunk down. Now, whether or not Brill helped them shrink down further once she could reach her nipples again was a story for another day. All that mattered right now was that Brill was now completely milk free, both in tit and in belly. Luckily, she hadn’t actually grown thirty cup sizes. After the milk and swelling, she’d landed at a more than respectable G cup. Absolutely massive for a short girl like herself, right? Apart from the back pain and super-expensive bras and super-large shirts, it was great~.

No, Brill was pissed because of what the milk had left behind. Thanks to all that milk, her butt had swollen up quite a bit as well. So far, the only bottoms she had that fit were a few skirts (that barely covered anything anymore) and a pair of shorts that were now severely stressed booty shorts. She’d already had a pretty bubbly butt, so she’d been hoping that her jeans would be able to suck it up and cover it up, but clearly… she’d been dead wrong.

Eh, whatever. Brill would just be extra curvy for a little while until she could work off the extra booty. She was ok with that. Plus, for all those calories, she’d only gotten a little tummy fat. She was the most short-stacked hourglass she’d ever seen! She couldn’t WAIT to show these curves off next time she was out with the girls! She was about to make some real envious bitches out of her friends! Eheheh…

Ah, but first, she needed to order new clothes. As fun as it was to have ass and tit fat overflowing from all her clothes, she’d get labelled as a sex pest if she tried to go to work like that. She’d already splurged quite a bit on the pills, though. Looks like she’d be on the ramen diet for a while…