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Excessive Indulgence - Part 2 (Commission for Surge)
🕑 Added 2022-03-04 16:34:48 +0000 UTCTAGS: Boobtaur, Hyper/Hyper Breasts, Milk/Lactation/Hyper Milk
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Even deep breaths couldn’t save her now; the sounds of milking pumps being put into place were nothing if not a constant reminder of why she needed them in the first place, and from there it was a very short skip to her thinking about how milky her tits were again. Trying to move around it just forced Veena back into the same hole, an impossibly powerful attractive force sucking her deeper and deeper past the event horizon. It was all she could think about, in the most literal sense: even if the Espeon felt like having other thoughts, her brain refused to process them, redirecting her instead to considering how much milkier she could be if only she… let go. It was a curious idea, though admittedly one that had crossed her mind a few times before; while Veena would never admit to it herself, the notion of just not milking herself, period, had been one she’d given perhaps a bit too much time to thinking through, though she never once dared go through with it, as it would be deeply irresponsible of her. Who knew what her body would do if it was let off the leash? As far as Veena was aware, she didn’t even have a production cap, but would just keep on producing until the whole world was covered by her multiple racks; a simply ridiculous notion, but then again, she had occupied the entirety of her foyer, was leaking what had to be dozens of gallons of milk every other second, and was showing no signs of stopping, so what did she know? After a point, it was just a case of letting it go and feeling as the sensations overwhelmed her; maybe that Sylveon fellow would get through to her, maybe he wouldn’t, maybe she’d just keep bloating and growing and swelling and filling until it was all that was, and nothing else would ever be. Maybe, if she just closed her eyes for once and let her body take the wheels, she’d have some fun with it, rather than always worrying about the consequences of going undrained; it was certainly something, though what that something was Veena didn’t really know. There was a quality to it, to the knowledge that she had tits too big to fit most people, and more of them than most people would ever have; where was she at now, twelve feet wide? Thirteen? By the time she figured out a proper number, they were probably up to fifteen feet of milk-stuffed udder per milktank, and only growing further as her engorged nipples failed to vent all the pressure. Maybe, if her teats grew far in excess to what they had, she’d have been able to let all the milk out, and while that would’ve completely destroyed her home, it would’ve at least kept her somewhat stable in size. Instead, from the way things were looking, her production rates had not only outstripped her ability to empty herself out naturally, but had done so by such an absurd degree that she was no longer merely bloating whenever she wasn’t paying attention; it wasn’t a case of her looking away for ten minutes and then looking back down to wonder if she was a few inches wider, but rather a continuous and very obvious process that joined together with the cacophonous gurgling of milk to leave her… somewhere in between terrified and the most aroused she’d been in her life. She shouldn’t be, of course; the foyer was full, literally full, with both of her backs to the ceiling and everything else occupied by milk-stuffed rows of breasts of a size she hadn’t thought possible. There was literally no more room for her to grow into, yet she could feel herself bloating: twenty feet wide per breast, twenty five, thirty even, and it kept going no matter how impossible this was. Hell, she should’ve known something was up when each tit broke two digits, because the entrance to her home was not twenty feet wide, not even close; how exactly she was still doing it was anyone’s guess, though by then, Veena figured she’d actually gotten crushed some time prior and got fast tracked to Heaven where she could keep on bloating until the cows came home. If that were the case, the angel assigned to her case had gotten her personal paradise down perfectly; the Espeon was about ready to just close her eyes and fill for all eternity… until she heard a loud click, the clearing of a throat, and suddenly the pressure pushing on her from every direction abated so quickly that the taur was snapped back to reality from sheer whiplash.
“Sorry for that, took a bit longer than I was expecting. Didn’t turn on the way it did, turns out the parameters weren’t set right on account of your, uh… well, I don’t think I need to explain it, pretty sure it’s self-explanatory.”
It absolutely wasn’t. Veena wanted answers, needed answers, and that kind of vague bullshit wasn’t going to cut it when she had just gone from being squished on all sides to suddenly being as free as a bird… though still bloating, now that she thought about it. The moment of relaxation might’ve been enough to knock her out of her funk, but the moment the tightness came back was the same one she fell down into the pit and ceased being able to function again; certainly didn’t help that the Sylveon, for all that their tone of voice remained as professional as ever, was very clearly groping and kneading one of her tits, which by then had grown to be several times larger than the lucky guy turning it into a waterbed of his own.
“We were afraid something like this would happen, so we installed a dimensional compressor. Wasn’t cheap, but as you can tell, the investment was well worth it in the end” - Ark explained, gesturing all around him to a much wider and visually-distorted foyer that Veena would never, at any point, bother looking at once, much less twice - “Now, the main issue hasn’t been resolved, but at least we’ve bought ourselves some time before you filled the whole place and we had to bring out the heavy hardware. So, how are we feeling, Miss Veena?”
There was the slightest twinge to the way the Sylveon uttered those last few words that made it beyond clear that they weren’t actually in the protocol, or, if they were, they were meant to be delivered far more professionally and with much less lurid undertone. This wasn’t Ark, employee for LactCorp, this was a horned-up Sylveon wanting to tease someone who was in no position to defend themselves, and the worst part of it all was that Veena, despite everything, wanted him to do it. Perhaps this was another her, a version of herself that only came out when her brain was too overtaxed by lactic stimulation to hold it in check, a side of her mind that thrived off of raw horny energy and subsisted entirely off the carnal adoration of both herself and others. Or, perhaps more likely, she was simply too aroused to really think twice about what she was doing; maybe a combination of both, that would make it even better! Ultimately though, one thing was for certain: the Sylveon had started climbing up the side of one of her breasts, and he definitely wasn’t carrying any milking equipment. Indeed, as far as Veena could tell, the milking pumps were off, the array shut down, and if the tanks could even be accessed from wherever she was, they certainly weren’t going to be filled any time soon. She felt it, all of it, all the milk and cream swirling around inside of her, pushing her breasts out with every heartbeat, inch after inch; the feet were stacking up, leaving each orb at such a ludicrous size that, before long, each one would reach a point where it could’ve held her entire body before the growth spurt began in earnest. Even better (worse? No, definitely better), the bigger they became, the milkier they got, and the milkier they got, the faster they grew, creating an endless, self-feeding cycle that Veena, in all of her wisdom, decided shouldn’t be stopped, ever. Instead, it should be nurtured and kept going for as long as it was theoretically possible, then extended a bit more past that point just to be sure; she didn’t want to suddenly lose out on what could possibly be the discovery of a lifetime just because she was too scared to see how far she could stretch herself! Hell, the idea of having tits so large they were the size of… well, her, or at least the her that she was on waking up, was so ludicrous that it had to be true, thoroughly obliterating the possibility that it might be a dream or hallucination. No, this was happening, and that’s what made it better: she was that big!
“Now, normally we don’t go this far with most of our clients, but as I’m sure you can imagine, yours was a special case,” the Sylveon continued, halfway up one of Veena’s breasts and slightly behind the pace of growth, “we detected an above-average potential and figured it’d be best if we took some measures that, normally, we wouldn’t need to for the majority of our clientele; hence the dimensional distortions and round-the-clock surveillance.”
He was enjoying it. It was clear from every word, with how they dripped with scandalous delight, with how his fingers pushed in deeper than they should, with how his ribbons were being used to help him scale a breast that was rapidly encroaching the hundred feet in width, bringing to mind questions about just how massive the room she was in happened to be.
“Of course, this does beg the question of what you’d like us to do going forward,” Ark carried on, “since, well, as you can see, you seem to have developed an acute case of… I don’t exactly know what they guys at the lab call it, but you’re pretty backed up, I can tell that much” - he chuckled, a sound that was far more alluring than it was amused - “And normally, we’d just empty you out, you know? Plug your nips, let the machine go, watch it all get drained, but.”
There it was. There was the moment beyond which everything would turn around and nothing would ever be the same. She was hoping it would come, and it did; she was hoping it’d be delivered, and it was.
“I can tell you’re enjoying yourself, so it’d be quite remiss of me to just cut your fun short like some kind of party pooper; really, my job here is to ensure customer satisfaction, or at least that’s what the contract said, and what kind of satisfaction provider would I be if I didn’t give one of our most valuable customers exactly what they wanted?”
Veena was so out of it, she didn’t even object to the form of the “valuable” used; frankly, at that point, if the Sylveon turned around and called her LactCorp’s prize cow, she’d moo and bloat harder just to truly live into the role. She didn’t care, who else was there to judge her but a surprisingly alluring Sylveon who seemed to know how to say all the right things to get her going? Who was going to give her shit for living her fantasy where no one was bothered by it? Just as long as all the milk spurting out of her tits didn’t start flooding the rest of the building, no one had any right to tell her what to do in her free time, and seeing as Ark wasn’t plugging any of her leaky teats, then surely there was no danger of her overproductive milktanks affecting anyone else outside that pocket dimension they were in.
Surely.
If that was the case, there was actually no real reason for her to be worried. The only concern Veena truly had, once everything else was stripped away and the truth laid bare, was what other people would think of her; nevermind all the very real issues that would come from her letting herself bloat like that, she was mostly just constantly thinking about what her body would look like to others, what the world would have going through its head if it saw her truly become everything that she could be. And, to a certain extent, this held true only because she had to deal with the consequences of her actions: filling meant that she’d wreck through her surroundings, and doing so had a tendency of annoying people who liked having things. Filling meant that her inevitable milkgasm would flood countless storeys, who knew how many roads, and maybe even more; she might’ve tried to convince herself that this wasn’t the case, but deep down, Veena knew that she was capable of far more than she normally allowed herself to accomplish. What she did, in her everyday life, was less a case of holding her baseline down, and more her deliberately going out of her way to ignore the fact that the “baseline” didn’t exist, and the only thing in the way of herself and becoming an ungodly massive titty monster was… well, herself. Remove that obstacle, and nothing remained, allowing the Espeon to reach heights never before thought possible without anything other than her own natural talents, and there was a certain clarity to that; Veena blinked, then blinked a few more times as her consciousness began to return to her, almost as if her self-actualization had made it easier to withstand the constant waves of serotonin-releasing overload that crashed into her pleasure centers every couple of seconds. She was still a moment away from climaxing at all times, sure, but, simultaneously, she was there, and while definitely not in control, was present in a way that made it clear she wasn’t dreaming or in a fugue state, her “true” self presumably locked in place drooling over her own tits. No, she was present, and more than capable of taking stock of the situation, to the point where, as she gave herself a once-over, she noticed the Sylveon looking up at her with a mixture of surprise and absolute beaming pride; he was clearly wanting to say something, but refrained from doing so, giving his “customer” time to see what had happened to herself… and there was a lot there for her to take stock of. Veena didn’t know when it had taken place, but somewhen in between her losing some of her consciousness and her coming back from whatever pit she’d been in, her tauric half had stretched out backwards, gaining several more feet in length. This was, seemingly, purely so it could fit the extra five rows of udders she’d grown, each one just as large as the six original pairs, each one having reached an almost absurd hundred and fifty feet in width… and, apparently, not growing any further. This alone was enough to distract Veena from the fact that her two upper rows had split into four and bloated up to a grand two hundred feet wide, though, given that everything in front of her was a soft purple, she could perhaps be excused for having missed it entirely, being so used to seeing the colour already. The lack of growth was taking her for a loop as well; it was as if, the moment she became aware of how big she was, she stopped getting any bigger, which was not the way it was supposed to work, nor the way it had worked every single other time. Indeed, as far as she could remember, her becoming aware of her size only ever left her hornier, which had one hell of an effect on how much dairy she made, and not by the negatives either. That the Sylveon was smiling as he climbed up towards her, a grin of such incredible deviousness that it was almost comical, didn’t help things either; that man knew something, and judging from the look on his face, was about to share it.
