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Duality - Chapter 18 (Novel Commission for Code-Shark101)
🕑 Added 2021-05-18 14:45:46 +0000 UTCTAGS: Anthro, Transformation/TF, Slice-Of-Life, Milk/Lactation, BE, Hyper, F/F
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“I know there’s something wrong with me,” she finally blurted out, “I don’t know what it is. Just that there’s something not right.”
Rue’s eyebrows were quick to rise and just as quick to fall back down; for a therapist, she really did do a poor job of masking her surprise at least.
“And… what do you think this something is?” the doctor questioned her, eager to explore this sudden and unexpected self-awareness.
“I don’t know, I just told you. But I know it’s got something to do with Beth, she… ok, so last night, she gets home, she sees me in the bathroom. I’ve been there all day, milking myself so I don’t go nuts and flood the house, and I’m doing it for her, right? So she walks in, I try to tell her this, can’t because… well, I’m milking myself, you’ve seen the tapes. Then, all of a sudden, Beth’s all over me and kissing my neck and telling me she wants to plug me up and watch me turn into a titty monster,” Linda rattled out in quick succession, “and I’m just sitting there really wanting to do that, don’t get me wrong, but I can’t! I can’t cut loose or else the house gets flooded and then we have to pay for it, and goodness knows what else. So no, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I know it’s affecting Beth, and I don’t like it one bit!”
“Ah, I see. It’s like an aura, isn’t it? Like everywhere you go things just seem to turn upside down?”
“Exactly!” the panda exclaimed, “Doesn’t matter where it is, everyone’s always doing something weird, and I don’t know why. It’s like me being near them just changes the way they think or something. Do you think it has anything to do with these?”
She pointed downwards at her bust, which by that point had covered her whole lap, coated her legs in breastflesh and spilled over onto the ground on either side of her chair. Two thin trails of milk oozed out of her engorged teats, a small pool of cream spreading around her on the floor; it was hard to ignore, given how much of a mess those things were making, and served as no end of embarrassment for Linda when it became clear that Dr. Adams was not enjoying having her office ruined like that. She wasn’t saying anything, and in fact it was doubtful she would, but the panda gal could see it in her eyes, and felt like shrinking away just so she wouldn’t have to deal with that worried stare. She could hear it already, the question, the choice of words querying her on her mental and physical well-being, to which she’d like to reply no, but wouldn’t be able to say anything but yes. And just as soon as she had that thought, it poofed into the aether again, replaced by the incessant need to fill herself as far as she could go and then even more, left with only the vaguest of memories of ever having thought differently. It was maddening.
“I’m… quite certain it has almost exclusively to do with your breasts, Linda,” Rue responded, evidently taking great care in the way she chose her words, “to the point where I’m quite confused as to why you’d even need to ask. Surely you understand that impact that your development has had on those around you, no?”
“Well… yeah, sure, but…” her thoughts were like water flowing through her fingers, almost immaterial; it took significant effort to hold onto any that didn’t have to do with filling up or milk, and even then she only did so by tangentially relating the topics of discussion with her inner fantasies, “w-when I first met Beth, she and I had… I mean, I don’t wanna say that it was anything special, but it wasn’t normal, you know? It wasn’t just two coworkers getting together and shooting the shit during work hours, I liked her. I really liked her, you know what I mean? And this was before the tits came in, so it couldn’t have been that, though I’m pretty sure the whole panda aesthetic I had going was a big part of it. Am I making sense?” - Rue nodded, allowing her patient to carry - “Right so… I understand my tits are big. Like, massive big, so big I can barely even… fuck,” Linda suddenly spat out, having to take a few moments to recompose herself. Without warning, her breasts began to surge outwards, gaining inch after inch as the panda gal struggled with herself, having to practically bite her tongue to keep her arousal down, even as it was further egged on by her expanding bust. In a few seconds, it was all over, and their slow inflation carried as usual “ok, they’re big. I get that, I do, but… I don’t wanna think that Beth is gonna start acting differently around me just because I have bigger, milkier breasts now. I want things to be normal again, you know?”
“And whose fault is that?”
Rue wasn’t normally that direct, nor did she usually go straight to the heart of the matter without shoring up the psyche avoiding looking at it, but considering that most of the space between Linda and her desk was composed of more Linda and her growth didn’t seem to be getting any slower, the therapist began to wonder if it wouldn’t be better to forgo the usual formalities. Besides, the panda was going to have to learn about the chemical imbalance sooner or later; better she do so in a controlled environment where she wouldn’t have to worry about anyone else being around her.
“I’m not sure what you mean,” Linda answered, sounding genuinely confused.
“Linda, have you not noticed a certain… shift in attitude lately?” Rue pressed on, “Not in others, but in you.”
In truth, Linda had noticed it; it’s just that her mind had been hard at work keeping her oblivious about it every time her mind scratched the surface of that realization, sinking her deeper and deeper into the depths of depravity and lactic self-exploration. In fact, the panda gal wanted to reply positively, wanted to nod and say she was fully aware that something was dreadfully wrong about the whole situation, but as usual, the foggy haze of lust and desire imposed itself upon her, keeping Linda quiet for so long that Adams decided to keep talking to fill in the blank space left by her lack of an answer.
“From what we’ve been able to gather, you’ve undergone a substantial shift in behaviour ever since your initial incident at your workplace,” Rue declared as if reading off a cue card, fiddling with some papers on her desk, “though the real changes only began to take place after you were moved into the compound some time afterwards. Increased libido, reduced inhibitions, and a marked decrease in the ability to focus and perform simple, routine tasks; more often than not, the team apparently had to give up on some tests because they simply couldn’t get you to pay attention to them for long enough?”
That certainly sounded like her, though whether or not that had to do with her breast lust or the fact that the tests themselves were incredibly boring and tested the limits of her patience even on a good day was still to be decided. Nonetheless, Linda couldn’t possibly deny this; the panda lowered her head and stared directly at her cleavage, in her mind a war being fought between her intense arousal and burning embarrassment at what was being reported back to her.
“Additionally, the latest blood tests I have results for showing a worrying tendency towards an hormonal imbalance that, quite frankly, we can’t really explain properly,” Rue kept going, only digging the hole Linda was in even deeper, “but we have to accept the possibility that either the genetic treatment is altering your body’s chemical balance in some way… or those are.”
The good doctor capped off her little speech by pointing directly at Linda’s bosom, which by that point was in full, unrestricted flow and creeping out through the door, seriously alarming the clerk on the other side of it; Dr. Adams herself was very clearly done with the whole thing, and asked that Linda wait for five minutes before getting up and navigating the milky maze on the ground, leaving her alone in the room with her thoughts and ever-escalating libido. Without the therapist’s words to keep her brain on track, it immediately went to the usual places, and before long, the panda gal was massaging her breasts in the hopes that it would alleviate some of the stress; it was so bad that she began to forget why she was even in that office to begin with, at least until Rue showed up again with two other researchers in tow. Wordlessly, they dropped to their knees on either side of the panda and brought what looked to be large pieces of cloth to her leaking teats; the material was smooth and surprisingly chilly, and despite appearing to be incredibly thin, not a single droplet of her milk passed through it, making for some very effective absorbent pads, which were naturally affixed to the front of her tits via the use of water-resistant tape, because why not really?
“I apologize for this, but as you can imagine, we did get you a house for a good reason, plus getting milk out of things is a bit of a pain,” Adams excused herself, taking a seat behind the desk again, “now as I was saying, it’s very likely that your breasts are affecting you in some way, potentially as part of a feedback loop where the pleasure derived from their increased sensitivity is placing your brain’s chemistry under such strain that it’s started to lose its ability to control the inputs it receives, thus making it more vulnerable anda yada yada, you know where that goes. Linda, I’m going to be very honest with you, we need to run extra tests on you, because it’s very likely this is more serious than we thought it was” - Rue took a couple of moments to let the reality of it sink in - “so serious, in fact, that this might be putting Beth in danger.”
There it was. The one thing that could break through Linda’s stupor and get her to pay attention. Like a hawk, the panda’s eyes shot open and her back straightened when she stared Rue down, wanting to demand answers out of her for even suggesting that her lover might be in any form of peril, much less because of herself! The stare he gave her was meant to be intimidating, though Linda wouldn’t be surprised if it just came off as petulant instead; especially since it was coupled with the kind of body she was sporting at the time.
“That’s absolutely right,” Adams pressed on, sensing an opportunity to break through her patient’s shell, “we need to figure out what’s going on with you, because if we don’t, there’s a reasonable chance that it might bounce off of you and start affecting Beth as well. We’ve already detected some behavioural changes through prior observation” - a statement that was technically true, if entirely misrepresentative of how she had come to know about these changes - “and we’re afraid that more will come if we don’t do something to stymie the progression of your… unique problem. Especially considering what’s happening right now.”
She pointed down again, giving Linda an excuse to admire her own tits again. They were quite large indeed, larger than they had been when the two people walked in and plugged her nipples up, and though the ground hadn’t become any wetter, her size was quickly ballooning out of control thanks to having those pads blocking the only exit her cream had.
“Tell me Linda, have you been eating more than usual lately?” Rue capped off, leaning back on her chair in a manner reminiscent of Simmons.
“H-hum,” Linda stammered, reeling from the sudden infodump she’d been on the receiving end of, “I… g-guess so? I mean you can see it on the charts there, I’ve been given more food than I usually did, yeah. So what?”
“Well, have you been getting any heavier lately? Discounting your breasts, I’m talking about ‘regular’ body weight, quote unquote.”
“Well I…” - Linda trailed off, not knowing how to answer that. Rue was right, she hadn’t been putting on weight, despite having been eating several times her usual daily dose of calories. Why was that? Certainly couldn’t be any of the exercise she wasn’t getting… but what else could it be?
“We have reason to believe your body will shut down if it isn’t given the quantity of food it’s been receiving, courtesy of having to produce as much milk as you do on a regular basis. Again, we have no idea how this happened, it’s been straining our knowledge of biology, but most importantly, it’s possible that this might start affecting Beth as well.”
“You mean she’s gonna grow bigger tits too?”
Rue looked like she wanted to facepalm, but contained herself at the last moment, much to everyone’s collective dignity. The sheer childish glee with which Linda delivered that question betrayed just how much she was loving the mental image of her partner, best friend and lover turning into a hyper-breasted panda gal as well, so much that all of the worry she had before seemed to have vanished into the aether.
“I mean that her genetics will probably become scrambled as well,” Rue corrected her patient, not going as far as to actually saying she was wrong, “and if that’s true, what’ll happen to other people? What if others are exposed to your milk, what then? These are all questions we need to ask going forward, and I need you to understand what we’re dealing with here. Because right now, I don’t think you do.”
“I understand perfectly well, thank you very much,” Linda replied with an offended tone, having to part her cleavage to get a good look at her doctor, “just because my tits are bigger than me doesn’t mean my brain’s the small of a pea now!”
“Far from me to suggest otherwise, Linda, but have you taken a good look at yourself in the past, say… five minutes? Really taken the time to look down and see what’s happened to you? Or, well… at this point, you probably don’t even have to look down, isn’t that right?”
Rue was entirely correct; Linda’s bosom had swelled up so much already that the panda gal was up on her two feet and hadn’t realized she’d gotten off the chair. It was instinctual at that point, an automatic defence mechanism meant to keep her body from being smothered when her breasts became too large, something that had been happening with alarming regularity for the past several weeks. And though Linda herself was vaguely aware of this, in the kind of remote, easily-hidden-by-lust way that most of her thoughts were like nowadays, she didn’t find it at all odd; having a pair of milk factories that were capable of bloating that hard in so little time was just part of her nature now, as was being unable to see Dr. Adams without having to get on the tips of her toes. Rue was lucky that the absorbent pads were designed specifically to contain her patient, or else she would’ve been plastered against the wall by two jets of milk just a couple of minutes after those things were taped to her nipples. As it stood, she merely had to deal with the panda’s bust nearly going from wall to wall in width, with the distance from floor to ceiling soon being the next to be cleared.
As for Linda herself, she wanted to say what Rue wanted to hear, she really did; the constant battle between her sense of self-awareness and the fact that her lust was simply too powerful for her to ignore made it difficult for the panda gal to get any kind of words out of her mouth, resulting in a very flustered-looking young woman stammering over herself trying to come up with sounds that made sense to anyone. This embarrassment, coupled with the feedback loop of pleasure coming in from her breasts, only contributed to heighten her productivity, and though Rue should by all means have ended it there and called for help, she recognized an opportunity when saw one; therefore, she got up, walked around the wall of breastflesh while she could (squeezing her body against a wall to do so, but regardless), and took her patient’s seat for herself, sitting right behind Linda. She could’ve just sat there and done nothing, allowing the panda’s body to do all the work for her, but deep down, even Adams knew that something had to be done about it. Something that wasn’t the usual.
“Linda, have you perhaps considered that this isn’t normal?” she spoke up, deciding not to choose her words as carefully as she could, “That maybe what you’re going through is not what you should be?”
“Well duh, I k-know that!” Linda replied, her voice already starting to break when she heard the sounds of loud sloshing emanating from within her giant milkers, “What, do you think I think it’s ok to have tits this big?”
“I think that’s exactly what you think, Linda,” Adams snapped back, crossing her arms, “I believe, and correct me if I’m wrong, that while you understand that this isn’t normative for other people, it’s perfectly fine for you. I would be inclined to believe you think that this is actually ok… for you. Would I be wrong?”
“Well I…” the panda mumbled again, having to bite her lips as the bloating began in earnest, the glass cabinet beginning to shatter as more and more of her breastflesh was pushed against the ceiling, the tape on her nipples loosening as the absorbent pads began to fail when their maximum capacity was reached. Soon, the pitter-patter of milk on the sodden floor would begin anew “No, you see, I… I know it’s not… It’s not… f-fuck, you know what I mean, don’t you?”
“Do I? Because I think you can’t say it,” Rue continued to needle, “and since I know you’re aware of it, this can only mean you don’t actually think it’s abnormal. You actually think your body is fine the way it is, don’t you?”
“No, I don’t!” Linda shouted at her, unsure whether to get mad, annoyed or happy that she finally got a chance to say it, “I don’t think that at all, I swear!”
“Is it, perhaps” - and there was the killshot - “because you think you should be bigger?”
There it was, the one sequence of words guaranteed to make Linda break completely, because they were absolutely true. As much as the panda gal had learned to insist otherwise, that’s exactly what she wanted… or at least what the lustful side of her thought it wanted. It wasn’t enough that she could flood entire basement levels and need several high-pressure canisters to store all of the milk she produced, not enough that her daily calorie intake was so absurdly inflated precisely because she produced that much. She didn’t even want more; she needed more. It was a necessity for her, to stretch the limits forever and always, until there was nothing left to break; gone were the days where her lithe self could fit through doors properly, and also long gone were the times where her breasts were at least modest enough to complement her figure (a description that her growth-addled self didn’t realize never applied to her at all). She needed to be bigger, even more so than she already was, because simply being able to drag her breasts along the ground when completely empty felt… insufficient. It just wasn’t enough for her, and her body agreed.
The surge of size that followed Linda hearing the magic words was so large that she ended up practically face-to-face with her therapist, with the rest of the office reduced to a combination of splinters and glass shards that somehow failed to leave even a scratch on the panda gal’s body. She was still reeling from the sudden shift in perspective and positioning when she felt something touch her face, a warm hand that cupped her cheek and focused her eyes directly onto Rue’s; the therapist wasn’t crying, but it was clear from her expression that she either wanted to, or knew that it was appropriate.
“Linda, you can’t keep doing this. Look at yourself. No, really, look at yourself.”
She did. She was glorious. Her bust occupied so much of the office that it was getting hard to breathe, the walls quaking, the ceiling shaking, the alarms outside blaring as the CCTV camera network detected an impending disaster. Those fools who rushed in would never get to even open the door before it was blasted off its hinges, just as it should be… but what of Rue? The therapist was a new variable, something that Linda never had to deal with before. Her previous growth bursts had always happened someplace where she could afford to cut loose, but now she was inside a tight, cramped office with another person next to her, a person of brittle bone and feeble flesh that needed air to breathe and space to live in. Linda looked at herself again; was this it? Is this what she had come down to? Such a desperate growth junkie that she was ready and willing to potentially injure someone to the point of crippling them just so she could enjoy her latest hit? Was this what she wanted to be when she signed up for the genemodding trials all that time ago?
It couldn’t be, she wasn’t like that. But then why did she want to do it? Why was a part of her yelling at the top of its voice that needed to have more and damn the consequences? What was so wrong with her that she was ready and willing to put someone else’s life on the line to satisfy her own selfish desires? Maybe this is what Rue meant when she told her to take a good look at herself; perhaps the good doctor knew more about the panda than the panda herself did, which at that point sounded perfectly reasonable given how out of control she was.
But how to stop it though? Her body wasn’t hers anymore, it belonged to her hormones, to the flood of endorphins making it harder to think the longer she was allowed to exist in that state. Maybe if Linda had taken some precautions beforehand then this wouldn’t have happened, but as it stood, even with the absorbent pads gone and her two teats erupting with milk, she was still growing, and soon enough both her and Rue were being pressed against the wall, suffocating, barely able to think. This had to stop. This was going to stop.
And she was going to stop it. No one else could.
…
Silence. The occasional roiling of milk off in the distance, but no more rumbling, no more infernally loud shaking; some smothering, but that was to be expected when one’s body is flattened against a hard surface by a pair of tits as big as the room they were in. Besides that, it was just the two of them breathing in tandem, trying their hardest to keep from using up all of their oxygen before rescue came, the door somewhere to their right being smashed open to allow all of the milk to start venting out, even if all that did was give Linda’s right breast room to bulge out of; the pressure was such that her body had effectively created a watertight seal, stopping most of the leaking and making drowning-by-milk turn be a genuine threat to the both of them, thus requiring the staff to start breaking down the walls to let them vent the excess fluids.
Both her and Rue were close enough to one another that they could hold a whispered conversation, but no words were truly necessary; control had been established, and a veil was lifted off of Linda’s eyes, enough that she could start formulating real thoughts again, ones that didn’t involve growing bigger or milkier.
“I’m… I’m sorry…” she admitted, having to bite back tears, the memories of her old self flooding back in, “I don’t know what came over me. I’m… God, I’m so sorry doc-Rue. Rue… I’m sorry…”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about, Linda. Everything’s… well, everything’s not fine, but you know what I mean, don’t you?” - Rue’s words were soft, much like they had been with Beth in their appointment, and sounded so calming that, for a few moments, the panda gal genuinely forgot where exactly she was - “You did very well today, Linda; better, dare I say, than I expected you to. Seems there’s some hope for you yet, though I think we might still need to look into some psychoactive medication for the future…”
The panda wanted to say something about the mention of meds, but wisely chose to keep her mouth shut until the two of them were out of her titty prison and back somewhere more comfortable. It took a while to get there though; not only were the various staff members unable to get a milking pump attached to her, no one in their right minds would even volunteer to get anywhere near her, not after finding out what exposure to her milk did to the unfortunate test subjects in the lower levels; they had jobs to do and paychecks to cash in, they couldn’t afford an addiction like that! So, the two women remained trapped behind a wall of bosom for the better part of three hours, prompting Beth to phone the front desk and ask if everything was alright on their end, leading to quite a bit of a bureaucratic mess when no one wanted to be responsible for signing off on that utter disaster. This of course only meant Beth sped to the compound as fast as possible, exacerbating an already terrible situation.
