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Bloopling (Commission for Hyacinth)
🕑 Added 2021-01-13 14:56:43 +0000 UTCTAGS: Turmkey, BE, Hyper, Milk/Lactation, Macro
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Everyone in the room was staring at her like she was some sort of freak of nature, and everyone eventually kept looking at her with their arousal taking over and leaving them an absolute wreck, just like she liked seeing it. Very few people could resist her charms, and even those stuffy suburbanites at the clinic eventually succumbed to the allure that her body exuded from every pore… though mostly from her chest. It wasn’t every day that they’d get to see someone whose tits were so large that they completely covered her torso, lap, the two chairs immediately next to her and still had enough volume to spill over onto the ground; nor was it every day that, when her name was called out and she got up, said breasts barely seemed to change shape at all, merely rising a couple of inches off the ground when the avian moved towards the doctor’s office.
Pavita was there on request of one of her friends, who worked at this very fertility clinic and told her that he had the “business opportunity of the century” waiting for her there, something to do with surrogate motherhood and some crytozoological discovery of some sort, she wasn’t really listening to the technical details; what mattered to her was that she was promised both a hefty sum and the ability to improve her bust size, two things that the turkey was practically always on the prowl for. So much so that, even when she sat down in front of a ten-person team who ran her through every single detail of the procedure she was to subject herself to, Pavita maybe heard about a tenth of it, and only bothered to remember a fraction of that as well; all that mattered were the important key points: she was going to serve as a surrogate mother for some kind of never-before-seen species of aquatic leviathan (whatever that meant), and as a result, not only would her breasts balloon with milk for the brood, but her bank account would be running over as well, owing to the highly experimental and dangerous nature of the pregnancy she was signing up for. Not that Pavita particularly cared about that bit; all she heard in the whole speech were “bigger… breasts” and everything else was just window dressing as far as she was concerned. The bird nodded along and signed every paper she was asked to provide a signature for, saying yes whenever queried and doing her best to reassure everyone that she was perfectly aware of the risks, even when the whole team knew damn well she hadn’t listened to a single word they said. With her fate thus sealed, Pavita got back up and left, to return a week later when the samples would be ready and her body would be made into a nursery for… whatever creature it was that they wanted the study the spawn of.
The days went by quickly, with her daily routine helping her to forget most of the time not spent thinking about bigger tits or finally being able to produce milk naturally. It was a wonderful fantasy, especially when she was alone with herself in the bathroom or bedroom and could let loose for a bit inside the soundproofed walls she had installed. Her suitors were lucky none of them were called to satisfy her eternal arousal, or else they’d leave the house with their spines bent out of shape from all the bouncing; instead, her fingers were given quite the workout over the course of her week waiting, enough that, when she presented herself to the fertility clinic again, she had to make sure to keep her hands nice and wrapped tightly in one another to keep them from shaking too much.
The procedure itself didn’t last long, and indeed was so simple that she was out there in just a few hours, most of which were to ensure that the embryos had “taken” and weren’t immediately rejected due to the sheer difference between the surrogate mother and the original species. Once the team was certain that the experiment was off to a good start, that’s when the scheduling came into play: an endless series of instructions for when she should do something, how, in what way, and the many, many times she was expected to show herself at the clinic again for inspection and analysis, just to be certain that the pregnancy was going according to plan. The team even gave her a calendar with every appointment marked on it, giving Pavita no excuses for missing one; with the next nine months of her life planned out in her stead, all she had to do was make sure she was available at the right day, at the right hour, and everything else was up to her… and given what sort of payment she was receiving on a monthly basis just to carry those young creatures to term, there weren’t a lot of reasons for her to be doing anything but lounging about and relaxing; the bird’s eyes practically turned into dollar signs from how much money she saw on the contract, one of the few times where she broke free of her lactic funk and actually paid attention to the world around her.
This didn’t last long though; by the time she got home, leaving the bus under the usual amount of unashamed stares, her mind had once again been focused entirely on her tits, and all the wondrous ways they’d grow bigger and fuller over the course of the next three trimesters. In fact, they already felt quite tight, though whether or not that was real or just in her head was still up for someone else to decide; what was real was her lust for a bigger bust, as well as the means through which she would achieve such a thing. Up in her bedroom, safely hidden in a drawer, were a series of bottles filled with pills that she had “purchased” from a “concerned friend” who happened to “acquire” them off the back of a pharmaceutical plant’s experimental research project; they were supposed to be lactation supplements, designed to induce a higher production of milk in mothers-to-be, but ones that hadn’t been properly tested yet. Their potency was what Pavita was after, as the information she received from other such concerned sources indicated that they were extremely strong and capable of turning even the most barren of breasts into a veritable fountain just with a single dose; so, of course, she immediately opened up a bottle and downed the entirety of its contents, barely even stopping to breathe along the way and almost gagging from how many pills she was swallowing. Once done, she licked her beak, let loose a long, contented sigh, and almost immediately felt her dress rip apart as her breasts began to churn and gurgle with their kickstarted milkiness.
Both of them fell on the floor with a loud thump, strongly enough that the wooden panels underneath creaked slightly from the weight. She could see them bloat outwards, inch after inch, even as her nipples erupted with a thick gout of milk each; despite being in what appeared to be full flow, Pavita nonetheless continued to grow at an astounding rate, enough that even she felt slightly worried at the fact that it wasn’t stopping… for about ten seconds, after which she decided to shrug, allow herself to fall forward and then slip into a state of semi-awareness where the only thing she could hear was the sloshing of milk currents and the groaning of an expanding, always-growing bosom. When she came to, it was several hours later, her back was to a wall, and the room had effectively turned into a repository for her tits; one nipple, now bigger than her head, had invaded the bathroom on one side, while the other poked out into the corridor on the other end, both of them gushing with rivers of warm cream that flowed down the sides of her breasts and warmed them quite delightfully. Pavita’s eyes were still half-lidded despite her being fully awake, and it took all of her might not to simply empty out every milk supplement she had… once again, for about ten seconds; after all, if she was already stuck in her bedroom, with tits so big that moving was a thing of the past, then why was she worrying about saving for later? She had nine months of this ahead of her, there was no real reason for her to hold back and not simply enjoy herself as much as she could right now!
Luckily for the bird, she’d been close enough to her nightstand before her growth burst that all it took was some wriggling around to find it again, buried underneath literal tons of breastflesh and veritable curtains of sweat and cream; only then did Pavita notice there was some of it on the ceiling as well, and made the conscious decision not to wonder how it even got there. Opening the drawer was extremely difficult, yet another reason for her to just take all the bottles and consume every pill inside of them, something she did with gusto as extreme as her disregard for her own safety. The house didn’t last too long after that; seeing as it had two stories, the floor gave way very quickly after she was done overdosing on lactation aids, though there was barely any pain to be had from how colossal and bloated her tits had become. Instead, Pavita merely landed on two very soft, stuffed beds that broke her fall with minimal hassle, her memory just then being jogged enough to remind the birdbrain of why her breasts were taking so well to the pills: how could she have forgotten the implants?
They’d cost her an arm and a leg, not to mention needed some illegal maneuvering that she was certain would end up biting her in the ass some time later, but a few months back, she had a set of implants placed inside of her breasts; these weren’t designed for size, but for supporting lactation, and as such as remained dormant up until that exact moment. Their inner workings were still a mystery to the avian, who was more than happy to run off what her other concerned friend had assured her was “legit”, but they were at least supposed to irritate her milk glands in order to produce more milk when already in the presence of some; in other words, the more milk she produced, the more her ability to produce it would be increased, leading to a vicious cycle that’d be more than capable of immobilizing her even without the several bottles of lactation supplements she had just consumed. Now, however, with so much fuel thrown down her gullet, was it any surprise that her body was reacting in the way that it was? She was gaining feet every other second, filling up at a rate so elevated that it couldn’t possibly be safe for her or her body… but she didn’t care. She didn’t care when her tits pressed against opposite walls inside of her house, she didn’t care when she heard the structure and frame of her abode groan underneath the strain, she certainly didn’t care when her back was being pressed against the top of the attic when her nipples were rubbing against the ground floor. There was naught but one desire in her mind: to grow bigger, and to become fuller, and for that, all she had to do was… nothing. It was the easiest job on the planet!
It was almost impressive how quickly the turkey threw the fertility team’s plans out the window, but to her credit, she fully intended to carry those soon-to-be-babies in her to full term; after all, if she had no young inside of her, then her body would eventually catch up to that and realize it should stop making milk, and Pavita just couldn’t have that happen. No, those embryos she had implanted earlier that day had to remain safe, and what was safer than being stuck on a pair of growing tits that filled faster and faster the more milk they produced? Her bust was already big enough to have blown clear through her home, reducing most of it to bits of wood, dust and the occasional chunk of concrete, and it barely been an hour since her first dosage… or so she assumed; it could be later, assuming she was knocked out for longer. Regardless, what mattered was she was growing, and now that the whole world could see that, it would turn into the whole point of her existence! What was the fertility team going to do, stop her? They’d invested too many resources already, so they had to play into her game or risk losing everything they strived for; a masterstroke, as far as she was concerned, even if a particularly callous one.
From there, things were quite simple: she made more milk, her tits got bigger, her implants reacted to force her to produce even faster, and the growth became faster with time, all while she flooded her surroundings with countless gallons of her sweet, delicious and extremely nutritious cream. Her nipples, by that point about the size of a small car each, had turned into broken fire hydrants of milk, jettisoning the contents of her tits at such a high pressure that anyone caught anywhere near them risked being thrown through the air and only landing on a puddle a few dozen yards away… not that anyone would risk it, given that most of her neighbors were too busy running away in a blind panic, and those that weren’t were at least wise enough to step aside when they saw the wall of breastflesh approaching. The ground itself was starting to yield beneath the weight of her tits, the road collapsing almost distressingly easy; at the very least, no one would have to worry about any flooding, seeing as Pavita’s tits very effectively blocked the flow of water after she broke the main pipelines. They wouldn’t have water either, but who would want that when they could bathe in the creamy glow of her milk and have a filling drink at the same time?
Didn’t take a long time before the team from the fertility clinic was pulling over at a respectable distance away from her, shouting at Pavita in a desperate attempt to find out just what in blazes she had done to herself. The bird chose not to respond; it was pretty obvious what the answer was, and they wouldn’t like it anyway, so why bother? Best if she lay her head down and allow herself to be rocked to sleep by the rhythmic, throbbing pulsating of her bosom, each of her heart’s beats sending shockwaves coursing through those colossal milk makers. That was the life.
Fortunately for everyone involved, such a volatile mixture of lactation supplements was bound to burn itself out eventually when her body reacted by filtering them out as quickly as possible; of course, this did take most of the rest of the day, by the end of which Pavita had taken up a significant amount of room in and around the wreckage of her former house. Simple geometry had conspired to keep her from doing too much damage, as her size quickly outstripped the productivity boost that the medication had given her; while the implants effects were still making themselves known, the bird would have to wait until her pregnancy advanced enough before she felt her milkiness truly ramp up… though of course, this didn’t preclude her from having her tits turn into milk factories already; she just couldn’t keep up the pace of gobbling up yards upon yards of terrain for too long before her body put an end to the fun.
More or less trapped on top of a set of milkers that were only ever going to get larger, Pavita really had no other option beyond enjoy herself and hope for the best, not even thinking about caring for herself or such simple things as food or water; she was lucky to have a team of volunteers who stuck through the initial growth spurt and immediately went to work climbing the mountains of breastflesh she had attached to her, hoping to grab her attention. Much like back in the office, even with all ten of them practically shouting at her, the turkey just couldn’t bring herself to care that much about what had happened to the project; her tits were bigger, wasn’t that all that mattered? Perhaps the best part was that the fertility clinic’s staff truly believed that they could get through to her, and so continued to try and reason with their test subject for a truly unreasonable amount of time, well past sunset and into the late hours of the night; eventually, however, even the most persistent among them gave up trying, the rest having collapsed from exhaustion after finding a particularly comfortable spot on those colossal tits where they could lie down and sleep until morning. There wasn’t anything that any of them could do; in one fell swoop, Pavita had destroyed both the integrity of the experiment and any hope they might’ve had for proper results…
… or had she? Her pregnancy was still ongoing, it just so happened that her belly was no longer going to be the biggest thing the bird had on her. Assuming she didn’t put up any resistance, there was no reason why the team couldn’t proceed with their plans; all they had to do was move most of their stuff onto the bird’s bust and hope that it could withstand the weight of it all… plus hope that she didn’t grow so big as to completely obliterate her surroundings, which, given the rate at which Pavita was filling up, still presented itself as an unfortunate possibility. The busty avian, meanwhile, barely had enough of a mind left inside of her to decide on whether or not she wanted to keep on being analyzed for the sake of the experiment; really, as long as her breasts continued to swell, and bloat, and fill, and churn, then she was happy, and her former collaborators could do whatever they very well wanted. In fact, that’s exactly what she told them come morning, or at least tried to, seeing as it was difficult to come up with any word that wasn’t a synonym for “big”; in between moans and after a lot of prodding, she consented to having the experiment continue on her body, then immediately went back to burying her face in her cleavage (or at least whatever miniscule part of it she could reach) and practically purring in delight as a result. This was her heaven.
The days that followed were ones filled with a frenzy of activity on the part of the research team, who effectively had to migrate their entire laboratory and workspace onto Pavita’s breasts in the hopes of continuing to monitor every change to her body. Perhaps the worst part about it all was that, even after everything was in place, the sum total of their equipment barely occupied any room at all on a single one of the bird’s tits, which had by that point bloated to such an immense degree that the team was starting to think the lactation “problem” was much worse than they had first anticipated. They had to wear noise-cancelling headgear just to be able to function normally, and all business had to be conducted using either sign language or literal signs; even getting to Pavita alone had become a chore, as the bird slowly sank into her own cleavage and became increasingly more inaccessible as time went on, and the cavernous crevice of breastflesh above her turned ever more perilous to traverse. Meanwhile, the world around her began to disappear underneath the avalanche of milk-stuffed boob that had become most of her body, with the neighborhood having been evacuated fully not a week after she first came home from the clinic; the closest suburbs were soon to follow, and though her lactation capacity wasn’t yet powerful enough to get her there, the local mayor’s office had to seriously consider evacuating the entire city, lest its inhabitants be buried as well. News crews from around the country began to congregate around the titty giant, most of whom would give up after finding out the person responsible for it was unavailable for comment, leaving the world with the constantly-repeating images of a pair of tits leaking hundreds of gallons of milk and growing all over the landscape.
Pavita herself was only marginally aware of what was going on with her body. Being used to carrying around tits of a certain size, suddenly being gifted with those monsters made it hard for her brain to process it properly, leaving her in a near-permanent state of climax that she couldn’t quite rouse herself out of. She still ate, she still drank, whenever the team’s members braved her cleavage and came to deliver food to her, but getting anything else out of her was all-but impossible; words, thoughts, considerations, none of it mattered when there was more rubbing to do, when she had to spend a couple of hours moaning really loudly so that everyone could know how much this entire experience was driving her wild. Did her attendants not understand that her belly was not the most important part of her? That her pregnancy was nothing if not an auxiliary method to improve her bust size?
Well, her body itself seemed to disagree, if only because nature had to take its course eventually. Whatever creature had provided those eggs had to be massive, because her womb was suitably stretched out to a near-comical degree just barely a month after the bird was first impregnated. At first it was nothing but an uncomfortable tightness, but it soon progressed quickly enough that Pavita was pushed up into the light of the sun once again, free from the embrace of her overbearing milk factories by virtue of now being stuck on top of a growing gravid belly! Before long, she was even being weighed down by it, until the balance of her tits was tilted so badly that the birb found herself sliding off and onto the ground; the poor research team had a couple of days at best to get everything off of her tits when they noticed it happening, and when they were finished and Pavita’s young-filled womb slammed into the surface of the Earth, cracking it for a couple of hundred yards in every direction, that’s when they knew it was all over. They had already been forced to use scaffolding and climbing equipment just to get to their workstation and to Pavita, and the simple act of getting down from her took most of a day unless aided by a helicopter or five; her tits had ballooned to a size that was so past unreasonable that it couldn’t even be described properly, with a good mile of land having been claimed by her bust… and it only ever got worse.
Now with her pregnancy in full swing and the many young inside of her multiplying at a fast rate, her breasts were receiving the proper signals, the ones telling them that they should start producing milk for the clutch that Pavita was carrying to term. Nevermind the fact that she wasn’t even done with the first trimester, the creature whose spawn she had inside of her was colossal enough that by the time she was ready to actually give birth, it’d be hard to tell which would be bigger, her tits or her belly, and her tits were very much aware of this… and being aware of it, clearly they had to work extra hard in order to produce all the milk needed to feed those hungry youngsters, which in turn activated the implants inside of them, which in its turn led to the production of even more milk, and before she knew it, Pavita was smack dab in the middle of the very same vicious cycle she had fantasized about for years.
Days began to blend into one another, as there was no longer any need for her to worry about such trivialities as timekeeping or the laws of physics; the combination of the initial supplement boost with the colossal young multiplying inside of her, as well as the effects all of this had on her body led to such a state of affairs that she didn’t have to concern herself with personal upkeep. The bird need not eat, for she needn’t require any sustenance; she could drink at any point, just open her beak and angle it upwards, for the splashing of milk was powerful enough to create a near-permanent drizzle around her, keeping her nutrition in balance. Sleep was what she did most… or rather, drifting in and out of a semi-conscious state, sometimes being out of it for days at a time, on occasion only drifting away for a few minutes, leaving her truly unable to tell just how long it had been since anything at all happened. The only constant in her life, beyond the gravid belly beneath her that just kept growing bigger and bigger with each passing day, was the knowledge that her tits continued to bloat and fill with delicious milk, thick cream that grew and stacked upon itself until her tits barrelled through everything in their path. She couldn’t quite see their full curvature anymore; they had become to enormous that, from where she was stranded atop her full womb, Pavita could just barely make out the point where they started to curve away from her, the sounds of destruction muffled underneath the avalanche of breastflesh advancing onto the countryside.
Evacuating the city turned out to have been the best decision the mayor’s office could’ve taken, because it didn’t last the first trimester. Just as the bird was going into the second week of her third month, the downtown area was being flattened by a small fraction of her left breast, steel turned into thin sheets, glass and concrete rendered into shards and dust, nothing left of the metropolis but the foundations and the slightest hint that there once had been pavement there. With no one to witness it, Pavita could rest easy knowing that her path of destruction wasn’t harming anyone, a realization that only filled her with further determination to achieve ever-greater and more exaggerated sizes. There was no reason for her not to do so, after all; everything around her was deserted, bereft of life, and if she wanted her tits to take up several more yards by the end of the day, then she could do just that, and with minimal hassle to boot.
She could do far more than that, actually. Her breasts stopped being measurable in mere yards, instead needing miles to properly understood, her output straining the ability for gallons to describe it; full rivers of milk erupted from each of her nipples, and yet her udders continued to grow at such an astounding pace that even the ground beneath them began to buckle and crack underneath the pressure, sinking vast swaths of it until entire sections of her tits were cradled in smooth rock, carved out by her own continuous milksplosion. Pavita need only close her eyes for a few minutes in order for her bust to be so much larger than it had been before she took a nap that it made her previous size look miniscule… though mostly this was because those “few minutes” turned out to be a few days instead, and she’d been trapped in a near-unconscious daze from all the stimulation her brain was receiving. In between every neuron in her head firing and her skin being practically on fire from… well, everything really, there wasn’t a lot of room for her to do anything else but scream for a while, beg for it to go faster, then collapse from exhaustion before “rebooting” and starting over. She had succumbed to the will of her own libido, and no longer cared for anything other than pure, raw sensation, the feeling of her breasts swelling as they occupied miles upon miles of terrain, as the thousands of gallons of milk turned millions before rolling over several more zeroes.
Pavita had become a landmark, a something rather than a someone, a place that people visited and watched from afar as it continued to grow and bloat and fill, flooding everything around it as its very bounds failed to contain the insane productivity of the milk factories rolling over the landscape. Hills were flattened, towns were engulfed, and everything in a several mile radius simply ceased to exist, consumed by a bust of such unimaginable proportions that even the bird’s womb, filled with young belonging to the biggest creature on the planet, barely registered as a blip compared to those tankers’ full size. In a way, it was exactly what she had always wanted, and in many other ways, so much more than that. Her but was a sea of milk, filled to the brim and ready to explode, even while venting so much of it that anyone caught anywhere near would drown. It was a mountain of breastflesh that continued to expand no matter how hard it was emptied, only ever producing more as the implants inside of it were pushed to the edge and beyond. There was something magical about it, something so pure that it almost felt wrong… but simultaneously felt so right; like this was her destiny, her fate, and she had just now discovered it.
Pavita sighed, laying her head down for the last time in her pregnancy. She wouldn’t be getting up again until the young inside of her were birthed.
But she would be growing bigger.
