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Continued Support (Random Writing for RaiBrid)
🕑 Added 2020-06-19 21:28:11 +0000 UTCFive to nine.
Make sure the chair is properly set, the streaming software is running properly and there’s nothing in the background to distract the viewers. Triple-check the microphone and camera angle, lest it start capturing less of them than their subscriber base deserved. Once that was done, hit the button and let everyone know a brand new stream would be starting within five minutes, with every early arrival being greeted by their personalized “About To Start!” screen.
The final ritual was getting up and heading to the wall, where a series of progressively larger curves drawn on it, kept just in view of the camera, would allow anyone to see the progression on their bust over the course of the past couple of months. Their past streaming career felt so long ago as to be entirely irrelevant; ever since the sponsorship deal with Rivtech went through, it had all turned into the kind of obscenely self-indulgent dream that most people could only fantasize about. Tt skirted the edges of what the TOS allowed, but without any real nudity being on display, it’s not like the moderator staff could ban them just because they’d been sprouting a pair of milky udders that covered most of their body.
That’d be rude, after all.
Nonetheless, and despite the astounding amount of success the moodragon achieved in such little time, Rai couldn’t help but be worried about their results. The first few curves were very tightly packed together, and they recalled how the products they were meant to advertise were supposed to have a “slow burner” effect that took a while to kick in. As their eyes scanned the wall, their brow furrowed as the curves became progressively more and more distant, a small arrow indicating the point at which they began using a stick just to be able to have the pen reach the far end of their breasts. The last curve, drawn just three days prior, was a full foot ahead of the one before it.
And that night, the one drawn on the wall was two feet ahead of that.
Rai sighed, patting one of their gigantic milkers and blushing slightly when they listened to the endless sloshing emanating from within it; the jiggling as well took up a good minute before it stopped, feeling altogether too good for what was becoming a significant impediment to their everyday life. Let none say that the moodragon wasn’t thoroughly enjoying every last second of it; it’s just that not being able to fit through doors properly was a right pain.
As was having to sit a few feet away from the computer monitor and relying on a series of pincers to actually start things up remotely. But when that red circle turned green and Rai felt thousands of eyes being drawn to the absolutely colossal pair of tits they sported in a low-cut top, it was all forgotten in an instant. In that moment, they were a performer, an entertainer and, above all, there to sell a product.
Immediately the chat went wild when Rai’s new size was revealed; though the moodragon didn’t make it a habit of using any of the products they were selling on their free time, most of their streams were spent slathering copious amounts of cream on their breasts, which naturally didn’t just stop acting the moment the stream did. More often than not, they would have to endure several hours where their bust would refuse to settle down, ripping through shirts as easily as one would tear apart a piece of paper. And with such a massive increase since last stream, it was impossible for their viewers not to notice.
Still, Rai put on the same old smile and gave them the same-old bounce; a quick little move that ensured their bosom gained a life of its own, threatening to topple over recording equipment and almost unplugging most of the wires from the amount of slorshing about they were doing. The chat erupted into sweat drop emoticons and a few daring subscribers even dropped their usual donations on seeing such a spectacle, especially since Rai had grown enough that their nipples were practically visible from how much they were pushing into the moodragon’s shirt.
“Hey everyone, it’s your favourite moodragon and today we have a special offer for all of you wanting to experience some of this sloshy goodness at home!” - Rai’s cheerful tone was almost enough to get people distracted from the fact their bust still hadn’t stopped bouncing. Almost - “The good folks over at Rivtech sent a package with extra-strength bust enhancers, which you can get by heading over to their website and inputting the code MOODRAGON_RAI, I’ll be putting it on screen right now…”
No one was really listening; Rai’s sponsors still got plenty of traffic on account of the dragon’s efforts, but none of their viewers bothered to visit the actual shop until the products were put on display for them all to see. It’s not that they didn’t trust their favourite streamer regarding the quality of what they were selling as much as they were too busy fantasizing about what growth would happen to really care about anything else. The amount of speculation running rampant in the chat was proof positive of that; the moderators had their hands busy taking care of some of the lewder ones, but every once in a while someone would slip by, loudly wondering just how much tiddy Rai would sport if what they had been using so far was the low potency version.
As for Rai themselves, they had a mixed reaction to receiving the news just earlier that day; on one hand, they were certain the size boost would end up making it impossible to lead a normal life, even more so than it already was… but on the other, the thought of further expanding a set of breasts that were wider than doors and constantly made them feel like on the edge of climax whenever they ran their hands across them was utterly irresistible. What Rai didn’t tell anyone was that the newest product wasn’t merely a size booster, but meant to induce (or, in their case, increase) lactation; in other words, it was a milk supplement, and one strong enough that the moodragon was honestly worried about what it would do to them if they took it as prescribed.
But, on the other hand…
“Now, I know you don’t like to buy anything without first seeing what it does,” Rai spoke up again, “and you know the Rai Guarantee: if I’m selling it, it has to work! So I’m thinking you can all guess what’s about to happen~!”
The teasing was part of the ritual; the end result would be the same, the “mystery” all-but wide-open, but if they just up and covered their milkers in the stuff without any kind of build-up then they wouldn’t be having at least six thousand people watching them at any one time. The moodragon had no illusions about why they even had an audience; but it was how they delivered their particular brand of obscene lewdness that guaranteed their viewer base was significantly larger than others in their position.
“So, first things first, be careful when opening the bottle itself,” Rai detailed, pulling the camera up just enough so their hands could be seen, prompting a slew of tongue-in-cheeks complaints from the chat about not letting them see the main attraction, “this stuff is super liquid and will get all over the place if you let it, and the last thing you wanna do is waste it. Now, the instructions are to use the cap as a measuring unit and never go above that dose on a daily basis, but I think my little ones know exactly what we say about instructions, don’t they~?”
As usual, the chatbox erupted into the same-old copy-pasted cries of “INSTRUCTIONS ARE FOR FLATTIES”, a staple of Rai’s audience that they’d come to indulge whenever they had the chance. The moodragon themselves thought it was a bit silly, but their viewers seemed to enjoy it, so they’d let them have it; besides, it always led to a small wave of donations from those eager to see them try out the new product, so why not go with the tried and tested approach?
Rather than tip some of the liquid gel into the cap and then try to make good use of it, Rai instead tipped the whole bottle onto their bust, just enough that each breast was given a hand-sized smear of the transparent substance. Though not immediately noticeable to anyone on the other side of the screen, the moodragon felt the effects of the gel immediately after application; the pressure inside of their chest skyrocketed in just a couple of seconds, and the only reason their swollen teats weren’t pouring with gallons of milk were the triple-strength nipple clamps they had on them at all times. Still, they kept a strong face, needing to convince the audience that everything was under control when it absolutely was not, and probably never had been; wouldn’t be long before Rai’s breasts began to swell, and they knew they had to go through the same-old publicity spiel as always.
Rattling off all the side effects they were legally obligated to inform people of took long enough that the chat began to notice something was off; up until then, even during their latest most growth-intensive streams, it still took Rai a few minutes before any changes took place to their chest. It was part of the excitement, part of their channel’s culture; the build-up was just as much of a turn-on and draw as the growing itself. But that stream, courtesy of the extra-strength milk supplement, was bound to be different, and while Rai tried to distract themselves from the mounting weight on their chest, their viewers were already going wild when they began realizing their favourite streamer’s tits were already billowing out with newfound mass. The moodragon, being well aware of this, focused on getting through the legalities first, wanting to wait for the best opportunity to deliver the punchline: that it wasn’t just them gaining more size for nothing, but instead filling up far more than they ever had.
“... and so if you use it, remember to ask your doctor first about other methods!” Rai finished, setting the bottle aside on top of their right breast, “So, while we, hnnf, w-while we wait for it to take effect, why don’t we start with today’s Q&A?”
It was a farce and everyone knew it. The cream had begun to take effect immediately after being applied and it was blatantly obvious to anyone watching that the growth spurt was already starting. But Rai had learned that the best way to keep the audience on the edge of their seats was to act as if everything was perfectly normal, even when they were blazing through cup sizes like it was nothing; the moodragon themselves found the experience to be beyond description, the simple act of feeling their bust grow to such obscene proportions and yet behave as if it was just a regular part of their day.
And it was. It actually, truly was, and even in their worst of days, that fact alone kept them going with a smile on their face.
“So, first question comes in from Daidalow, and they ask: how’s it like to carry around so much more weight than last time?” - a typical question; couldn’t go a single stream without someone wanting to know what the experience was like, though Rai figured that their viewers had enough of a reason, given the truly massive amount of tit they’d gained since the last time - “Well, it’s been… it’s been nice! Going through doors is a bit of a problem, I’ve had to start heaving one at a time just to get through, heh, and uh… uh… e-excuse me, just a second…”
Rai had to close their eyes and squint, just barely able to hold themselves together when they felt something they hadn’t in a very, very long time: their nipple clamps struggling.
Those things had cost a fortune to make, but were supposed to be the best long-term solution for someone planning on developing their ability to produce milk on a large scale; not only did they expand with the breasts they were clamped on, but were able to hold back fluid counts so high that it was thought impossible any one person could ever produce that much. And for the longest time, they were absolutely right; Rai had never had any issues with spillage, and though pressure was a constant concern, it was… manageable.
But in that one moment, they felt the piercings buckle and bend slightly, the backlash from the contained milk enough to make the moodragon need to take a few seconds to collect themselves. Chat wasn’t oblivious to this, nor the fact that this moment of silence came accompanied by their streamer’s tits suddenly bwoomfing a good foot in every direction, something the moodragon themselves seemed entirely unaware of. Indeed, Rai barely even noticed they were further away from the table when they opened their eyes and apologized for the interruption, resulting in their viewers loudly wondering if the gel was screwing with their head.
What they failed to understand was that, far from affecting their ability to process the fact that they were growing bigger, the newest product instead gave Rai exactly what they had always wanted: the ability to grow even bigger. It seemed like such a silly thing for someone who already made a living off developing their bust to ridiculous size, but they were only ever given small samples, enough to showcase the product without actually allowing them to indulge. For once, Rivtech had blessed them with a full bottle of the stuff, and by the gods, they were going to use it.
“So, next question is coming from BustingFaultist, and they’re asking if I’m feeling alright. I dunno what you’re talking about, Bustin’, I’m feeling just fine!” - this was a lie. Rai knew exactly what that person was talking about and cherished every moment of it - “Hell, I think I could do a little better though. Hold on.”
It was a bad idea, they knew it, several parts of their conscious mind were yelling at them to stop, and yet bigger. That’s all Rai could think about. Tidal waves of milk were crashing into their nipple piercings, forcing them to deal with the knowledge that they were about to burst from a pair of containment clamps that were not supposed to break at all, while their tits continued to take up so much more room that reading the chat became all-but impossible from where they were sitting. Without even thinking about the consequences, they picked the bottle up again and removed the cap, throwing it off to one side of the room.
“Sorry guys, seems to be a bit of a problem, I can’t actually see the chat! Gonna have to start donating some more if you want the text to speech to lemme know what’s on your mind~”
As they spoke, Rai shamelessly poured the contents of the gel bottle onto both of their breasts, spreading it out evenly enough to give the two of them the boost they required. The moderators had their work cut out for them trying to keep control of the burgeoning viewership, with hundreds of new people flooding the stream after hearing talk of the moodragon going completely nuts with their latest product. The moment their shirt began ripping and both nipples just burst out into the open, there was just no way anyone would be able to keep the rowdy crowd from going wild, especially when some of the mods themselves were joining in on the fun.
“Remember, it’s important to slather it on nice and evenly!” Rai practically shouted, their tits having since slammed onto the ground, pushing the desk further up against the wall and the moodragon themselves towards the door, “You don’t want to risk it affecting one breast more than the other! And remember, head over to Rivtech’s online store and use the code MOODRAGON_RAI if you want some of this in your life~!”
It was getting harder to control the longer it went on. Each breast was easily three times the size it had been before, and so full that speaking over the sloshing began straining Rai’s voice. The camera could only show the stream viewers so much, and so they all ended up watching as it was rapidly filled up with soft, sloshing breastflesh, a carpet of pudgy yellow with the moodragon’s face off in the distance, ever more buried by the expanding sea of milky goodness that used to be a simple quadruple-Z cup after two full runs of the alphabet.
It was unsustainable. Everyone knew it.
“W-well, i-it looks like there are some technical difficulties with the stream today!” Rai shouted, muzzle practically pressed against the wall by their own bust, just barely audible by the microphone on the other side of the room over the churning currents of milk, “We’ll fix them up and be ready for the next one. Until then, remember what our motto is!”
Even if their streamer couldn’t see it, Rai’s viewers still replied to this call with an avalanche of “INSTRUCTIONS ARE FOR FLATTIES!”, making for a wonderful juxtaposition with what was going on in the actual stream itself: the very last thing anyone saw was yellow. Soft, pudgy yellow, smushing against the camera, before the video feed was cut off and everyone was left in the dark, frantic and panicking over whether they should call someone to check on Rai.
But the moodragon was fine. Perfectly fine, more than fine. When the door to their bedroom began to crack and the walls started to crumble, they knew that they had made the right choice in using the whole bottle of growth gel.
It had barely started taking effect, after all.
