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Cat and the Cream - Part 2 (Random Writing for Xilimyth)
🕑 Added 2020-06-15 22:03:05 +0000 UTCLizzie’s first reaction at seeing what Xili had become could be accurately summed up as the same one you’d see if someone happened to win the lottery while simultaneously landing their dream job. Sure, two things that were individually worth quite a lot, but put them together and suddenly you just didn’t know which one you should be happier with; for the dragoness, it was choosing between being beyond elated that her friend had finally achieved one of her size goals or just succumbing to the lust and sinking her own hands into such plush, plump breasts, both of which just begged to be squeezed and played with by someone who could give them all the attention in the world.
Luckily for her, she didn’t have to make that choice, as even though the dracat was a foot and a half shorter than her, those breasts were like magnets to the dragoness’ muzzle, and before long Lizzie was on her knees with the chee’s arms wrapped around her neck and pushing her face into her soft, slightly-sloshing bosom. It was such a peaceful place to be, far more so than she had anticipated; like throwing up two seashells onto her ears, it was so easy to just give in and spend hours listening to the crashing sounds of the “ocean” within, eyes fluttering close and the minutes ticking by with the two of them basking in their collective warmth, no words required to express the kind of contented happiness the both of them were feeling. In a way, the role reversal had been a long time coming; much as Lizzie was the one blessed with the size to pull it off and Xili the one to demand it due to her own smaller assets, the reality of it was that the chee was the one who always drove those snuggle sessions forward. The dragoness wasn’t shy, per se, but very few people managed to awaken that part of her the way the dracat did.
So, for once, she was happy that she could be the one to give in and enjoy some plush softness rather than the other way around; she could see all those headscritches had taught her friend something about how to make her partner feel like she was in cloud nine, with the only reason Lizzie didn’t just plop onto her friend behind the sheer size difference creating a real toppling risk. So they remained there, holding one another, unable and unwilling to let go.
They must’ve been stuck in that place for long enough that their heads just shut off from being in standby mode, seeing as Xili suddenly came to when the sun was no longer shining directly through the window… and her back was to the floor. On top of her, head still firmly lodged in the middle of the chee’s tits, Lizzie was snoring quietly, sounds muffled by the ample bosom she had turned into her pillows, arms wrapped so tightly around the dracat’s body that one could swear the dragoness feared she might run away! It was such an inviting sight that Xili couldn’t bring herself to wake her friend up; better to let her stay there and enjoy her stay for as long as she wanted, even if they would end up screwing their sleep schedules from how much napping they’d get done.
Hours later, the dragoness had finally gotten enough titty rest to finally get back up, blushing furiously and trying not to apologize, only to then have her eyes fully fixated on the same pair of milkers she had just dislodged herself from. A barrage of questions left her lips, ranging from the mundane to the absurd and right back to demanding to know her secret. Xili, meanwhile, was just happy to be the center of attention for once, and gladly replied to every query as best as she could (which was to say, often with nothing more than mere speculation). This ended up frustrating the both of them when they couldn’t come up with a proper explanation for why the dracat’s tits were suddenly bloated with what felt like gallons of milk, and so they dropped it for another, far more pressing line of questioning:
What now?
The answer became clear over the few days that followed, with the chee’s mind finally off of her growthlust and focused instead on dealing with what was a big enough change that she had to put most of her brainpower behind rearranging her life. It wasn’t enough to just drain herself once a day; in fact, experimentation revealed that at least three sessions were required in order to keep her at a manageable size. It was a welcome addition to her already-enhanced biology that she could actually allow her body to grow ever larger by effectively doing nothing; all that was required of her was patience, and eventually her breasts’ milk production would force them to swell to sizes she could’ve only dreamed of before. One week, Xili opted to just forgo any milking whatsoever; she got halfway through Wednesday before it became too much to handle, her stuffed udders reaching past her waist and very close to her knees before her mind broke and the bedroom floor turned almost permanently white.
It was everything she wanted and more; not only was her smallest size already bigger than most people were, period, but as long as she could keep her hands away from her nipples, she had full control over how large she could end up being! A perfect end to the perfect growth story, as far as she was concerned, especially given how she went to bed every night and woke up every day feeling absolutely smothered by her own weight, a sensation the dracat never believed she’d ever experience.
However…
It was perhaps silly of the dracat to assume that it was all over for her. Whatever force was modifying her body had clearly enough of a long-lasting effect to give her two growth spurts long after any traces of its constituent chemicals should have flushed from her system… so why was she so certain they were the last ones? In truth, it was just hard to envision her situation getting any better; it’s not like Xili would say no to more size, but with her bust in the state that it was, why would she want more? She already had it!
Thus, when she woke up one morning and couldn’t move, the first thought that came to her head wasn’t the realization that another size upgrade had taken hold of her during the night, but that she had simply forgotten to drain herself the day before; wouldn’t be the first time after all. And yet, it was very clear that she was stuck underneath two orbs that shouldn’t be as heavy as they were. Even when she was at her biggest Xili could still move, slowly fighting through her legs quivering so much from having to carry around two hypersensitive, overstuffed udders that jiggled far more than they should; but that morning, no matter how hard she tried, she was stuck.
Allowing her mind to slowly return from the land of dreams, the dracat took a more methodical approach than the previous two times, choosing to analyze her situation to the best of her ability before making any decisions. This would turn out to be a rather bad idea, since it let her take in how truly massive she’d become. Each breast was big enough to cover her torso by itself, and being forced to occupy the same one meant that they spilled off to each side to such a degree that her whole chest was covered by her breasts! At the very least they kept her warm, even if they were so stuffed as to be impossible to move; all of their milky goodness was so pressurized that it was freely flowing from her thumb-sized teats, staining the sheets, the wall, herself and the floor all at the same time!
In all honesty, she knew she couldn’t move; it was just that trying to lift those things strong-armed her brain into processing their full weight, which in turn allowed the chee to appreciate how ridiculously bloated her tits were. This was absolutely crucial information; without it, the dracat wouldn’t be able to adequately pleasure herself like she was intending to do, both hands slipping between her legs to fill a needy slit that had been going without some companionship for too long. Was it hard to do when she basically had to squish her arms underneath a pair of boobs large enough that she’d need to ask Lizzie to come help her move? Absolutely. Was it worth the trouble, for the body-rocking climax that followed the shortest self-exploration she’d ever experienced in her life, courtesy of how ludicrously inflamed her pleasure centers were?
No doubt about it. Xili was about ready to go another round before she convinced herself to call her friend first! Not exactly the easiest thing in the world to ignore those two mounds in front of her, but she made an effort.
For Lizzie’s sake.
The dragoness spent the whole ride over to her friend’s house imagining what the chee must look like. She was drawing up mathematical progression models in her head, trying to calculate what the dracat’s new size was given the rate of growth she had experienced the previous two times. All of her estimates, much to her delight, were far off-mark, severely underestimating how ludicrously heavy Xili had become. Lizzie would never forget the sight that greeted her when she stepped into her friend’s room: the cheetah lying on her bed, waving at her like she wasn’t sporting a pair of tits large enough to nearly overflow from the sides, constantly leaking with enough milk to fill a glass every few seconds. Xili just carried the whole look so naturally that, for a single second, Lizzie truly believed that it was just the usual; this immediate reaction quickly gave way to the kind of thoughts the dragoness tried to avoid giving too much attention to, lest her libido take over her decision-making. It was nonetheless tremendously difficult to resist their allure; if she’d been so happy to stuff her face into her friend’s tits for long enough to fall asleep when they were about half as small, there was no describing just what she wanted to do now.
“What are you waiting for, silly~?”
Xili’s words broke Lizzie from her stunned state, and for a while, it felt like the whole world had stopped. The dragoness’ mind had to stop processing everything else just to be able to internalize the implications of what the chee had just said. She didn’t want to accept it, couldn’t accept it; both of them knew what would happen if they gave in, and Lizzie was reasonably sure neither of them could afford to spend a whole day snuggling in bed. Then again, just as she was thinking this, she took a step forward and found her hands stretching out towards that enormous, leaking bust, tongue at the ready and smacking her lips while her mind raced with the possibilities. It became harder to fight with each passing moment, and Lizzie eventually just gave up trying to pretend she wanted to do anything else.
It was a relief, really, to give in and accept her fate. Trying to deny herself not only seemed completely pointless, but also felt somewhat offensive towards Xili; there the chee was, clearly offering herself up to be appreciated by her best friend, and the dragoness was going to stand there and do nothing? To be given such a great gift, only to look the horse right in the mouth, just felt wrong.
The bed’s springs groaned loudly when Lizzie added her substantial weight to the already excessive amounts of mass on top of the stained mattress. That thing wouldn’t be lasting too long if Xili kept growing like that, but neither of them were too worried about it; the chee was blessed with her best friend’s warm, inviting body slithering over hers, while the dragoness got to sink both hands into a set of breasts that just seemed made to be used as hand rests. Despite how stretched-taut they looked, they still remained as soft and pliable as ever before, and even if they did squirt out a worrying amount of their contents every time Lizzie squeezed them even the slightest amount, nothing was ever actually done to their size; it seemed like the chee had become truly bottomless, capable of being in full flow and yet never really shrinking or running dry. The floor was going to need some renovations and a lot of drains installed, but for the moment, the most important thing to do was… appreciate it.
It would be disingenuous to suggest that the thought of going somewhere beyond just snuggling hadn’t crossed their minds during the many hours they spent huddled up against one another. After all, how could it not, when their mutual snuggling had taken increasingly obscene and lewd contours the bigger Xili grew? What had started out as simple cuddling had progressed to Lizzie wrapping her lips and tongue around one of the chee’s nipples and drinking greedily from it, taking in mouthfuls at a time and making the poor dracat whimper every time her teat was pulled at and tugged. The dragoness was surprisingly good at what she was doing, making Xili wonder if she’d have some experience with it in the past or was just really good at learning on the fly; whatever the case, both of her tits were serviced with equal gusto, Lizzie making sure to swap from one to the other on occasion, savoring each drop like one would enjoy a full-course meal.
And a full-course meal it was; much as neither of them noticed what the milk was doing to Lizzie’s body over the long draining session, it was having quite a bit of fun molding the dragoness into something resembling her closest friend… with a few little extras tacked on for good measure. The first thing to change were her hips; already shapely enough on their own, they flared out just enough that the dragoness had to undo the buckle on her belt in order to keep comfortable, reaching a width that all-but forced her pants to ride lower as the hours went on. Next were her thighs, which seemed to take very nicely to the sudden intake of high-calorie cream; pound after pound of finger-sinking pudge was added to them, until the cloth keeping them decent began to rip and tear, delightfully soft flesh bulging out from the holes and giving Xili something to grab onto… if she could only reach it. Such a beautiful treat being so close, yet so far from her hands only made the chee whine even harder than she already was, shifting her attention to Lizzie’s own breasts instead.
These would rapidly take to the changes being made to the dragoness’ body, quickly climbing through the alphabet in much the same way as the dracat’s own bosom had over the past few months; for Lizzie, however, the effect was far more drastic and immediate, and even in her addled, lustful state, she could feel them growing heavier and fuller with each passing moment, until it wasn’t just Xili who happened to be leaking gallons of milk onto the floor. It became increasingly harder to maintain their closeness the more Lizzie drank, until anything other than rubbing their similarly-sized busts together through the sheer force of gravity was completely impossible to accomplish. Not that either of them minded, of course; being immobilized by their own tits while stuck on top of one another was somewhere in between “heavenly” and “mind-numbingly delicious”, and all it took was for Lizzie’s right breast to slip a few inches before Xili got to have a few drinks of her own, and thus the cycle continued…
A few hours later still, around the time the sun was starting to set, the dracat pointed out that they should really try to get up and move around; they’d been lying down for so long that they were starting to get sore, and even their body couldn’t exactly deal with having so much weight on it for that long without struggling for breath. Much as Lizzie didn’t want it, she made an effort to get off, only to have to roll herself off of bed and be very careful not to leave a dent in the wall when they fell onto the floor, barely able to pull herself onto a standing position in order to give Xili some room to do the same.
The dracat, for her part, had no intention of standing; all she wanted was to sit up for a while and stretch her limbs, followed by yet another prolonged cat nap buried underneath a bust that, thanks to her suddenly high-milk-content diet, had progressed to covering her entire front until it spilled over from her knees, managing to hide even a few inches of leg below them before mercifully ending somewhere just halfway down to her ankles. How exactly she was meant to walk with those things attached to her, she didn’t really know, or if walking was even possible at that stage. Even while sitting still she could hear and feel her breasts sloshing about, swollen teats producing such thick gouts of milk that she could put most actual dairy cows to shame. Adapting to this new condition would be an absolute hell… but Lizzie was there.
The dragoness had always been there by her side, big or small, and now that they both shared the exact same problem, it was just yet another reason for the two of them to stick together. Much as Xili had never expected these results, and frankly was quite a bit scared about what would have to happen… as long as the dragoness was there?
It felt like it was all gonna turn out just fine.
