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A Mimic's Fantasy (Random Writing for TheGentleBro)
🕑 Added 2020-08-26 16:05:56 +0000 UTC“Wait, hold up! You forgot you-... wait, what the f-”
In her many years of working as a living security system for hire, Kyoob had seen a great many things, and on occasion secured herself a few “gifts” from those who ran without even trying to get past her. Most of those were dumped directly into the incinerator, but she kept a small collection of the most uncommon or otherwise “weird” artifacts that self-proclaimed adventurers liked to carry around. Despite this, what the last one dropped before turning tail and running out the nearest window (thankfully with a flight charm) was… unique.
A cow-print bra.
This find straddled the line between what was expected and what was just plain weird. That was unmistakably a man with some kind of masculinity complex, assuming the codpiece was in any way a deliberate choice on their part, so for them to carry something like… that… around was a mystery the mimic wanted to get to the bottom of. Mostly because her work day just got cut short by the harpies catching the poor guy in mid-flight and already being underway to the nearest settlement; no one ever expected the flyers.
Kyoob opened a hidden door and made her way down one of the many thousands of access corridors that lined the walls of the compound; it was more art than science, accounting for how they constantly swapped around to keep intruders on their feet, and how exactly the building never collapsed under the strain of being made architectonic swiss cheese was anyone’s guess. She, however, had a bit of a sixth sense for where the corridors led… which is to say it only took her about about ten minutes to get to the staff room as opposed to the half hour or more for everyone else. It was with a smile on her face and the piece of lingerie held aloft in one hand that Kyoob entered the main lobby, finding plenty of her coworkers there, waiting to have their peace and quiet disturbed.
“Fat loot!” she proudly declared, “I’m keeping this one!”
“Enchantment check-up room,” one of the imps nonchalantly responded as he walked by her carrying a tray of food.
“Are you kidding me? It’s a bra,” Kyoob protested, pointing at it with as many fingers as she could spare, “The hell’s it gonna do, refuse to come off?”
“Enchantment check-up room, you know the drill,” the diminutive creature repeated, “don’t want to push it after what Beth did last week.”
“Oh right, th-”
“Don’t. Talk about it,” one of the other mimics piped up, “boss is still sore about that.”
Kyoob sighed, her enthusiasm shot to pieces and her plans ruined. Of course her coworkers would be sticks-in-the-mud and demand she put the item through an extensive examination; it’d find nothing, or just a random low-level endurance charm at best, but it still meant it would be catalogued, and thus ripped straight from her hands and shoved into some forgotten storage closet. And the last time anyone tried stealing something from those, it went terribly for everyone involved.
Fortunately, the goblin manning the station that day was one of the few people from the backroom bureaucracy who Kyoob both knew and actually bothered to befriend; the two of them had once been forced to fight together after a pixie infestation took over most of the paperwork filing sub-levels, and during their convalescence found a shared love for terribly written books which they (sadly enough) seldom had time to indulge in those days. Still, they were on good terms, which was important for what she had planned next.
“Seems to be completely innocuous,” Trendel muttered to himself, “apart from a… minor addition.”
“What minor addition?” Kyoob groaned, slumping on her chair.
“I recognize this enchantment, but it’s been some time since I laid eyes on it. And before you ask, no, I’m not telling you where I learned it from” - the tiny creature pushed away the multi-layered lenses between himself and the bra, looking directly at the mimic - “this thing is enchanted with Corenthal’s Lactic Bliss. It stimulates milk production and enhances natural stretchiness and flexibility.”
There was a long period of silence during which neither party spoke. Kyoob’s lips broke into a wide, silent smile, her eyes half-lidded and her eyebrows wiggling indecently, while the goblin Trendel grew progressively more red-cheeked, his eyes averting hers as he looked away. The mimic said nothing as she extended one hand and quickly yanked the bra off the examination table, unceremoniously walking out of the room; she only just remembered to turn around and wink at the incredibly flustered little man she was leaving behind when getting to the door.
“If anyone asks,” she mused, “tell them it was toxic or something and you had to burn it. I’m gonna have some fun~”
With that, she left, with Trendel very clearly wanting to say something but realizing it was best not to push his luck too much. Kyoob found a mostly-unused access shaft and squeezed into it, hoping to make her way towards her room without being spotted; standard policy after an intruder was caught was to allow every member of staff the rest of the day off, assuming that no one else bothered to show up. It was an odd schedule, but it did mean that they could (and often did) get long stretches of time where absolutely nothing got done and they just screwed around in either the main lobby or in the dormitories. For Kyoob, this was the perfect opportunity to relax and have a little bit of private fun.
Took a while to get there, and it did mean climbing through a hole in her bathroom floor somehow, but at least the climb was over and she had (potentially) the whole afternoon for herself. The one thing that could ruin her day was if someone else showed up at the perimeter… and no one did right after she had that thought, so she was probably fine!
The mimic threw her shirt above her head and onto the nearest chair, bringing a single hand behind her back to unhook her bra and letting it fall at her feet. Stretching her back, she collapsed onto her bed and took a few deep breaths, appreciating how soft and fluffy it was; for a glorious moment, she felt like falling asleep… until she remembered what was in her hand, of course. With a giddy smile and a slightly-deranged giggle, Kyoob worked to put that thing on herself, finding it to fit perfectly onto her frame… almost too perfectly, considering how natural wearing it felt, though that was most likely the result of the enchantments on it; damned thing probably made itself bigger when she wasn’t looking.
The mimic didn’t have to wait long before the effects began to take hold. Her already-sizeable bust began to feel heavier all of a sudden, a comfortable warmth spreading through each mound even before Kyoob brought her hands to them. The cow-print piece vibrated ever so gently, just enough that she had to focus to feel it, and within a few brief moments, she could feel herself… filling up. Not really a stranger to it, not after the R&D Department was given a green light to exist, it was nonetheless something she rarely got to indulge in, and even then purely in small, controlled doses. It was responsible for how well-endowed she was these days, which made her even giddier at the prospect that the bra might have a similar effect after she was done with it.
Kyoob briefly considered standing up in order to use the mirror on her closet door, but on second thought found it best to just scooch over to the edge of the bed. Assuming no one interrupted her, she had every intention of letting the enchantment run its course, so why not place herself in the best position to watch as her bust spilled over to the ground and smushed itself over her legs? It was already growing when she was done getting in place; not much, but the bra straps were noticeably tightening on either side of her chest, which then began to plump up considerably. It was perhaps erroneous to call it growing at all; it was “merely” filling up, her strawberry-flavored cream finding whatever room was in those things and forcing itself into it, making sure they were nice and stuffed before making them accommodate even more.
“That’s right, finally something good,” Kyoob chuckled to herself, “oh, everyone’s gonna be so jealous when they see me~!”
The thought that her self-control was slipping out of her didn’t quite register with the mimic, who was far too happy watching her breasts begin to swell with their increased lactic production; already two damp spots were forming where her nipples were poking at the spotted fabric, dripping heavily with her skin-coloured milk and making a right mess of the ground beneath her. Assuming things kept going like that, she’d be packing a torso-obscuring set in no time!
‘Twas only after the production began to ramp up that Kyoob came to wonder if she knew exactly what she was doing. At no point had she truly stress tested her limits, much less without anyone next to her to put a stop to it if it went too out of hand. To make matters worse, the horny was beginning to cloud her mind to a dangerous degree, enough that even after coming to the understanding that keeping the bra on was probably a bad idea, the signal failed to travel to her hands where it could be best put to use. Instead, it widened her eyes further, giving them a glint of childish glee as she observed her bust filling up like two water balloons, their weight evident, their girth even more so.
If not for the cow-print piece’s supernatural stretchiness, it would have already snapped by that point. The straps were so taut that she could pluck them like the strings on a violin; hell, she could probably play a tune on them, assuming the notes were constantly ascending. It still wasn’t enough though, not even when both of her mounds were halfway to her navel, already protruding from both sides of her torso and so utterly stuffed that she couldn’t afford to move lest they break out into extremely loud sloshing. It was just how she wanted it, and yet something was missing. It was good, but it wasn’t perfect, sufficient, but not overblown; and if there was anything Kyoob truly wanted to experience, it was excess. In fact, she wanted that so much that her body moved of its own accord to get off the bed, turn the key in the lock of her bedroom door, and then punch the intercom so hard that the metal plate bounced off the ground when it fell. She didn’t feel any part of that, owing to her supernatural constitution (and general softness), making it easy for her to wonder just what possessed her to do it after sitting back down.
In about an hour or so, her boss would be personally banging on the door, about half an hour after the maintenance personnel failed to get into her room to repair the now-broken piece of electronics. When that happened, Kyoob didn’t know what they were going to see: a wall of boob, perhaps, covering the entirety of the room? Maybe just a very busty mimic, after the bra found a limit built into it? Whatever it may be, she had sealed her fate in regards to what the rest of the day would be like; whether or not she could move, she’d be in her boss’ office before dinner, so best work her ass off to be as “presentable” as she possibly could!
At least the transformation gave her something to do with her hands. Oddly enough, Kyoob never used them to pleasure her chest, mostly because the size disparity between them and her bust always left her slightly grumpy; she wasn’t flat by any means, but those soft claws of hers managed to make even her well-endowed bust look woefully undersized when put next to them… but not anymore! Now her tits were large and full enough that they filled up her whole palm! Not only that, but the longer she held onto them, the more Kyoob came to notice her breastflesh was spilling between her fingers, overflowing her grasp and making the bra struggle to keep up. Her body was taking to the growth quite well it seemed; it wasn’t just her breasts making noise, but the enchanted cloth groaning as it barely made more of itself to hold her back.
It was hard to tell if it was the magic still turning her into a dairy cow or if her uniquely malleable physiology had picked up the idea and ran with it; the reality of it was that the piece of enhanced clothing was barely able to cover her nipples now, and even then their form was perfectly outlined against the fabric. The waterfall of light-pink milk falling from each one would be enough to turn even the most resistant of bras into little more than a soaked puddle, and despite putting up a brave fight, it looked like that one was going the same way. Poor thing underestimated how hard Kyoob wanted to grow, but at least it held on for as long as it could; her bust had bloated to cover most of her chest, the lowest point in their curvature about level with her waist, with their forms slung several feet in front and to her sides. Even her teats weren’t covered anymore; they tented the small, triangular bits of enchanted cloth that still clung onto them, while exposing enough of themselves that they might as well be fully revealed.
And then… it was done. With a barely audible snap, the straps gave in, flying in an arc in front of her and almost rubber-banding onto her tits. Thankfully, the whole thing was “merely” projected forwards, landing on the ground a ways away and leaving her now completely naked from the waist up. Kyoob didn’t even bother to check if she was still filling up; assuming the process was over the moment the cow-print piece was off her, she collapsed backwards, knocking all the wind from her lungs when the full weight of her breasts collapsed on top of her. She couldn’t see a damn thing, her whole field-of-view taken up by her own breasts, perfect fodder for her hands to grope, and knead, and squeeze, and suddenly realize that they were still rumbling and sloshing quite loudly. She froze, hoping for it to just be a residual effect from the growth burst, but the soft groaning of stretching skin was still there, and those milky mounds were very clearly growing larger than the hands servicing them the longer she looked at them.
“Hum… you can stop growing any time now,” she spoke up, wondering why in blazes she would ever utter those words at all, “I’m a bit, uh… pinned down here!”
Indeed, it was only after trying to get back up that Kyoob realized her decision to fall backwards had left her unable to even move. It was a miracle the mimic could breathe at all, given the immense weights pressing down on her… but it did give her the perfect seat to watch as they grew heavier still! She’d be hard-pressed to claim it wasn’t an alluring sight, the curves of those spheres burgeoning to become even more obscene, spilling on both sides until they began approaching the sides of her bed. The springs beneath her groaned back in response, the wooden frame itself starting to crack as its weight limit was rapidly approached. The process seemed to be self-sustaining, accelerating even, and that Kyoob could see it happen in real time didn’t make it any better.
Maybe if she was more detached from it then part of her could want it to stop, perhaps even figure out the correct sequence of incantations to counteract the enchantment making her that big. Where she stood, however, was the best spot to watch as her breasts grew large enough to start falling off the bed after completely covering it, to feel as the gush of strawberry-flavored milk fell on her like a gentle rain after it erupted from both of her nipples. Buried by her bust and only wanting for it to grow even larger, Kyoob couldn’t fathom the possibility of ever stopping; how long had it even been since the bra snapped off? Minutes? By all means, it should’ve stopped, and in fact she could feel no traces of magic working on her. So either the cow-print piece was an eldritch artifact of unfathomable power, or maybe her body had taken over and decided to inflate itself with sweet, creamy bounty.
Whatever the case may be, the mimic wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. All she could do before the bed came crashing onto the ground was pull herself as close to one end as possible, using the pillows to help dampen the impact from the fall. By the end, the mattress was the only thing left that hadn’t been completely destroyed, and that category included Kyoob’s self-control; the shockwaves from the bed shattering and sending its occupant flying down a foot or so were enough to reverberate throughout her entire body and, most importantly, her breasts. It was wonderful knowing that everything up until that point had been her holding back; even Kyoob herself didn’t know that! But when the impact reached her and went through her whole frame, it awoke something within her. Like a switch had been flipped, the mimic knew she was barely even started, and with the roar of an ocean’s current, her productivity skyrocketed, sending both tits swelling in every direction with renewed vigor.
All she could see was her own bosom, and all she could hear was it as well. But even when she felt the ceiling bump into her, it wasn’t enough.
It’d never be enough.
