The extreme pleasure coming from her breasts were just too much for Komoe to control. She milks herself for what seems like forever, her production of milk barely slowing for an hour. She could hardly move, from the weight of her breasts and the pleasure overwhelming her body. The milk has gotten all over the room, there are little white drops everywhere, and, since she collapsed in front of the soup, quite a bit sprayed into her strange spiced concoction.
Komoe is just glad that her breasts have stopped making milk and growing. Slowly she recovers, and finds that she can even stand up and move around without much more difficulty than before. Her breasts only flailed slightly more wildly than they did before she had the soup, and her breasts only flailed slightly more radically with each movement than before she’d had the soup. Her back is also strong enough that she can move without far too much more difficulty. To keep her mind off her problems, she decides to clean up the milk she’d gotten all over.
It had literally gotten everywhere, even behind things that seemed incredibly unlikely for milk to have gone.
“How did it even get on the walls behind me?! This will take some time to clean up…”
Komoe begins cleaning the room. She scrubs the walls, dries and cleans the floor, gets behind all the furniture in case of dripping. She cleaned the outside of the pot the soup was contained in, and completely missed the fact that milk had gotten in the soup. She did notice the soup, however. It was such good tasting, and it felt so good and warm… She shook her head and blushed, and cleaned up what she’d missed and re-cleaned the parts of the room she’d cleaned already, humming loudly. However, she did clean the soup container again, and couldn’t resist smelling it. Still warm… Just one more drink couldn’t hurt, could it? She took one drink from the ladle, careful not to drink more than she had the first time, and felt the warmth flow down her throat and into her K cup breasts, swelling them to an I cup. She smiled, but then frowned as she realized she just wanted more. Who knew how to deal with problems like this?
1. Kirika! She always gets the job done!
2. Kyoko! She knows about everything, she’ll know how to help.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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